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The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)
The Equinox (Volume III, Number I) (1919), PDF p. 124
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THE EQUINOX
already taught you, but with especial emphasis in choice of
things naturally repulsive, in particular, death itself, and its
phenomena ancillary. Thus the Buddha bade his disciples
to meditate upon Ten Impurities, that is, upon ten cases of
death of decomposition, so that the Aspirant, identifying
himself with his own corpse in all these imagined forms,
might lose the natural horror, loathing, fear or disgust
which he might have had for them. Know this, that every
idea of every sort becomes unreal, phantastic, and most
manifest illusion, if it be subjected to persistent investiga-
tion, with concentration. And this is particularly easy to
attain in the case of all bodily impressions, because all ma-
terial things, and especially those of which we are first con-
scious, namely, our own bodies, are the grossest and most
unnatural of all falsities. For there is in us all, latent, that
Light wherein no error may endure, and It already teaches
our instinct to reject first of all those veils which are most
closely wrapt about It. Thus also in meditation it is (for
many men) most profitable to concentrate the Will to Love
upon the sacred centres of nervous force: for they, like all
things, are apt images or true reflexions of their semblables
in finer spheres: so that, their gross natures being dissi-
pated by the dissolving acid of the Meditation, their finer
souls appear (so to speak) naked, and display their force and
glory in the consciousness of the aspirant.
Yea, verily, let your Will to Love burn eagerly toward this
creation in yourselves of the true Life that rolls its waves
across the shoreless sea of Time! Live not your petty lives
in fear of the hours! The Moon and Sun and Stars by which
ye measure Time are themselves but servants of that Life
which pulses in you, joyous drum-beat as you march trium-
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