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Royal Alchemist by @niftyvisuals​ | nb!Alexis & Seirin, Nazir, Aurelius Summary: Alexis Rosenkreuz’s days are full, and unsurprisingly revolve around the princes they were appointed to teach.  Notes: another fic!! this time featuring all three princes, because I love them all. slight spoilers for each route, as this fic references events that happen when alexis gets to know them a bit more, but nothing for the main plot. :) 

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The mornings belong to the second prince, Nazir.

The Royal Tutor works on their reports in the morning, but is interrupted like clockwork. They have come to anticipate the sound of familiar footsteps—always rushing, never a mere walk—and the flinging open of their door without knocking.  

“My dear Alexis!” Nazir exclaims, loud and cheerful, earning him an indulgent smile in return.

“My dear Nazir,” Alexis replies calmly, as they continue to write, though their eyes are amused.

It’s become routine, this interaction. The second prince, so famously truant in his duties within the palace, rises far earlier than most people realize. Sometimes he comes to his tutor’s office to merely chat, curious about the Council and the world beyond Eskia—but often primarily interested in Alexis themself. Nazir has plenty of questions when he is interested, though to Alexis’ chagrin as a tutor, it is hardly ever about academics. Still—Alexis is aware of Nazir’s strengths; it is not so much that his truancy is a shortcoming, merely a difference to be adjusted to. The second prince is like a bird, roaming and free, and not at all content to live inside a cage.

But—Alexis knows as well, that Nazir prizes his brothers’ talents above his own, that he does not prize his own at all, if he can even see them. It saddens them, but Alexis is patient, and a tutor, and they will coax out that confidence that not many know he lacks underneath his charm and bravado.

Other times, Nazir comes to Alexis’ office with a scheme: trips out into town as he once more avoids his duties, a cover-up only his tutor can provide, a plan for both of them to assist at or participate in the drinking contests at the Whitehart. Sometimes Alexis will capitulate; they are not totally immune to Nazir’s excitement and persuasions, after all. But they also have their own duties as Nazir has his; Alexis’ office is not an entirely private space, as several people come and go with paperwork or requests. Raphael and Harris thus quickly become aware of Nazir’s new favorite “hiding spot”, and frequently come to take him away. Alexis smiles and deflects Nazir’s attempts to weasel his way out of the situation yet again, and the second prince goes with mock affront at the betrayal.

Even so, he comes to Alexis’ office like clockwork, despite how easily he can be found. On the rarest occasions, he comes and does his homework sitting in their office, shooting off questions when he has them without proper regard for Alexis’ own work. They don’t mind, adept as they are in multitasking, and it gladdens them to see Nazir showing at least a modicum of interest in his studies. His talents may lay elsewhere, but he still needs these foundations. Yet Alexis has also been gearing his assignments more towards refining the raw power he seems to have an abundance of, and he is not yet aware of the path of Alexis’ intentions for him.

As time passes, Nazir comes to do his work in Alexis’ office in the morning more often. He is scolded of course by Raphael, for Alexis’ office is their office for a reason. But though it is more a more frequent occurrence, it is not a constant one. Nazir has no desire to overtake his tutor’s office, and he still plays truant often enough.

But—it is evident that both enjoy those mornings. Nazir will come in with his loud greeting, Alexis will smile and welcome him. Raphael will provide tea, for the Royal Tutor always takes tea several times a day. The two will work through their respective assignments—and in Nazir’s case, sometimes with the assistance of Raphael. Chatter and laughter will permeate the office regardless, and the assignments may take a little longer in Alexis’ case, but Nazir’s work will be reliably done by the end.

“I’ll say! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Nazir grins, and Raphael laughs.

“If only you would be so proactive all the time, Your Highness,” Raphael retorts, pouring them another round of tea, and Alexis chuckles.

“Where would the fun be in that?” Nazir asks, waving his hand.

Raphael shakes his head, long used to the second prince’s antics.

“As ever, it is only Master Rosenkreuz who can keep Nazir in line,” he says, and both Alexis and Nazir laugh.

“You sound like Master Kabeer,” Alexis says, and Nazir gasps.

“Issa said that about me? I can’t let my wild reputation be ruined,” Nazir laments, “Though how could I not enjoy being kept in line by my wonderful, esteemed, darling dearest Alexis?”

