The Scorpio Full Moon
and the Sun in Taurus

The Wesak Legend & Visualization

“In the faces of men and women, I see God.”  Walt Whitman

The Wesak Legend says…

there is a green valley, high in the foothills of the Himalayan-Tibet ranges that is bottle shaped
and surrounded by towering mountains.  At the north end of this valley there is a narrow
opening in the mountain ranges where a flat rock sits. The southern part of the valley is wide
and round. There are no trees or shrubs in the valley, only a kind of coarse grass. At the time of
the full moon of Taurus,  pilgrims from the surrounding districts begin to gather. The holy men
and the lamas find their way into the valley and fill the southern and the middle parts, leaving
the northeastern end relatively free. It is there that a group of great wisdom beings who are the
Earth’s guardians gather together.  This group of enlightened ones are the main participants in
The Wesak Festival. They arrange themselves in the northeastern end of the valley in
concentric circles, in front of the rock where a large crystal bowl with water is placed and Christ
stands. Gathered throughout the valley are masters and adepts, and other planetary
lightworkers. Some are present in their physical bodies while others are in their spirit bodies.
As the hour of the full moon approaches, stillness settles down upon the crowd, and all look
towards the northeast. Certain ritualistic movements take place, in which the grouped Masters
and their disciples of all ranks take up symbolic positions, and form on the floor of the valley
such significant symbols as the five-pointed star, with The Christ standing at the highest point;
of a triangle, with The Christ at the apex; or a cross, and other well known formations, all of
which have a deep and potent meaning. This is all done to the sound of chanted words and
esoteric phrases. The expectancy in the waiting, on looking crowd becomes very great, and the
tension is real and increasing. Throughout the valley there can be felt a potent vibration. The
chanting and the rhythmic weaving grow stronger, and all the participants and the watching
crowd raise their eyes towards the sky in the direction of the narrow part of the valley. Just a
few minutes before the exact time of the full moon, in the far distance, a tiny speck can be seen
in the sky. It comes nearer and nearer, and grows in clarity until the form of The Buddha can be
seen, seated in the cross-legged position, clad in his saffron-colored robe, bathed in light with
his hand extended in blessing. When the Buddha arrives at a point exactly over the great rock,
hovering there in the air over the heads of The Great Lords, a great mantram, used only once a
year, at this Festival, is intoned by The Christ, and the entire group of people in the valley fall
upon their knees.
This invocation sets up a great vibration or thought current which is of such potency that it
reaches up from the group of aspirants, disciples and initiates who employ it, to the Divne.   It
marks the supreme moment of intensive spiritual effort throughout the entire year, and the
spiritual vitalization of humanity and the spiritual effects last throughout the succeeding
The effect of this great Invocation is universal and serves to link us up with that cosmic center
of spiritual force from which all created beings have come. The blessing is poured forth, and
Christ, as the representative of humanity, receives it in trust, for distribution. The Buddha
transmits renewed spiritual life, through Christ.    Buddha recedes into the distance, until again
only a faint speck can be seen in the sky, and this eventually disappears. The whole ceremonial
blessing, from the time of the first appearance in the distance until the moment The Buddha
fades out of view, takes just eight minutes. When The Buddha has again disappeared, the
crowd rises to their feet; the water in the bowl is distributed in tiny portions to the participants,
whom have all brought their little cups to drink from and share with others. The water, which
has been magnetized by the presence of The Buddha and of The Christ, carries healing  

                                   Thus blessed, the crowd silently disperses.

From “The Wesak Festival” by Alice Bailey