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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Two. The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>    
\nCanto V<\/a>
\n    Canto VI<\/a>    Canto VII<\/a>    Canto VIII<\/a>    
\nCanto IX<\/a>
\n    Canto X<\/a>    Canto XI<\/a>    Canto XII<\/a>    
\nCanto XIII<\/a>    Canto XIV<\/a>    
\nCanto XV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Book Two<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/b><\/p>\n

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\n


\nBook
\nTwo: Canto VIII<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nWorld of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary<\/B>
\n
Aswapathy beholds the hidden core of Night. It is a spiritless
\nblank Infinity, a Nature denying Truth, wanting to abolish God. There
\nis no Light, no divine Soul here; Evil and Pain are busy erecting
\ntheir own world. Titans, Demons and the rest of the nether host
\ncomeinto their own and a veritable Hell appears to exist. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s
\ngaze pierces through this heavy gloom and observes this realm of dark
\ncontraries\u2014Non-Being, Inconscience. Here suffering is the daily
\nfood of Nature, torture yields delight, Good produces Evil. An
\nillimitable and vague Something basing itself on an all-swallowing
\nDeath dominates everything. Time was when there was nothing else
\nexcept a soulless Matter. Then came Life into that Void striving to
\ncreate a way for the Spirit to be. But the response of the Night was
\ndifferent: a vast Non-Being, a Nescience came to life and occupied
\nthe Earth with its huge body of Doom. Death, Pain, Falsehood emerged
\nvitiating and deforming the original design of creation. The
\nTruth-Light was put behind and an antagonist Energy usurped the place
\nof the eternal Mother.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nantagonist pushes backwards the human aspiration and will to advance
\nand grow and tries to keep man ever at the animal level. All the same
\nthe divine Spirit grows in man though the Enemy is ever on the prowl
\nwanting to smother the new-birth. She uses all means of fascination
\nand joy for her nefarious purpose of turning man away from God and
\nLight. She infects life, misguides the mind, uses doubt to slay faith
\nand brings about the virtual banishment of God. Thus is brought the
\ninner death by the expulsion of the divine element.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ncreative Spirit allows these agencies full scope to play out their
\npossibilities. Under the cover of Ignorance these Powers act against
\nLight, Peace and Truth. They shut out the Divine Grace by their own
\nformations. They interfere with the workings of God everywhere. And
\nalways these dark Adventurers seem to win. They have occupied all
\npositions of vantage and claim to be the sole rulers of the minds and
\nhearts of men. They are allowed their play because by their very
\nresistance and opposition they serve the Cosmic Purpose. Their home
\nis the Black Night from where they scheme and work out their
\ninescapable dominion on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\ndecides to sound the depths of this Hell and enters into this dark
\nand terrible realm, where evil and misery are the natural climate and
\nbliss is unknown. Happiness is tabooed, torture a festival.
\nTranquillity is a bore; suffering adds spice to life. Pitiless Power
\nis worshipped and Hate is the archangel of this Kingdom. Even
\ninanimate objects exude these evil passions and afflict their users.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nanguish of this environment opens out in the breast of Aswapathy. His
\nears are filled with the clamours of pain. He traverses the passages
\nof Doom across the many dangers of misguidance, treachery and death.
\nHe bears the tremendous assaults of Hell and drinks her poison to its
\ndregs. All the while he keeps alive the flame of his spirit. Even
\nwhen thought, sense, all fails, his soul sees and knows. Thus
\nsounding the mystery of the Infinitesimal and the Inconscient, he
\narrives ultimately at the very heart of the Dark Gulfs from where the
\ncreation has emerged. Here he discovers by sheer identity, the
\npresence of a Wisdom and Will that works behind all the veils of
\nNature. Here he sees the key to all change. In his luminous vision he
\nsees an invisible Hand of the Spirit laid upon error and pain which
\nturn into ecstasy at that touch. He sees clearly that Night is only a
\nveil of the Eternal, death a process of Life, destruction a rapid
\nstep of Creation, hell a short cut to the gates of Heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nIllusion of the Nether Absolute is dissipated. All on Earth reveals
\nits divine significance. Life comes into its own pure action in the
\nphysical embodiment. Hell collapses. Division ceases to be, God is
\npresent. The soul lights up the conscious body and Matter and Spirit
\nbecome one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hidden
\nHeart of Night<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\ncould he see the hidden heart of Night:
The labour of its stark
\nunconsciousness
Revealed the endless terrible Inane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFrom
\nhis masterful position Aswapathy is able to see things as they are.
\nHis gaze plumbs into the core of that dark Night and he sees a sheer
\nunconsciousness at work revealing a horrid, empty infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nNature that Denies Truth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nspiritless blank Infinity was there;
A Nature that denied the
\neternal Truth
In the vain braggart freedom of its thought
Hoped
\nto abolish God and reign alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis not the infinity of the Spirit full with its glories of
\nConsciousness, Force and Bliss. It is completely devoid of Spirit,
\nempty of all its contents. Here is a Nature that exults in its
\nliberty to think what it chooses and denies the existence of the
\neternal Truth of the Spirit. In so doing it hopes to cancel God
\naltogether so that it could be the sole monarch.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Creates
\nits own Bleak World<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no sovereign Guest, no witness Light;
Unhelped it would
\ncreate its own bleak world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nlarge blind eyes looked out on demon acts,
Its deaf ears heard
\nthe untruth its dumb lips spoke;
Its huge misguided fancy took
\nvast shapes,
Its mindless sentience quivered with fierce
\nconceits;
Engendering a brute principle of life
Evil and pain
\nbegot a monstrous soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nNature would create a dreary world on its own without the help of a
\npresiding Spirit, without a guiding Light. Its eyes, large but blind,
\nsee only its demoniac acts; its ears hear only untruths uttered by
\nlips dumb to all but untruth; its misguided ambition for
\naggrandisement expresses itself in vast schemes: unlit by mind, its
\nfeelings are astir with belligerent false notions. A brutal principle
\nof life is brought into action and out of all this evil and pain a
\nmonstrous being is born.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The
\nAnarch<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nAnarchs of the formless depths arose,
Great titan beings and
\ndemoniac powers,
World-egos racked with lust and thought and
\nwill,
Vast minds and lives without a spirit within:
Impatient
\narchitects of error\u2019s house,
Leaders of the cosmic ignorance
\nand unrest
And sponsors of sorrow and mortality
Embodied the
\ndark Ideas of the Abyss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTitans
\nand demons, rebels against the Divine order, appear on the scene with
\ncolossal egos dominated by lust and pervert will and thought; they
\nhave large capacities and ranges of power but with no soul.