The tutor snorts, hard.

“I don’t think anyone could keep you in line, my dear Nazir,” Alexis replies, dipping their quill into ink again. “Though if you like being kept in line so much, perhaps you will stop drawing portraits during class and pay attention to my lecture.

The banter continues; Nazir will return to his usual antics (but the portraits do mean he’s paying attention, don’t they see? Just not to the lecture—) and the spell of productivity will be broken. The second prince will never be tricked into doing more work than he’s set out to do in these mornings, flying free the moment he can.

But there is peace in these mornings, and the arrangement works for everyone. The most fickle prince comes back to the Royal Tutor always, with a joke or a story or a scheme, and their door is always open to him—though he opens it himself, anyway. Raphael and Issa Kabeer are not wrong; Alexis keeps Nazir in line because they do not even try. Nazir heels of his own accord for the pleasure of Alexis’ company—for the faint smile that graces their lips, for the lack of judgment and condemnation he finds at their side, for the comforting sound of their voice and laughter as they welcome Nazir with open arms.

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The afternoons belong to the first prince, Seirin.

Many find the Crown Prince the ideal gentleman, if perhaps a little distant. But those close to him know how heavy the burden of the crown is, and how admirably he intends to wear it. Nevertheless, Seirin is still young, and while he logically knows that the path to kingship is paved with difficult decisions, his kind heart has him fretting and agonizing over every choice, so much so that it takes a toll on his body.

He is reminded to rest, he does not, and not many can refuse him when he politely dismisses them from the room—or, they simply believe him when he says that he will.

The Royal Tutor too is still his subject; their manners are impeccable and they respect the young Crown Prince, and thus maintain the proper decorum—at first. As Seirin reminded them on their first day, they are the Royal Tutor, and that position affords them a particular type of familiarity and authority over the princes that others do not.

Besides—after Alexis caught the Crown Prince losing his guard and attempting to mingle with the common folk the first time at the Whitehart, there is…an understanding between them.

“I suppose I cannot expect you to change your entire bearing,” Alexis muses, before one of their incognito (in Seirin’s case, anyway) trips to the town. “But when you speak of the Crown at least, do not seem too eager—it will raise suspicions.”

It is merely the way Seirin was raised and taught that he is so achingly polite and formal—his posture and mannerisms too are elegant, and try as they might they cannot make him seem any less of a nobleman.

“I will try,” Seirin says sheepishly, tousling their hair further in an attempt to look scruffier, but only looking more artistically disheveled.

Alexis laughs lightly and tugs him along, and together they sample the wares from local vendors, gathering information about merchant routes and potential recent problems in the kingdom, large or small. Alexis pokes the space between Seirin’s eyebrows when they furrow, reminding him that as much as they cannot stop him from gathering information, he is only allowed to process it when they return to the castle.

“Does Raphael not chide you for working even when you should not be?” Seirin asks with a smile, as Alexis hands him a skewer of meat, which he takes gingerly.

“Touché, my Lord,” Alexis says teasingly, “And so I shall be your Raphael, who chides me until I take my break, as well.”

Seirin chuckles and does not protest further, allowing himself to be pulled along.

He always returns to the castle more relaxed, and though the palace guards are worried about the Crown Prince’s safety for no guards attend these trips, they are grateful for the tutor’s interference, as it is better than him sneaking around entirely unchaperoned. Seirin can fight and is adept at magic, but he is not as trained as Aurelius, nor is he Nazir who knows the towns like the back of his hand and bears a silver tongue to charm his way out of almost anything.

If Seirin and Alexis do not take an outing, the two often come across each other in the library, and just as they work on their respective projects with comfortable ease, they also take breaks together. Between tea and engaging conversation on matters other than the kingdom, Seirin relaxes this way as well. (Alexis, however, does prefer coaxing him outdoors if they can. It is a more reliable method to have Seirin stop thinking about work for a period of time, when he is not surrounded by it.)

It is the Royal Tutor who has the most success when Seirin refuses breaks (other than the Regent, who is frankly too busy to spare more attention to his nephews and interfere more frequently). And so it is the Royal Tutor who is recruited, often by Raphael, when Seirin’s level of stress is palpable by his closest servants.

“We really must stop meeting like this, Your Highness,” Alexis says, as they bring the tea that Seirin has requested to his study, having relieved Raphael of the duty just outside the door.

