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real, through the gates, of the inner senses; catch glimpses of the forward world, and therefore cognize the events not yet born of time, but which are already begotten of God on the body of Necessity; and, therefore, cannot fail of actual outside show, experience, and being. In the interior state he throws open the windows of his soul, and lets in the sunshine and glory of the spaces; hence all true seers can but deprecate the prostitution of Clairvoyance — true, and therefore very rare —to immoral uses; or that of the mirrors to mere fortune-telling, arid such like ends; for, although unquestionably these things have been, are, and can be done, with rare and marvellous success and efficiency by their means, yet it is like causing a first-class race-horse to draw a butcher’s cart, or, donning rich attire to plough the land. Hence the caution and advice, simply because the mirror is the gate to another world, another field, another department of the ‘‘ Inside World.”
Says one of the master Rosicrucians of Bngland, — a man whose writings on ‘* Fire” rank him high among the true genii of the world of letters, and one from whom [have largely quoted in this monograph, — a man who deservedly occupies a lofty place in the esteem and affection of every true brother of the Arch Fraternity of Rosicrucians,—in his last great work concerning the ‘‘Curious Things of the Outside World”: ‘The Phantasmagoria of real things are revealed to us only when we escape the outer world.” In other words, when we elude by mental swiftness these cast-iron, outward-seeming senses of ours; and when we take a God-bath in the rivers that flow by our souls. There is a light of slumbrous beauty beneath this world-light of ours, and the spaces are thronged with aerial intelligences, unseen by material man. They, to him, wait in darkness, but his darkness is theirs and ‘‘our” efiulgent light, because it illumines the waste of what to him is mystery. That realm is no shadowcountry, n0 phantom-land. It is a country without sound and noise; yet the fulness of melody echoes through its gorgeous halls, and the wingless cherubim are there in effulgent majesty, to guard its mystic splendois; hence, none but true, brave, feeling souls can wholly enter therein. It is a regal domain where our under life is topmost. Gautama Buddha, seer of all seers of the olden time, and equalled only now, if ever, tried, to stupid man, these sublime mysteries to reveal; and in that land he has waited six thousand years for the advent of understanders, just as that other king, the lonely Man of Nazareth and Bethichem, waited nineteen hundred years to find a score of Christians! Are they found?
It is only in deep absorption that the soul can outwit the body. Thus, when a man is temptéd to waste his manhood in the lap of lust, his senses ever urge him to the deed, albeit he knows it is pollution and death which invite him to the horrid banquet, death-charged and dreadful! But the very instant he sets his soul to gaze upon the temptress, he sees her hollow heart, and realizes the danger to his soul and body; and the sight and the knowledge frees him, that moment, from his thrall; his
real, through the gates, of the inner senses; catch glimpses of the forward world, and therefore cognize the events not yet born of time, but which are already begotten of God on the body of Necessity; and, therefore, cannot fail of actual outside show, experience, and being. In the interior state he throws open the windows of his soul, and lets in the sunshine and glory of the spaces; hence all true seers can but deprecate the prostitution of Clairvoyance — true, and therefore very rare —to immoral uses; or that of the mirrors to mere fortune-telling, arid such like ends; for, although unquestionably these things have been, are, and can be done, with rare and marvellous success and efficiency by their means, yet it is like causing a first-class race-horse to draw a butcher’s cart, or, donning rich attire to plough the land. Hence the caution and advice, simply because the mirror is the gate to another world, another field, another department of the ‘‘ Inside World.”
Says one of the master Rosicrucians of Bngland, — a man whose writings on ‘* Fire” rank him high among the true genii of the world of letters, and one from whom [have largely quoted in this monograph, — a man who deservedly occupies a lofty place in the esteem and affection of every true brother of the Arch Fraternity of Rosicrucians,—in his last great work concerning the ‘‘Curious Things of the Outside World”: ‘The Phantasmagoria of real things are revealed to us only when we escape the outer world.” In other words, when we elude by mental swiftness these cast-iron, outward-seeming senses of ours; and when we take a God-bath in the rivers that flow by our souls. There is a light of slumbrous beauty beneath this world-light of ours, and the spaces are thronged with aerial intelligences, unseen by material man. They, to him, wait in darkness, but his darkness is theirs and ‘‘our” efiulgent light, because it illumines the waste of what to him is mystery. That realm is no shadowcountry, n0 phantom-land. It is a country without sound and noise; yet the fulness of melody echoes through its gorgeous halls, and the wingless cherubim are there in effulgent majesty, to guard its mystic splendois; hence, none but true, brave, feeling souls can wholly enter therein. It is a regal domain where our under life is topmost. Gautama Buddha, seer of all seers of the olden time, and equalled only now, if ever, tried, to stupid man, these sublime mysteries to reveal; and in that land he has waited six thousand years for the advent of understanders, just as that other king, the lonely Man of Nazareth and Bethichem, waited nineteen hundred years to find a score of Christians! Are they found?
It is only in deep absorption that the soul can outwit the body. Thus, when a man is temptéd to waste his manhood in the lap of lust, his senses ever urge him to the deed, albeit he knows it is pollution and death which invite him to the horrid banquet, death-charged and dreadful! But the very instant he sets his soul to gaze upon the temptress, he sees her hollow heart, and realizes the danger to his soul and body; and the sight and the knowledge frees him, that moment, from his thrall; his
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