\nRestlessly they build the edifice of error, champion the hosts of
\nworld-Ignorance and disturbance and promote the spread of sorrow and
\ndeath. They are veritable embodiments of the black Ideas from the
\nnethermost regions of hell.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Adverse
\nSpace<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nshadow substance into emptiness came,
Dim forms were born in the
\nunthinking Void
And eddies met and made an adverse Space
In
\nwhose black folds Being imagined Hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nInto
\nthis dark Void a kind of shadowy substance arises providing material
\nfor vague forms to take shape. Movements gather and create a hostile
\nSpace in that Void, an unholy Space whose dark regions the Being
\nimagines as Hell.Actually there is no world of hell as such. It is
\nonly a state formed and maintained in imagination.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Triple-Plated
\nGloom<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\neyes piercing the triple-plated gloom
Identified their sight with
\nits blind stare:
Accustomed to the unnatural dark, they saw
\n
Unreality made real and conscious Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy’s
\neyes penetrate through the thrice fortified gloom whose covering
\ndarkness has so fearful an influence on the physical, vital and
\nmental layers of existence. Accustomed to the unnatural darkness, his
\neyes see directly the unreal fronting him as the real and the Night
\nbecoming conscious and alive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Womb
\nof Calamitous Dreams<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nviolent, fierce and formidable world,
An ancient womb of huge
\ncalamitous dreams,
Coiled like a larva in the obscurity
That
\nkeeps it from the spear-points of Heaven\u2019s stars. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nsees a disturbing formidable world which has long been a veritable
\nsource of black and disastrous nightmares. It is convoluted in thick
\nobscurity so that the rays of Light from the heavens of the Spirit
\nmay not touch and dissolve it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
False
\nInfinite<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwas the gate of a false Infinite,
An eternity of disastrous
\nabsolutes,
An immense negation of spiritual things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nworld turns out to be the entry into a pseudo-infinity, not an
\nInfinite of Truth but an endless Vast of Falsehood. It is a termless
\nrealm of suicidal absolutes of negation, of an overwhelming denial of
\nthe verities of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All
\nTurned into Dark Contraries<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nonce self-luminous in the spirit\u2019s sphere
Turned now into their
\nown dark contraries:
Being collapsed into a pointless void
That
\nyet was a zero parent of the worlds;
Inconscience swallowing up
\nthe cosmic Mind
Produced a universe from its lethal sleep;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthe luminous Verities of the Spirit above, the Sat-Chit-Ananda, are
\nprecipitated here into their dark opposites. Being, Sat, has almost
\ndissolved itself into non-being, an utter Void without even a point
\nof existence. But it is not a barren emptiness. It is a fecund zero,
\na self-limitation to the point of apparent dissolution and yet from
\nthis micro-seed arises the Tree of the cosmic worlds. The
\nConsciousness, Chit, loses itself in its contrary\u2014Inconscience\u2014by
\na self-concentration to the point of forgetting itself. But from this
\nalmost fatal nescience arises this Universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bliss
\nFalls into Coma<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBliss
\ninto black coma fallen, insensible,
Coiled back to itself and
\nGod\u2019s eternal joy
Through a false poignant figure of grief and
\npain
Still dolorously nailed upon a cross
Fixed in the soil
\nof a dumb insentient world
Where birth was a pang and death an
\nagony,
Lest all too soon should change again to bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBliss,
\nAnanda, falls into a swoon as it were and loses itself in stark
\ninsensibility. However, it struggles back into awareness and strives
\nto regain its original status in the Divine Consciousness as
\nineffable Delight. But the way is long and tortuous and the forms
\nthrough which it works its passage are those of grief and pain which,
\nthough without real basis in fact, are biting in their actuality. In
\na world based upon insentience, every effort, every upward movement
\nis attended with pain and suffering; birth is preceded by intense
\npain and death accompanied by agony. The transmutation from
\ninsensibility to supreme bliss is deliberately slow and long.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought,
\na Priestess of Perversity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThought
\nsat, a priestess of Perversity,
On her black tripod of the triune
\nSnake
Reading by opposite signs the eternal script,
A
\nsorceress reversing Life\u2019s God-frame. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nInstead
\nof being an instrument for giving the delivering Knowledge, Thought
\nbecomes an agent of deformation that twists the life-movements. It
\nbases itself upon the threefold unpurified energies of the physical,
\nvital and mental. Nature starts at the wrong end of things, misreads
\nthe directions and misguides the course of the Divine Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ritual
\nof Mysteries<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ndarkling aisles with evil eyes for lamps
And fatal voices
\nchanting from the apse,
In strange infernal dim basilicas
\n
Intoning the magic of the unholy Word,
The ominous profound
\nInitiate
Performed the ritual of her mysteries. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nare also symbolic rituals of the Mysteries of Evil performed by the
\nominous adept, chanting the Word productive of evil results, in the
\ndark interior of the Church filled with the fell notes of a strange
\nmusic.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Suffering
\nis Nature’s Food<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nsuffering was Nature\u2019s daily food
Alluring to the anguished
\nheart and flesh,
And torture was the formula of delight,
Pain
\nmimicked the celestial ecstasy. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nContrary
\nto the balance of things in the human world, here in this dark world
\nof Evil, Nature thrives on suffering: the hungry heart and body take
\nto suffering with avidity. Torture produces not pain but delight;
\nactual pain affects to give the satisfaction and delectation of
\nheavenly ecstasies.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Good,
\na Faithless Gardener<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nGood, a faithless gardener of God,
Watered with virtue the
\nworld\u2019s upas-tree
And, careful of the outward word and act,
\n
Engrafted his hypocrite blooms on native ill. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere
\neven Good turns out to be a faithless gardener; it is not productive
\nof the wholesome. It uses virtue to foster the growth of the tree of
\npoison. Though scrupulously correct in its outer words and deeds, it
\nmultiplies in reality the spread of hypocrisy in this native land of
\nevil.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven’s
\nFace a Mask of Hell<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nhigh things served their nether opposite:
The forms of Gods
\nsustained a demon cult;
Heaven\u2019s face became a mask and snare
\nof Hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEverything,
\nhowever high and truthful, is made to serve its contrary and thus
\ndefeat itself. Thus the forms of the Gods which normally serve as
\nfoci for the manifestations of Divinity are here deliberately used to
\nmislead the world into subscribing to the rule of the demon-powers.