“Master Rosenkreuz!” Seirin exclaims, a guilty look flashing in his eyes, before he registers their words and a faint flush colors his cheeks. “I am not straining myself, I merely have not yet found a good stopping point.”

Alexis laughs, setting the tray of tea down.

“Truly? Those words sound terribly familiar. Would you like me to look over the documents and assist in finding said stopping point?”

Seirin smiles faintly, sighing a little in defeat.

“No, that is alright; if you give me a few moments, I am sure to reach one soon.”

Alexis smiles back and says nothing, sipping at their tea as they wait. True to his word, Seirin’s quill stops a few moments later, and he moves the documents aside carefully.

“I hardly thought with how much the courtiers and nobles vie for my uncle’s attention I’d be getting scolded for not resting,” Seirin admits as Alexis pours him tea.

“It is simply a testament to how much people care for you,” Alexis says easily, “We know how much you do, and do not think the shadows under your eyes go unnoticed. It will not do to wear yourself to mental exhaustion. The burden of the crown is heavy; that does not mean you must bear it alone.”

Seirin pauses; Alexis holds his gaze.

“The Council did well when they sent you to us,” he murmurs, “You are wise beyond your years.”

Alexis laughs.

“I’ve simply learned such things early. Do not forget that Raphael must remind me of my own breaks, and even the Regent has stepped in every now and then. You yourself have insisted as well, in fact. It seems we are two peas in a pod, Prince Seirin, and doomed to remind each other to rest even as the work builds up and we continue to ignore said reminders until we cannot.”

Seirin chuckles, and raises his teacup.

“To peas, then,” he says.

“To peas,” they smile, and raise their own cup to clink against his.

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The evenings belong to the third prince, Aurelius.

He takes the longest to warm up to the Royal Tutor, but his reputation precedes him and it is to be expected. Aurelius tests them through combat once in the beginning and for the most part leaves them to their own devices as he attends to his; they maintain a distant, professional relationships for several weeks.

But—the third prince is a remarkable student and Alexis is an academic, so it was only a matter of time before they began to respect each other, and then bond. Aurelius devours information with a voracious appetite, and Alexis is a wealth all too willing to share. He requests materials of them, and books, and formulae, meets with to synthesize new items and puzzle over tweaks in recipes. In return, he teaches them chess, and the sword, and the politics of the court—though his methods are far less straightforward, and they pick up swordplay with more difficulty than Aurelius does with his studies.

The two of them are blades being sharpened by the other. (Aurelius thinks—if Alexis does not—that the two of them are a dangerous pair. Their collaboration should be kept as quiet as possible, lest more rumors of potential usurp of the throne run rampant.)

Aurelius most of all wants to be the sharpest kind of tempered blade; despite the rumors, he is Seirin’s loyal brother, and he will be there to help his brother’s transition to kingship be an easier one. He will be there to protect both his brothers in the ways they need, even if they do not recognize it. Yes, Nazir too. He and Seirin both are kind to an almost fault; both worry or agonize over their decisions, both bleed more than they should.

Aurelius makes—and will make—the decisions they cannot bring themselves to. He will face backlash and disapproval from the court and populace with nary a glance; he’s never been popular, after all, and not once has he cared.

It takes a while for Alexis to learn this, closed off as Aurelius is, but of course they eventually do. His attitude may bite sometimes, but Alexis weathers it with respect. Though he may soften at rare moments, Aurelius is not a soft man—he could not be, growing up the way he did—and this is simply how things are.  

Alexis is fine with this; comfortable, even.

Nights find them in the classroom, papers scattered and diagrams drawn and alchemy materials spread out as both of them craft or Alexis oversees Aurelius’ crafting. They challenge each other, and this teamwork and camaraderie is familiar and puts Alexis at ease.

But. Evasive as Aurelius may be, Alexis is not blind.

“You would not need these if you were not headed into battle,” they says, holding a very unassuming little grenade in their hand. “And where, pray tell, will you be making your way to at first light?”

“You will be praying awhile,” Aurelius replies, face impassive as ever, as he focuses on crafting another.

Alexis raises an eyebrow. Aurelius glances at them, faintly amused, and relents.

“It is merely routine,” he says, “Conflict along our borders, plundering of the nearby village and disruption of trade routes. But we haven’t the knights to spare.”

