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…hat figure, feel the fascination. I understand that Hewhoever, whatever He may beis He for whom we all so long had waited. As I fix my eyes upon it, I become aware that its blackness against the light of the Star is only relative; and as I gain confidence in my sight, that darkness goes. The figure is a prism of pure crystalit is the distortion and interference with the Light it transmits which caused those phantoms of terror to dance their Witches' Sabbath on the moving miasma. And now I am drawn swiftly up by some invisible force; sucked b…
1938 · PDF PAGE 14
…made one with Him. To answer that, He sendeth forth His Will, that, casting shadows on the clouds of Life, may be half read by him whose eyes are lightened enough by the manhood of his love. Thus then do I learn how best to make myself fit to fulfil my Life, in the Life of the Master, and offer my blood to His Heart. 0. Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rapture. Be neither man nor woman, but both in one. Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to bear the La…
1938 · PDF PAGE 5
…iscipline is done, all courage quashed, all purpose perished. Behind mestrange!the gloom is less obscure than in the East to which the eyes yearn feebly. Do I feel it by instinctthe form of a vast pyramidal hill of stark black rock? I am too weary to turn my head to look. All of a sudden, far behind me, far beyond that crest, if it be one, rings out a voice, clear, firm, courageous, confident. It is a soldier's voice the accent of command, the valour of manhood. None can mistakeI am assuredthat ringing call. Truth, Victory, in each trumpet…
1938 · PDF PAGE 7
…grey cloud? Hark! Yes, the few that are still alive have seen what rouses them to lift their crippled arms, to star with blear bloodshot eyes, to jabber with broken jaw-bones and torn tongues. For Christ's sake, screams an emasculate rag of flesh, don't look at that damned Star! We're lost, another squeals. The Beast! yells a third: maniac. I too am appalled not a little. For on the moving fumes crawl monstrous and hideous shapesfrightful forms, detestable gestures. All past belief for loathsomeness: filling my mortal spirit with delir…
1938 · PDF PAGE 20
…e, and bread. Of these did he bid me partake; and they being consumed, he took a phial of golden oil from their midst, and anointed mine eyes, and mine ears, and my lips. With that I was aware of the image of a God, severe and noble of aspect, his spirit utterly calm, in his right hand a sickle and in his left an hourglass. And as I looked upon him, he reversed his wrist, for the last grain of sand was fallen through. Then did my Instructor point with a little wand to a great chart not wholly filled, and there came the shadow of a man's hand, a…