\nThe demon-powers masquerade as Gods and hold the loyalty of the
\nfaithful. The very face of heaven is a danger as it is used as a trap
\nto cover the entrance of hell.The high is forced to serve the low.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Illimitable
\nShape Sitting on Death<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nin the heart of vain phenomenon,
In an enormous action\u2019s
\nwrithen core
He saw a shape illimitable and vague
Sitting on
\nDeath who swallows all things born. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nchill fixed face with dire and motionless eyes,
Her dreadful
\nstrident in her shadowy hand
Outstretched, she pierced all
\ncreatures with one fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nthe core of all this monstrously pervert, involuted worthless
\nphenomena, Aswapathy sees an immense vague Something seated on the
\nthrone of the devourer Death. With her fearful visage and pitiless
\ngaze, she seeks to pitch her sway as far as possible, infecting with
\none fate all creatures within her domain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
When
\nMatter was without Soul<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nnothing was save Matter without soul
And a spiritless hollow was
\nthe heart of Time,
Then Life first touched the insensible Abyss;
\n
Awaking the stark Void to hope and grief
Her pallid beam
\nsmote the unfathomed Night
In which God hid himself from his own
\nview. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe beginning of the material creation, there was only Matter. There
\nwas no life, no soul. It was all insensible. Then Life descended from
\nits own plane above and touched this insentient Matter; the result
\nwas the stirring of a sensibility in what was a sheer Void so long,
\nand the way was opened for the movements of hope and grief. This ray
\nof Life, pale though it was in its transition into the material
\nsphere, struck at the thick darkness of insentience and inconscience
\nof Matter in which Consciousness was veiling itself self-forgotten.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life
\nSought the Slumbering Truth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nall things she sought their slumbering mystic truth,
The unspoken
\nWord that inspires unconscious forms;
She groped in his deeps for
\nan invisible Law,
Fumbled in the dim subconscient for his mind
\n
And strove to find a way for spirit to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLife
\nsearched for the ensouling truth in all things. She looked for the
\nunexpressed concentration of conscious Power that moves formations
\nthat are apparently unconscious; she felt for the Truth-Law in the
\ndepths of God’s creation, unseen but nevertheless active; she went
\nprobing unsteadily in the dim regions of the subconscient for the
\nconcealed Mind. By all these steps Life struggled to build the way
\nfor the spirit, the soul, to come into being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ignorance
\nPrepared<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nfrom the Night another answer came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nseed was in that nether matrix cast,
A dumb unprobed husk of
\nperverted truth,
A cell of an insentient infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmonstrous birth prepared its cosmic form
In Nature\u2019s titan
\nembryo, Ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nanswer from the dark depths, however, was quite different. A seed was
\nthrown in the womb of Nescience, a mute fount of perversion in the
\nbody of the insentient Vast. An ugly formation on a universal scale
\nbegan to gather itself in the giant embryo of that Nature. Ignorance
\nwas preparing to emerge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nresult of the action of Life on the Insentient is the birth of
\nIgnorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Overshadowing
\nDoom<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nin a fatal and stupendous hour
Something that sprang from the
\nstark Inconscient\u2019s sleep
Unwillingly begotten by the mute
\nVoid,
Lifted its ominous head against the stars;
Overshadowing
\nearth with its huge body of Doom
It chilled the heavens with the
\nmenace of a face. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nnameless Power, a shadowy Will arose
Immense and alien to our
\nuniverse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThen,
\nall on a sudden something shot up from the dormant depths of the
\nInconscient under the weight of the Void and enveloped the whole
\nearth with a spread of Doom. It was a concrete form menacing the very
\nheavens with its ominous approach. It was a Power that could not be
\ndefined, a Will that could not be determined. All that could be said
\nabout it was that it was immense and foreign to this universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nescience
\nCovers Eternity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe inconceivable Purpose none can gauge
A vast Non-Being robed
\nitself with shape,
The boundless Nescience of the unconscious
\ndepths
Covered eternity with Nothingness. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nhuman
\nmind. None knows precisely what it is. In such a scheme, the vast
\nNon-Being came to assume a form; the endless Nescience from the
\ndepths of the Inconscient rose and covered up the eternal Existence
\nwith its Nothingness. Being was covered by Non-Being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mighty
\nOpposition Conquered Space<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nseeking Mind replaced the seeing Soul:
Life grew into a huge and
\nhungry death,
The Spirit\u2019s bliss was changed to cosmic pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAssuring
\nGod\u2019s self-cowled neutrality
A mighty opposition conquered
\nSpace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nresult of this nether invasion was catastrophic. A lame mind
\nstruggling to know displaced the soul with its direct vision; Life
\nassumed the character of an insatiable hunger that is Death; the
\nnatural bliss of the pervading Spirit was altered into universal
\npain. The creative Divinity allowed all possibilities, to take shape
\nwithout immediate intervention; the opposing hosts occupied the
\nfield.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sovereign
\nRuling Falsehood<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsovereign ruling falsehood, death and grief,
It pressed its
\nfierce hegemony on earth;
Disharmonising the original style
Of
\nthe architecture of her fate\u2019s design,
It falsified the primal
\ncosmic Will
And bound to struggle and dread vicissitudes
The
\nlong slow process of the patient Power. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFalsehood,
\ngrief and death occupied the Earth and sought to establish their rule
\nfirmly. They broke into the original pattern of a harmonious
\nevolution intended for the Earth, upset and deflected the workings of
\nthe creative Will that fathered the universe and subjected the
\nlabouring Power, effecting the slow evolution of the Earth, to
\nincessant opposition, struggle and calamitous prospects.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Error
\nImplanted<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImplanting
\nerror in the stuff of things
It made an Ignorance of the all-wise
\nLaw;
It baffled the sure touch of life\u2019s hid sense,
Kept
\ndumb the intuitive guide in Matter\u2019s sleep,
Deformed the
\ninsect\u2019s instinct and the brute\u2019s,
Disfigured man\u2019s
\nthought-born humanity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nError
\nwas sown in the very substance of everything. As a result the
\nAll-Knowing Law changed its character into Ignorance; the sure touch
\nof the hidden sense in life\u2014beyond the five overt, active senses
\nwhich are always tentative in their operations\u2014got confused; the
\nintuitive element that is active even in the sleep of Matter and
\nguides the creative movement was muted; the instinct that guides and
\nleads the animal and insect creations, which are not yet awakened to
\nthe mental faculties, was deformed and made unreliable; even the
\nthinking faculty which sets apart man above all other species in
\nNature was infected and the human type fashioned by it was
\ndisfigured.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Shadow
\nObscured the Truth-Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nshadow fell across the simple Ray:
Obscured was the Truth-light
\nin the cavern heart
That burns unwitnessed in the altar crypt
\n
Behind the still velamen\u2019s secrecy
Companioning the Godhead
\nof the shrine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nshadow of this Nescience and Ignorance interfered with the natural