“And so the third prince goes off to war?”

“We do not have a war on our hands,” he says, but there’s an elevated pause that implies not yet.

Alexis waits; Aurelius still has not answered their question. But it becomes evident that he has chosen not to elaborate, and Alexis sighs, allowing that matter to drop.

“Will you at least tell me the plan and layout of your…adventure?” they say mildly, and Aurelius holds their gaze for a moment before turning back to his work.

Alexis waits again. This time, Aurelius speaks after he finishes synthesizing another grenade.

“It’s straightforward. We’ll ride hard, then surround the bandits’ keep and use the grenades when they’re unaware. If all goes well then we’ll be back in the late afternoon.”

Alexis purses their lips; of everyone they’ve ever known, Aurelius always has a plan, and adapts quickly if things deviate. There is no need to worry; he is more than capable.

“Straightforward indeed,” they say lightly, and the third prince blinks at them, observing their too-casual expression.

Alexis ducks their head and begins gathering materials for their own synthetization, prompting Aurelius to turn once more back to his.

When the night waxes and the two determine that they really should retire, they clean up the classroom with efficient movements. As Aurelius packs up the grenades, Alexis hands him a few pots of healing salve, as well as a handful of rather beautiful darts. He inspects the latter, having never seen them before, and raises an eyebrow.

“Lotus darts,” Alexis explains, “If they hit skin, they will discharge electricity into the target’s bloodstream and sink them into…a very deep sleep.”

Aurelius says nothing at first, blinking at the extra supplies, then slowly his lip curls up into a faint smirk.

“This is routine, as I said, and I am hardly helpless,” he says pointedly, and they scoff.

“Believe me, Your Highness, I do not need to be reminded that you are not. These are merely a precaution. The tide can turn at any moment, as you have shown me over and over again in chess. If you will not worry for yourself as you do Seirin, then allow me to do so, at least this much.”

They meet the third prince’s gaze squarely, his iridescent eyes betraying no emotion as usual. But eventually he inclines his head, looking—almost shy, or perhaps it is merely the cast of the light.

“Thank you, Rosenkreuz,” he says plainly, and Alexis smiles.

“You are welcome, Prince Aurelius. That being said, I trust you complete your mission splendidly.”

He barks out a laugh, then waves his hand dismissively as he departs. Alexis follows him out, neither of them looking back.

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It is unusual for Alexis to be late to their own lessons, but the Royal Tutor does have several other duties as a representative of the Council, and nor are they immune to the ebb and flow of court politics.

Sala watches with some amusement as she sees Alexis fly down the hall, hair mildly disheveled from the speed of their travel. As they near the classroom, the three princes peer out of the doorway, Nazir’s grin widening as he sees their hurry.

“Darling Alexis,” he coos, and Alexis holds up a hand.

“Not a word, Nazir,” they huff, out of breath, and the second prince laughs, holding up his hands in a placating manner.

“Are you alright? Do you need water?” Seirin asks with concern, waving for a maid who has just turned the corner.

“I’m fine, no need to worry,” Alexis heaves, and Aurelius says nothing but reaches for the books and materials in their hands, which they release without much thought. (It could be consideration, or it could be the third prince wanting to get on with the lessons, as he looks over his tutor’s notes.)

Sala nears, on her way to her own duties, and Alexis exclaims when they see her.

“Sala! Oh, wonderful timing—please take these, I had meant to give them to you earlier, but I was regretfully sidetracked.”

Alexis pries a pouch from the materials in Aurelius’ hands and passes it to Sala, who opens it to reveal a supply of the special herb she had spoken of previously. Her eyes widen at the amount, and she inclines her head in thanks. Alexis smiles.

“My dear Alexis, you are simply a treasure,” Nazir croons, “Are you ever doing a single task at once?”

“Never, my wonderful Nazir, for even when I am teaching I am trying to get you to pay attention,” they reply smoothly, waving him into the classroom.

Nazir squawks, mocking affront even as he laughs; Seirin smiles and Aurelius’ eyes crinkle ever so slightly. Sala smiles as well, and takes her leave so that the Royal Tutor may get back to their students.

“Have a good lesson, Master Rosenkreuz,” Sala says.

“As ever,” Alexis says, voice mirthful, turning into the room themself, “Have a good day, Sala.”

