The Mantrum of Unification.

The sons of men are one and I am one with them I seek to love, not hate; I seek to serve and not exact due service; I seek to heal, not hurt.

Let pain bring due reward of light and love Let the soul control the outer form. And life and all events, And bring to light the Love that underlies the happenings of the time.

Let vision come and insight. Let the future stand revealed. Let inner union demonstrate and outer cleavages be gone. Let love prevail. Let all men love.

It is said by some that the Wesak Festival is not only commemorative; it is also in recognition of a present living event, and is thus in the nature of a participating ceremony. Many people (it is said), dream of this even, though they may have never heard of the Wesak Festival. The legend, (The dream, the fact) runs like this; there is a remote funnel-shaped valley in the foothills, of the Himalayan range to which pilgrims find their way about the full moon of Taurus. They congregate at one end of the valley; Before them are gathered those great Beings who are Custodians of the Plan for our planet and for Humanity. In front of them, before a great flat rock on which stands a large crystal bowl full of water, stand the three great Lords — The Christ, with the Lord of Living Forms, the Manu, on his right, and the Lord of Civilisation on his left.

As the full moon approaches, the atmosphere becomes tense with demand, readiness and expectancy. Just before the exact time of the full moon, so the legend runs, a tiny speck can be seen in the sky. It comes nearer and nearer, until the form of the Buddha can be seen, in his characteristic attitude, wearing a saffron-coloured robe, bathed in light and colour. His band is extended is blessing. When he reaches a point exactly above the rock, a great mantrum used only once a year is intoned by the Christ, and the entire group of people in the valley fall upon their faces. The blessing is poured forth, and the Christ - the Representative of humanity - receives it in trust for distribution.

According to the legend the Buddha recedes again, returning to that high place where he works and waits, his annual sacrifice to humanity (for he comes back only at great cost) over. The water in the bowl is distributed to the waiting people who have brought their little cups and vessels; they drink of them and share with others. Thus blessed, the crowd silently disperses.