\nplay of the Light of the creative Spirit. It obscured the Divine
\nTruth that shines as an inextinguishable flame of light in the inmost
\nheart of every creature and every form, and burns behind all the
\nveils of Nature, thick or thin, still or vibrant, ever inalienable
\nfrom the inhabiting soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Antagonist
\nEnergy (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nwas the dire antagonist Energy born
Who mimes the eternal
\nMother\u2019s mighty shape
And mocks her luminous infinity
With
\na grey distorted silhouette in the Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas how the hostile opposing Power in creation came to be. She is the
\nrelentless Antagonist who imitates the Divine Power labouring to
\nmanifest the glories of the Spirit on Earth. She sets herself up as
\nthe counterpart in shape and force of the original luminous Puissance
\nand follows it as a dark shadow everywhere.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Antagonist
\nEnergy (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArresting
\nthe passion of the climbing soul,
She forced on life a slow and
\nfaltering pace;
Her hand\u2019s deflecting and retarding weight
Is
\nlaid on the mystic evolution\u2019s curve:
The tortuous line of her
\ndeceiving mind
The Gods see not and man is impotent;
Oppressing
\nthe God-spark within the soul
She forces back to the beast the
\nhuman fall. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworkings of this antagonist Energy are varied in their disastrous
\neffect.The intensity of the aspiring soul is held down; the pace of
\nlife-movement is chequered and slowed; the course of the spiritual
\nevolution in Progress is deflected and retarded; neither the Gods nor
\nmen are able to see through the mazes of the activities of her
\ncunning mind; the Godward urge in man is suppressed and he is
\nconstantly pushed back to the animal level below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yet
\nthe one Grows<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nin her formidable instinctive mind
She feels the One grow in the
\nheart of Time
And sees the Immortal shine through the human
\nmould. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nin spite of all her opposition and negation, the antagonist is aware,
\ninstinctively, that the Divine is growing. He lives and grows amidst
\nall the contraries she has set up. She sees the Immortal One radiate
\nthrough the human frame as the Indweller.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Alarm
\nand Prowl<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlarmed
\nfor her rule and full of fear and rage
She prowls around each
\nlight that gleams through the dark
Casting its ray from the
\nSpirit\u2019s lonely tent,
Hoping to enter with fierce stealthy
\ntread
And in the cradle slay the divine Child. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nfact of the steady growth of the Divine Flame of Truth in spite of
\nher attempts to smother it alarms the Adversary. Wherever there is a
\ngleam of this light, from whichever habitation a ray of this Spirit
\nbeams forth, there this hostile power lurks waiting for the
\nopportunity of an unguarded moment to pounce and kill the infant
\nKrishna, the divine manifestation in embryo.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her
\nRuse<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIncalculable
\nare her strength and ruse,
Her touch is a fascination and a
\ndeath;
She kills her victim with his own delight;
Even Good
\nshe makes a hook to drag to Hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmight and cunning of this antagonist are immeasurable. She uses
\neverything to gain her own ends, even things that are contrary to
\nherself. Delight which nourishes life in its growth is utilised by
\nher to destroy life by its excess. Even Good which leads upwards in
\nthe evolutionary ascent is converted by her into a dragnet of
\nself-righteousness and made the means of a steep fall.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pilgrim
\nFalls Overpowered<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nher the world runs to its agony. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOften
\nthe pilgrim on the Eternal\u2019s road
Ill-lit from clouds by the
\npale moon of Mind,
Or in devious by-ways wandering alone,
Or
\nlost in deserts where no path is seen,
Falls overpowered by her
\nlion leap,
A conquered captive under her dreadful paws. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nthis antagonist, the Creation exists not to outflower towards a
\ngrowing Delight, but to hasten to agony. Pain is the end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMany
\na seeker who dares to quest for the Spirit finds himself in
\nunenviable conditions. His guide, the limited faculty of the mind,
\nthrows but scant light on the way; he misjudges his way and wanders
\nin tortuous bypaths; he gets lost in barren tracts; and when the
\nAdversary pounces upon him with fury, he falls, helpless, defeated.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mortal
\nPerishes to God and Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntoxicated
\nby a burning breath
And amorous groan of a destroying mouth,
\n
Once a companion of the sacred Fire,
The mortal perishes to
\nGod and Light,
An adversary governs heart and brain,
A Nature
\nhostile to the Mother-force. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan
\nis overpowered by the lustful hold of the Adversary. He loses his
\nbalance and forsakes his cherished aspiration for the Truth, Light
\nand God and surrenders his heart and mind to this nether Nature that
\nis inimical to the true Mother of all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cowled
\nFifth-Columnist<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nself of life yields up its instruments
To Titan and demoniac
\nagencies
That aggrandise earth-nature and disframe:
A cowled
\nfifth-columnist is now thought\u2019s guide;
His subtle defeatist
\nmurmur slays the faith
And, lodged in the breast or whispering
\nfrom outside,
A lying inspiration fell and dark
A new order
\nsubstitutes for the divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlife-being surrenders its instruments of effectuation to his Enemy
\nand her agents\u2014soulless forces of Egoism and Greed who give a
\nperverted twist to them. They over-blow material nature and take it
\nout of its proper setting in the Cosmic scheme. Not truth or an
\nemanation of Truth is now the guide of thought, but a veiled agent of
\nFalsehood that usurps its place and subtly plants the poison-seed of
\ndoubt that undermines and kills the innate faith of the being.
\nWhether by a feeling from within or a suggestion from without, this
\nenemy is incessantly at work to misguide, mislead and in all ways to
\nbring about an order of life totally alien to the divine Plan.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God
\nRetires<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsilence falls upon the spirit\u2019s heights,
From the veiled
\nsanctuary the God retires,
Empty and cold is the chamber of the
\nBride;
The golden Nimbus now is seen no more,
No longer burns
\nthe white spiritual ray
And hushed for ever is the secret Voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSpirit from its higher altitudes falls silent; it no more
\ncommunicates. From the chamber in the heart, behind the veil and
\nouter nature, the Godhead withdraws leaving the soul alone. The halo
\nof the Divine Presence is there no more, the pure Ray of the Spirit
\nshines not; the inner voice that is infallible falls mute.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
End
\nof the Soul’s Epic<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nby the Angel of the Vigil Tower
A name is struck from the
\nrecording book;
A flame that sang in Heaven sinks quenched and
\nmute,
In ruin ends the epic of a soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nis brought about the fall of an aspiring soul by the Adversary
\nclosing in from all sides, on all levels. The call of the soul is
\nheard no more in Heaven; it dies down in frustration and failure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inner
\nDeath<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the tragedy of the inner death
When forfeited is the divine
\nelement
And only a mind and body live to die. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis how death takes place within, even though there is not yet the
\nouter physical death. When for any reason, the soul, the divine
\nelement in man, is rendered ineffective, displaced in action by the
\nhostile agencies, what remains is only a soulless mind in body; the
\nfactor that gives meaning and purpose to existence is no more there.