Sala lingers only for a moment, looking at all of the princes. It is not an understatement to say that Sala is the one who knows all three princes the best, having watched all of them grow up. That’s why she can see the differences where others may not—Nazir’s more genuine openness, Seirin’s rare relaxed manner, Aurelius’ natural trust—all of which bloom in the presence of Alexis Rosenkreuz.

She goes on her way, smiling again, softer this time. She thinks, regardless of whatever happens in the future, the castle—and the princes—will always be a little brighter with Alexis around.

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A Chance Reunion

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Here she was again, in Castle Rosenkreuz. It was the same as last time, the same portal, the same destination. The difference this time? The situation. She would have to visit Lord Wheeler to explain why she had returned, and that she needed residency, possibly permanently, because of what was going on in her world. Someone like Ginya would be fine, as her fellow Shifter wasn’t nearly as famous or well-known as she was, but Yuugetsu, were she to be found out, would surely be subject to the crimes that ran rampant in her world. Her hand clutched at a shrunken Moon Ball in her pocket, as she wondered if her encounter from her previous visit would repeat itself. She hoped that her first encounter too would repeat. 

Just like old times.

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MENU Navigation Categories 1 Count of Saint Germain Previous (Count Folke Bernadotte of Wisborg)Next (Counter-Reformation) Count of Saint Germain by an unknown artist The Count of Saint Germain (c. 1710–1784) was a mysterious gentleman who appeared among the royal families of Europe in the eighteenth century, known as der Wundermann. His varied and unique talents reportedly included chemistry, alchemy, music, and magic. He had no visible means of support, but no lack of resources either. From historical and personal reports, he has been at various times considered a prophet, a charlatan, a healer, a spy, and a visionary. Myths and speculations about Saint Germain began to be widespread in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, when he was often referenced in Theosophy. He is said by some to have been the founder of Freemasonry which inspired several of the American Founding Fathers. Others say he may have written most of the works of Shakespeare while simultaneously being the scientific genius known to history as Francis Bacon. Contents [hide] 1 Life 2 Saint Germain and the New Age 3 Alter egos and incarnations 3.1 Who was Saint Germain? 4 Legacy 5 Notes 6 References 7 External links 8 Credits In several New Age movements, he is identified as the Avatar of the Age of Aquarius and is considered an Ascended Master on a par with history's greatest spiritual teachers. Life There are many versions of the origin, lineage, and life of The Count of Saint Germain. One describes him as the son of Francis II Rákóczi, the Prince of Transylvania, by Rákóczi's first wife. [1] Another identifies him as the illegitimate son of Maria Anna of Pfalz-Neuburg, the widow of Charles II of Spain. Still another account describes him as the illegitimate son of the king of Portugal (presumably John V) by a Jewish mother. Such conflicting reports have yet to be reconciled or completely dismissed, and all that can be said about Saint Germain for certain in regard to his actual birth, childhood and death—as well as much of his life—is that the evidence is based mostly on anecdotes and legendary accounts. Adding to the confusion is the fact that there were several historical men of eighteenth century Europe with the surname of St. Germain. It is possible that he was a friend of Rousseau known as Claude Anglancier de St. Germain. Another prominent St. Germain was Count Claude-Louis de St. Germain, a French general who also served in Prussia and Denmark. Also notable were Pierre-Renault de St. Germain, French governor of Calcutta in the 1750s, and Robert-François Quesnay de St. Germain, active in several secret societies. Stories of the Count in India and at Masonic meetings can probably be traced to them. According to some sources, especially those who believe him to have been of Transylvanian Rákóczi nobility, Saint Germain was not familial, but was invented by him as a French version of the Latin Sanctus Germanus, meaning "Holy Brother."[2] Saint Germain and the New Age Obverse of the Great Seal of the United States, thought by some to have been designed by the Count of Saint Germain Several contemporary groups in esoteric and New Age traditions honor Saint Germain as a Christ-like Ascended Master with paranormal powers such as the ability to teleport, levitate, walk through walls, and influence people telepathically. During his life, he reportedly removed flaws from precious stones and created an elixir that prevented aging. He was ambidextrous and could compose simultaneously a letter with one hand and poetry with the other, or two identical pieces of writing with each hand. The Masons and Rosicrucians credit him with inspiring the Founding Fathers to draft the United States Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, as well as providing the design of the Great Seal of the United States. [3] In New Age beliefs, Saint Germain is regarded as the "Cosmic Master of the Seventh Ray," thus governing one of the seven metaphysical principles that rule both individual souls and the unfolding of each Astrological Age. He is associated with the color violet, the jewel amethyst, and the Maltese cross. Since, according to Theosophy, the next Astrological Age—the Age of Aquarius—will be governed by the Seventh Ray (the Ray of Ceremonial Order), Saint Germain is sometimes called "The Avatar of the Age of Aquarius" whose current 2150 year cycle began in the mid-twentieth century. Alter egos and incarnations Saint Germain as pictured by various Theosophical and New Age groups Saint Germain is believed to have adopted numerous "alter egos," as well as numerous incarnations, including some of history's greatest geniuses. There have been reports that he was immortal, an alchemist who had discovered the "Elixir of Life", and a prophet with mystical powers. There are sketchy accounts of his visits with Marie Antoinette and her intimate friend, Madame d'Adhémar, noting his prophetic abilities, and warning of the coming French Revolution, including the impending death of the king and queen. Francis Bacon, thought by many to have also been Saint Germain Several groups believe that Saint Germain was also Francis Bacon. In that "life," he is seen as the author of the plays and poems of William Shakespeare, as well as of a code concealed within Shakespeare's works (and others) that reveals explosive secrets dealing with murder, scandal, corruption and lies at the highest levels. One particular account describes how he made it appear that he, as Francis Bacon, died on Easter Sunday, April 9, 1626, and then proceeded to attend his own funeral in disguise. He then purportedly traveled secretly to Transylvania. It is claimed that he had incarnated in that area a number of times in previous lifetimes and felt particularly at home there. Finally on May 1, 1684 he is believed to have attained his physical Ascension, without death. Not wanting to leave humanity without his direct visible assistance, Saint Germain then asked the Karmic Board for a special dispensation to allow him to function in a physical tangible body among embodied mankind for a limited time period—even though he was already an Ascended Master. He was granted his request at the direct intercession of the Goddess of Liberty, and reappeared as "Le Comte de Saint Germain," the "Wonderman of Europe" in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. Certain Theosophists claimed to have met Saint Germain, including Annie Besant, and said to have encountered the Count in 1896. Charles Webster Leadbeater claimed to have met him in Rome in 1926. In Leadbeater's 1925 book, The Masters and the Path, Saint Germain is called both the "Comte de St. Germain" and the "Master Rakoczi." Leadbeater said that Saint Germain showed him a robe that had been previously owned by a Roman emperor and that Saint Germain told him that one of his residences was a castle in Transylvania. [4] Guy Ballard and wife Edna, with a portrait of Saint Germain In Rosicrucian Max Heindel's writings, the Count of Saint Germain is described as one of the later incarnations of Christian Rosenkreuz, an enigmatic individual born in the fourteenth century and legendary founder of the Rosicrucian Order. According to this author, Rosenkreuz had been Lazarus in a previous life, a biblical character in the New Testament, and Hiram Abiff, the master of the construction of King Solomon's Temple of Freemasonry, in an earlier existence.[5] In Alice A. Bailey's books, Saint Germain is referred to as the "Master Rakoczi" or the "Master R." His title is said to be the "Lord of Civilization," telepathically influencing people who are seen by him as being instrumental in bringing about the new civilization of the Age of Aquarius. Bailey has said that "sometime after AD 2025" Jesus, Master Rakoczi, and the others in the Spiritual Hierarchy (except Gautama Buddha) would "externalise," i.e., descend from the spiritual worlds, and live physically on Earth in ashrams surrounded by their disciples. Saint Germain, according to Bailey, is the Master of the Seventh Ray, and thus the Avatar of the New Age. Guy Ballard, founder of the "I AM" Activity, claimed that he met Saint Germain on Mount Shasta in California in August of 1930, and that this initiated his training and experiences with other Ascended Masters in various parts of the physical and spiritual worlds. [6] The Ballards also published