\nIt is a living death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Terrible
\nAgencies Allowed<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nterrible agencies the Spirit allows
And there are subtle and
\nenormous Powers
That shield themselves with the covering
\nIgnorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOffspring
\nof the gulfs, agents of the shadowy Force,
Haters of light,
\nintolerant of peace,
Aping to the thought the shining Friend and
\nGuide,
Opposing in the heart the eternal Will,
They veil the
\noccult, uplifting Harmonist. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nDivine Spirit permits all the dread agents of the Hostile to have
\nfull scope in order to play out their possibilities. Safe behind the
\nveil of human ignorance many forces of this kind are active; they are
\nsubtle but all-pervading in their havoc. They issue from the dark
\ndepths of the nether creation. These enemies of light and haters of
\npeace try to cheat the mind by posing themselves as the hosts of
\nLight and Knowledge. They set up their own contrary will in the heart
\nof man to oppose the Will of God; they cover up the existence and the
\naction of the inner Being who harmonises the diverse activities of
\nNature into an uplifting and purposeful movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Grace
\nShut by Law<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nwisdom\u2019s oracles are made our bonds;
The doors of God they have
\nlocked with keys of creed
And shut out by the Law his tireless
\nGrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAlong
\nall Nature\u2019s lines they have set their posts
And intercept the
\ncaravans of Light;
Wherever the Gods act, they intervene.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nnefarious powers turn even the liberative Words of God into chains by
\npromoting wrong understanding and application; revealed approaches to
\nGod are effectively closed by their credal dogmas. They erect walls
\nof mind-made Laws against the entry of the saving Divine Grace from
\nabove which acts on its own, regardless of desert. Throughout the
\nlong paths of Nature by which man has to journey on his quest, they
\nset up sentries to stop whatever help from on high may come to aid
\nthe pilgrim in his arduous effort. Wherever the divine Agents are and
\nstart to work, there these nether powers come and obstruct.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yoke
\nis Laid<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nyoke is laid upon the world\u2019s dim heart;
Masked are its beats
\nfrom the supernal Bliss,
And the closed peripheries of brilliant
\nMind
Block the fine entries of celestial Fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nobscured heart of the universe is enslaved to the rule of Falsehood
\nand Evil; it is prevented from throbbing to the Delight of the
\ncreative Spirit. So too is the mind shut up in its own brilliant
\ncell; Truth-Light finds no entry for its rays in that closed circle.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dark
\nAdventurers Seem to Win<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\nthe dark Adventurers seem to win;
Nature they fill with evil\u2019s
\ninstitutes,
Turn into defeats the victories of Truth,
Proclaim
\nas falsehoods the eternal laws,
And load the dice of Doom with
\nwizard lies;
The world\u2019s shrines they have occupied, usurped
\nits thrones. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nscorn of the dwindling chances of the Gods
They claim creation as
\ntheir conquered fief
And crown themselves the iron Lords of Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNo
\ndoubt that in such conditions, the forces of darkness always appear
\nto gain the upper hand. They spread evil all over by their
\nmachinations. They turn even the successes of Truth into her defeats.
\nTruth-laws are decreed as falsehoods. Their cunning propaganda swells
\nthe chances of the gathering Doom. They have installed themselves in
\nplaces of worship drawing the hearts of men, occupied seats of Power
\nruling over all. The hosts of Light seem, for the moment, to be the
\nlosing side and the powers of darkness ride roughshod over them. They
\nclaim the whole creation to be their domain as of right and proclaim
\nthemselves as the Masters of the Age\u2014Kali, the Purusha of Evil.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Artificers
\nof Fall and Pain<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdepts
\nof the illusion and the mask,
The artificers of Nature\u2019s fall
\nand pain
Have built their altars of triumphant Night
In the
\nclay temple of terrestrial life. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese
\npowers are past masters in creating illusion, in covering up the true
\nform of things with false formations of their own make. They are the
\nauthors of the deviations in the workings of Nature which result in
\nfall and pain. They have established their own altars of victorious
\nDarkness in the little temples of earth-life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Their
\nMysteries<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe vacant precincts of the sacred Fire,
In front of the reredos
\nin the mystic rite
Facing the dim velamen none can pierce,
\n
Intones his solemn hymn the mitred priest
Invoking their
\ndreadful presence in his breast:
Attributing to them the awful
\nName
He chants the syllables of the magic text
And summons
\nthe unseen communion\u2019s act,
While twixt the incense and the
\nmuttered prayer
All the fierce bale with which the world is
\nracked
Is mixed in the foaming chalice of man\u2019s heart
And
\npoured to them like sacramental wine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nhigh priests of the cult of these Gods of Darkness conduct their own
\nsecret rituals and ceremonies before their altars. They intone hymns
\nto invoke the nefarious presence of their Gods in their own person.
\nThey give fearful names to these Gods, recite their black formulae
\nand effect a communion as a result of which the ingredients of woe
\nand misery are stirred in the human breast and poured out as the wine
\nsacramental.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
They
\nServe by Enmity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssuming
\nnames divine they guide and rule. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOpponents
\nof the Highest they have come
Out of their world of soulless
\nthought and power
To serve by enmity the cosmic scheme. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nimpostors assume the names (and at times even the forms) of the Gods
\nand pretend to guide; they wield dominion over the hearts and minds
\nof men in the name of the Divinity whose antagonists they assuredly
\nare. They have come out of their native world where there is no soul
\nat all\u2014and hence all its thought and power is bereft of the saving
\ndivine element\u2014to oppose and destroy the creation of the Divine
\nSpirit. But by their very obstruction and opposition they serve the
\ncause of the cosmic evolution. They provide the testing and
\nperfecting ground for the progression of the cosmic plan. Nothing is
\nallowed to survive unless it has earned the right to live and grow by
\novercoming the opposition of the adversary.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSupreme Diplomat uses even the Enemy for His own Purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night
\ntheir Strategic Base<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNight
\nis their refuge and strategic base. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAgainst
\nthe sword of Flame, the luminous Eye,
Bastioned they live in
\nmassive forts of gloom,
Calm and secure in sunless privacy:
No
\nwandering ray of Heaven can enter there. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nstronghold of these enemies of God and Light and Bliss is Darkness
\nand whatever leads to the Dark. Gloom is an ideal climate for their
\nliving. No ray of light is allowed to come into their fortress. They
\nfortify their defences so thoroughly that not even by chance can a
\nspeck of light enter. They operate from the safe base of Night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDepression,
\ngloom, melancholy provide them with footholds from where they can
\nexpand and fight against the hosts of Light and Happiness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sons
\nof Darkness Plan<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmoured,
\nprotected by their lethal masks,
As in a studio of creative Death
\n
The giant sons of Darkness sit and plan
The drama of the
\nearth, their tragic stage. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWell-protected
\nin strong armour and death-dealing masks, in their dark chambers
\nwhere Death is developed into a fine art, those titans, the sons of
\nDarkness, sit and plan unobserved, unobstructed, how to overrun the
\nEarth-stage and enact the tragedy of their schemings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dangerous
\nArches of Power<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwho would raise the fallen world must come
Under the dangerous
\narches of their power;
For even the radiant children of the gods
\n
To darken their privilege is and dreadful right. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNone
\ncan reach heaven who has not passed through hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwho strive and hope to uplift the world from its state of affliction
\nhave perforce to come under the close attention of these dark powers
\nwho, as of right, claim to oppose and obstruct all upward effort of
\nthe hosts of Light. They attack the redeemer with all their might and
\nsubject him to untold suffering. The way to the haven of peace and
\nbliss lies through the rocks and manholes of danger and disaster.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Aswapathy
\nChallenges<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ntoo the traveller of the worlds must dare. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwarrior in the dateless duel\u2019s strife,
He entered into dumb
\ndespairing Night
Challenging the darkness with his luminous soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nfeels obliged to face and meet this challenge of the antagonist. As a
\ncombatant in the ageless battle between the forces of Light and
\nDarkness, he readily plunges into the deathlike Night spread before
\nhim, defying its darkness with his own luminous soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dolorous
\nRealm<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlarming
\nwith his steps the threshold gloom
He came into a fierce and
\ndolorous realm
Peopled by souls who never had tasted bliss;
\n
Ignorant like men born blind who know not light,
They could
\nequate worst ill with highest good,
Virtue was to their eyes a
\nface of sin
And evil and misery were their natural state.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nhis approach there is quite an alarm in the gloom that pervades at
\nthe entrance of this realm, for the dark gloom is afraid of its own
\ndissolution by the light of his soul. He steps into a land of dire
\nsuffering and misery inhabited by beings who have no experience or
\nconception of bliss. Truth and light are unknown to them and for them
\nthe extremes of good and evil are but the same. Even virtue appears
\nto them as simply another garb of vice. They live and thrive on evil
\nand misery as to the manner born.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Torture
\na Daily Festival<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndire administration\u2019s penal code
Making of grief and pain the
\ncommon law,
Decreeing universal joylessness
Had changed life
\ninto a stoic sacrament
And torture into a daily festival.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nperversion of truth has gone so deep and extensive here that grief
\nand pain are prescribed as the common law of the realm; joy is
\ntabooed; suffering is borne with resignation as something sacred;
\ntorture is accepted as a regular celebration for enjoyment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Happiness
\nChastised<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nact was passed to chastise happiness;
Laughter and pleasure were
\nbanned as deadly sins:
A questionless mind was ranked as wise
\ncontent,
A dull heart\u2019s silent apathy as peace:
Sleep was
\nnot there, torpor was the sole rest,
Death came but neither
\nrespite gave nor end;
Always the soul lived on and suffered more.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nfurther: happiness is frowned upon; pleasure of mind and body are
\npenalised. An inert, unquesting mind is honoured as replete with
\nwisdom and a passive heart’s indifference is looked upon as peace. Of
\nrestful sleep there is none, there is only a lapse into dull inertia.
\nDeath does not bring pause or cessation to the tired strife of life;
\nit only enhances the helplessness of the soul which continues to live
\nand suffer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wicked
\nJoy in others’ Calamity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver
\nhe deeper probed that kingdom of pain;
Around him grew the terror
\nof a world
Of agony followed by worse agony,
And in the
\nterror a great wicked joy
Glad of one\u2019s own and others\u2019
\ncalamity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nadvances further into this domain of pain; the terror of the place
\ngrows; agony leads to more agony. And amidst all this pain and
\nterror, there runs an unmistakable, pervert, huge and wicked joy in
\none’s own suffering and that of others.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Body
\na Field of Torment<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nthought and life were a long punishment,
The breath a burden and
\nall hope a scourge,
The body a field of torment, a massed unease;
\n
Repose was a waiting between pang and pang. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis unnatural order of things, even thinking and living are an
\nintolerable imposition. To breathe is a burden and hope is a painful
\nwhip that drives one mad. The body is not a fortress of security that
\nit is on earth, but a concentration of discomfort, a centre of
\ntorment. There is no real rest, no relaxation; what appears to be so
\nis only an anticipatory interval between one pang and the next.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spice
\nof Pain and Salt of Tear<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas the law of things none dreamed to change:
A hard sombre
\nheart, a harsh unsmiling mind
Rejected happiness like a cloying
\nsweet;
Tranquillity was a tedium and ennui:
Only by suffering
\nlife grew colourful;
It needed the spice of pain, the salt of
\ntears. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuch
\nis the established order in this world and no one even feels the need
\nto change it. The stony heart in gloom and the dry unpitying mind
\nreject all happiness as a vitiating element. Peace and calm are a
\ntiring boredom. Only suffering makes life more bright and enjoyable.