a portrait quite unlike the historical one that featured a dark, bearded, Christ-like figure. It was soon replaced with a blonder, more Californian version. Mark and Elizabeth Clare Prophet, in whose teachings Saint Germain is a prominent figure Colombian esoteric writer Samael Aun Weor considered an Immortal, someone who, using the art of Alchemy, has overcome death. He also identifies Saint Germain with Master Rakoczy, Roger Bacon, and Francis Bacon, claiming that he is still alive and living in Tibet with the same youthful physical body he possessed in the medieval period. Mount Shasta, California, center of several New Age movements in which Saint Germain is a central figure In 1957, at age 18, while involved in "I AM" Activity, the young Elizabeth Claire Prophet had an experience with Saint Germain that changed her life. She reportedly opened a book to a picture of Saint Germain and recognized him as "the oldest friend I had ever known." Shortly thereafter she met Mark L. Prophet who became her teacher, then husband. Together they wrote more than 75 books on the Teachings of the Ascended Masters, identifying Saint Germain as one of the three most prominent of them. The other two are El Morya, and Jesus. The Prophet couple taught that Saint Germain is to the "Age of Aquarius" what Jesus was to the "Age of Pisces." After Mark Prophet's death, Elizabeth would go on to found the Church Universal and Triumphant, which attracted thousands of followers in the 1970s and early 1980s, with Saint Germain as a central figure. Who was Saint Germain? Perhaps more controversial than anything else about the Count of Saint Germain are the accounts of his appearances at various times in history, his so-called past lives. For those occult and religious traditions accepting the concept of reincarnation this is surely no leap of faith. For those not having such pretext or cultural and religious context, it turns the entire life of Saint Germain into fantasy, pure speculation, fabrication, or quite simply, blasphemy. According to several of the twentieth-century New Age groups mentioned above, Saint Germain was embodied as the following, among others: The ruler of a Golden Age civilization in the area of the Sahara Desert 70,000 years ago The High priest of Atlantis 13,000 years ago, serving in the Order of Lord Zadkiel in the Temple of Purification, located near where the island of Cuba is now The prophet Samuel, (eleventh century B.C.E.), who served as prophet, priest, and the last and greatest of the Hebrew judges Hesiod, Greek poet whose writings serve as a major source of knowledge for Greek mythology and cosmology (circa 700 B.C.E.) Plato, the great philosopher of Athens. (427 - 347 B.C.E.) Saint Joseph, of Nazareth. Husband of Mary and Guardian of Jesus, first century C.E. Saint Alban, late third or early fourth century, the first British martyr Proclus, c. 410 - 485 C.E. Athens. The last major Greek Neoplatonic philosopher Merlin, c. fifth or sixth century, Britain. Magician and counselor at King Arthur's Camelot who inspired the establishment of the Order of the Knights of the Round Table Roger Bacon, c. 1220–1292 C.E., England. Forerunner of modern science renowned for his exhaustive investigations into alchemy, optics, mathematics, and languages Organizer of various Secret Societies in Germany in the late fourteenth and early fifteenth centuries, where he operated as the legendary Christian Rosenkreuz Christopher Columbus, 1451–1506 C.E. Francis Bacon, 1561–1626, England. Philosopher, statesman, essayist and literary master, author of the Shakespearean plays, father of inductive science and herald of the scientific revolution. Legacy The legacy of The Count of Saint Germain remains within the mystical and esoteric appeal of his life as well as in his teachings contained within the various purportedly "channeled" materials available. Who was he? Where did he come from? It appears that most of the details of his physical life itself are unknown or at least incomplete. However, his reported goal or vision of enshrining the "violet flame" or fleur-de-lis as the threefold flame of God-identity in every heart, attributed to him by various authors and channelers, continues to inspire millions of adherents of New Age religion. Notes ↑ Isabel Cooper-Oakley, Count of St. Germain (Garber Communications, 1988, ISBN 978-0893452391). ↑ Werner Schroeder, Ascended Masters and Their Retreats (Ascended Master Teaching Foundation, 2004), 250-255. ↑ Manly P. Hall, (original 1928) The Secret Teachings of All Ages (Murine Press, 2005). ↑ C. W. Leadbeater The Masters and the Path (Adyar, India: Theosophical Publishing House, 1996). ↑ Max Heindel, "Freemasonry and Catholocism" Retrieved March 10, 2008. ↑ Godfre Ray King, Unveiled Mysteries (Kessinger Publishing, 2007). References Bailey, Alice. The externalization of hierarchy. New York: Lucis, 1957. 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