\nOf this banquet of life, pain is the spice and tears, the salt.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fierce
\nSensation gave some Zest<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf
\none could cease to be, all would be well;
Else only fierce
\nsensations gave some zest:
A fury of jealousy burning the gnawed
\nheart,
The sting of murderous spite and hate and lust,
The
\nwhisper that lures to the pit and treachery\u2019s stroke
Threw
\nvivid spots on the dull aching hours. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nComplete
\ncessation of life is the most desired here. These creatures are so
\ninsensitive that only strong and piercing sensations arouse some
\ninterest. The dull and dragging days are enlivened only by angry
\njealousies, biting hates, consuming lusts, alluring deceits and
\nsudden betrayals.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Enjoyment
\nof Infelicity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nwatch the drama of infelicity,
The writhing of creatures under
\nthe harrow of doom
And sorrow\u2019s tragic gaze into the night
And
\nhorror and the hammering heart of fear
Were the ingredients in
\nTime\u2019s heavy cup
That pleased and helped to enjoy its bitter
\ntaste. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEnjoyment
\nof the dregs of life here consists in gleefully watching the mounting
\ndrama of pain and suffering, the throes of creatures struggling under
\nthe heavy stamp of doom, the helpless, dumb pleas of sorrow, the
\nrapid and painful beats of hearts oppressed by fear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life’s
\nLong Hell<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf
\nsuch fierce stuff was made up life\u2019s long hell:
These were the
\nthreads of the dark spider\u2019s web
In which the soul was caught,
\nquivering and wrapt;
This was religion, this was Nature\u2019s rule.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSuch
\nis the nature of the interminable hell of the life-region. In these
\ndark formations is the soul imprisoned and lost. All this is embraced
\nas religion, all this is taken as natural.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chapel
\nof Iniquity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na fell chapel of iniquity
To worship a black pitiless image of
\nPower
Kneeling one must cross hard-hearted stony courts,
A
\npavement like a floor of evil fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndark heartless Power is the idol that is worshipped here on the
\nruthless altar of injustice. One must crawl the hard paces of the
\ncourts of cruelty and evil before reaching that sanctum.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Their
\nte Deums (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\nstone was a keen edge of ruthless force
And glued with the
\nchilled blood from tortured breasts;
The dry gnarled trees stood
\nup like dying men
Stiffened into a pose of agony,
And from
\neach window peered an ominous priest
Chanting Te Deums for
\nslaughter\u2019s crowning grace,
Cities uprooted, blasted human
\nhomes,
Burned writhen bodies, the bombshell\u2019s massacre.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nentire atmosphere and setting is of ruthlessness, tortured agony and
\ndried-up life. High priests, in their temples of Doom, keep vigil and
\nchant gratitude to their dark god for his enabling grace at the
\nsuccessful completion of the unholy work that is on\u2014slaughter,
\ndevastation, burning and massacre.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Their
\nte Deums (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cOur
\nenemies are fallen, are fallen\u201d, they sang,
\u201cAll who once
\nstayed our will are smitten and dead;
How great we are, how
\nmerciful art Thou.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nthought they to reach God\u2019s impassive throne
And Him command
\nwhom all their acts opposed,
Magnifying their deeds to touch his
\nskies,
And make him an accomplice of their crimes. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nperpetrate crimes in the ways of Evil but seek to make God their
\naccomplice by rendering imposing thanksgiving services to Him. They
\ncongratulate themselves on their successes in brutally eliminating
\nall the elements that opposed their Will, exaggerate their own deeds
\nand seek to involve God in their misdoings by pretending to be
\nrecipients of His Grace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nDarkened God<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nno relenting pity could have place,
But ruthless strength and
\niron moods had sway,
A dateless sovereignty of terror and gloom:
\n
This took the figure of a darkened God
Revered by the racked
\nwretchedness he had made,
Who held in thrall a miserable world,
\n
And helpless hearts nailed to unceasing woe
Adored the feet
\nthat trampled them into mire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis world there is no quarter for pity. An unpitying, unyielding,
\noppressive strength dominates. Terror and gloom rule as of ancient
\nright. Theirs is a dark God who has created this world of misery, woe
\nand cruelty and who is adored and worshipped by the very victims of
\nhis wickedness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World
\nof Sorrow and Hate<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwas a world of sorrow and of hate,
Sorrow with hatred for its
\nlonely joy,
Hatred with others\u2019 sorrow as its feast;
A
\nbitter rictus curled the suffering mouth;
A tragic cruelty saw
\nits ominous chance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis a world where sorrow and hate are supreme, each feeling and vying
\nwith the other. Sorrow takes a peculiar joy in hating and hatred
\nfattens on the sorrow of others. Sorrow hardens these wretched
\ncreatures and gives a bitter twist to their expressions. In their
\npain and suffering they grow cruel and cruelty gets an opportunity to
\nflourish.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hate
\nthe Black Archangel<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHate
\nwas the black archangel of that realm;
It glowed, a sombre jewel
\nin the heart
Burning the soul with its malignant rays,
And
\nwallowed in its fell abysm of might. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nhighest Power of this world is black Hate. Hate is the most cherished
\nand guarded of possessions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTreasured
\nin the heart of beings, it burns up the soul with its evil and
\nglories in that horrid bottomless perversity of power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Even
\nObjects Exude Evil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\npassions even objects seemed to exude,\u2014
For mind overflowed
\ninto the inanimate
That answered with the wickedness it
\nreceived,\u2014
Against their users used malignant powers,
Hurt
\nwithout hands and strangely, suddenly slew,
Appointed as
\ninstruments of an unseen doom. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis not the beings alone of this world who indulge in these passions
\nof hate, cruelty, evil and the like. Even inanimate objects emanate
\nthese evil radiations. The wickedness flows from the mind into the
\ninanimate which then responds to every situation with like reactions.
\nThe objects harm their users with their evil powers and at unexpected
\nmoments, even slay them mysteriously. They act as agents of an
\novershadowing but invisible Doom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Evil
\nEnvironment Worsens Evil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nthey made themselves a fateful prison wall
Where men condemned
\nwake through the creeping hours
Counted by the tollings of an
\nominous bell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nevil environment worsened evil souls:
All things were conscious
\nthere and all perverse. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nthese objects hold the inhabitants of the prison world to obsession;
\nthey are helplessly enslaved with no prospect of relief, relentlessly
\nmoving to a consuming finale. The souls here are by nature evil; but
\nthe evil in the atmosphere makes them even worse. All things pulsate
\nwith a perverted consciousness that infects their users.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Plunge
\ninto Night<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis infernal realm he dared to press
Even into its deepest pit
\nand darkest core,
Perturbed its tenebrous base, dared to contest
\n
Its ancient privileged right and absolute force:
In Night he
\nplunged to know her dreadful heart,
In Hell he sought the root
\nand cause of Hell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nhas the daring to plunge even into such a forbidding dark realm, into
\nits very core, and question its right to exist and persist so
\npowerfully. Because of his luminous presence the foundation of this
\ndark world is agitated by the fear of being dissolved by the invading
\nLight. He delves into the nether depths in order to perceive and know
\nthe real nature, root and cause of this Hell and its secrecies.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Anguished
\nGulfs Open in his Breast<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nanguished gulfs opened in his own breast;
He listened to clamours
\nof its crowded pain,
The heart-beats of its fatal loneliness.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nwas a chill deaf eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nflow of life in this Hell is not something outside himself for
\nAswapathy to analyse and study. It becomes one with his own life and
\nhe feels the anguish of its depths in his own being; the call of its
\nmounting pain clamours in his ears and the throbs of its solitary
\nsuffering are heard by him. Eternity that looms above is aloof and
\nsilent; it does not seem to hear the wail of distress from below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Passage
\nof Doom<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nvague tremendous passages of Doom
He heard the goblin voice that
\nguides to slay,
And faced the enchantments of the demon Sign,
\n
And traversed the ambush of the opponent Snake. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nhis wary journey through vague but huge passages of this Doomland,
\nAswapathy hears mischievous voices that misguide to places of danger,
\nsees attractive signs that hide diabolic designs and crosses
\ntreacherous traps laid by the vile Enemy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Endures
\nAssaults and Bears Wounds<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nmenacing tracts, in tortured solitudes
Companionless he roamed
\nthrough desolate ways
Where the red Wolf waits by the fordless
\nstream
And Death\u2019s black eagles scream to the precipice,
And
\nmet the hounds of bale who hunt men\u2019s hearts
Baying across the
\nveldts of Destiny,
In footless battlefields of the Abyss
Fought
\nshadowy combats in mute eyeless depths,
Assaults of Hell endured
\nand Titan strokes
And bore the fierce inner wounds that are slow
\nto heal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nwalks through areas full of threatening danger; alone, he negotiates
\nthe deserted and exhausted barren tracts, passes the danger points
\nwhere the nether agents of Destruction, Death and Evil, lie waiting
\nfor their prey. He gives fight to the slippery forces of this abysmal
\nKingdom in battlefields on which it is difficult to get even a
\nfooting. He suffers their assaults and bears the inner wounds
\ninflicted by the powerful enemy\u2014wounds that heal much slower than
\nwounds external.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Poison
\nDraughts<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nprisoner of a hooded magic Force,
Captured and trailed in
\nFalsehood\u2019s lethal net
And often strangled in the noose of
\ngrief,
Or cast on the grim morass of swallowing doubt,
Or
\nshut into pits of error and despair,
He drank her poison draughts
\ntill none was left. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nexperiences to the full every kind of attack that the hosts of Hell
\ncan launch\u2014possession by the spell of illusion, entanglement in the
\nfine spread of falsehood, suffocation under the hold of grief,
\nexposure to endless doubt, envelopment by error and despair.He
\nexhausts the poison of the Night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ordeal
\nof Mali Er’s Denial<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na world where neither hope nor joy could come
The ordeal he
\nsuffered of evil\u2019s absolute reign,
Yet kept intact his spirit\u2019s
\nradiant truth. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIncapable
\nof motion or of force,
In Matter\u2019s blank denial gaoled and
\nblind,
Pinned to the black inertia of our base
He treasured
\nbetween his hands his flickering soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nsubjects himself to the ordeal of the supremacy of Evil in this world
\nwhere neither hope nor joy is possible. But through all the struggle
\nhe keeps unsullied and unreduced the luminous power of his soul. Held
\na prisoner in the total inertia, obscurity and negation of Matter, it
\nis extremely hard for him to guard his soul safe from threatened
\nextinction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mindless
\nVoid<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis
\nbeing ventured into mindless Void,
Intolerant gulfs that knew not
\nthought nor sense;
Thought ceased, sense failed, his soul still
\nsaw and knew. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nin the nether Void that opens before him there is no entry for sense
\nor thought; there is no mind at all. Both sense and thought fail to
\nfunction. However, Aswapathy is able to perceive and know with his
\nluminous soul. The soul does the work of both. Both sense and thought
\nprove to be dispensable instruments of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Atomic
\nParcellings<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\natomic parcellings of the Infinite
Near to the dumb beginnings of
\nlost Self,
He felt the curious small futility
Of the creation
\nof material things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nprobes deeper and deeper till he comes to the tiniest, microscopic
\nformations of the Infinite Spirit almost at the point of extinction,
\nwhich is also the starting point of creation. He begins to wonder, at
\nthis stage, very near dissolution, if there is any purpose at all in
\nmaterial creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
He
\nSounds the Mystery<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr,
\nstifled in the Inconscient\u2019s hollow dusk,
He sounded the
\nmystery dark and bottomless
Of the enormous and unmeaning deeps
\n
Whence struggling life in a dead universe rose. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nin the stark identity lost by mind
He felt the sealed sense of
\nthe insensible world
And a mute wisdom in the unknowing Night.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nfeels suffocated in the gaping depths of the Inconscient, but tries
\nto find the truth of these dark, huge and blank gulfs from whose womb
\nlife has arisen in this lifeless universe and struggles to maintain
\nitself. And there in that state of sheer identity that the mind
\ncannot attain, he becomes aware that behind the apparent
\ninsensibility of things there is a sense albeit veiled; within the
\nblack Inconscience there broods a Consciousness unexpressed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Into
\nAbysmal Secrecy<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto
\nthe abysmal secrecy he came
Where darkness peers from her
\nmattress, grey and nude
And stood on the last locked
\nsubconscient\u2019s floor
Where Being slept unconscious of its
\nthoughts
And built the world not knowing what it built. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\narrives at the very own chamber of Darkness and looks in from the
\nlast threshold of the Subconscient. Here the Being that has to evolve
\nin full consciousness and manifest the Spirit is in a dormant state,
\nnot yet awake to Thought; but its Power goes on to effectuate the
\nunderlying Will and build the universe even though it is not overtly
\nconscious of what it is doing and why.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret
\nKey of Nature’s Change<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwaiting its hour the future lay unknown,
There is the record of
\nthe vanished stars. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nin the slumber of the cosmic Will
He saw the secret key of
\nNature\u2019s change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA
\nlight was with him, an invisible hand
Was laid upon the error and
\nthe pain
Till it became a quivering ecstasy,
The shock of
\nsweetness of an arm\u2019s embrace. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis secrecy lies the future that is yet to unveil itself; here also
\nis the tablet-memory of the past that has disappeared from view. Here
\nis the Cosmic Will in trance holding the secret of the changing
\nmovement of Nature. All that Nature does is really directed by this
\nWill underlying the Creation. Aswapathy is able to perceive all this
\nas there is a light guiding and helping him to see. Then he beholds a
\nremarkable change in the scene. A veiled Hand is laid on the
\nprevailing error and pain and under its sweet impact they soon turn
\ninto a throbbing ecstasy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night
\nthe Eternal’s Veil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nsaw in Night the Eternal\u2019s shadowy veil,
Knew death for a
\ncellar of the house of life,
In destruction felt creation\u2019s
\nhasty pace,
Knew loss as the price of a celestial gain
And
\nhell as a short cut to heaven\u2019s gates. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe
\nsees not only the conversion of pain into ecstasy at the touch of the
\nSpirit. But he begins to see the truth of many of the other negative
\nopposites also. He perceives that dark Night is only a mask, a veil
\nassumed by the Luminous Eternal for working more effectively, death
\nonly a process in the making of newer and newer forms by life,
\ndestruction a rapid step in the movement of construction, loss a
\ncondition for making a higher gain since unless a loss is sustained
\nno fresh effect is called for to effect a gain which turns out to be
\nlarger than the past one, and even hell a near passage to the Kingdom
\nof Heaven for the purificatory result of suffering expedites the
\ntransmutation into a higher existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nature
\nExpunges her Mechanical Code<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nin Illusion\u2019s occult factory
And in the Inconscient\u2019s magic
\nprinting house
Torn were the formats of the primal Night
And
\nshattered the stereotypes of Ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAlive,
\nbreathing a deep spiritual breath,
Nature expunged her stiff
\nmechanical code
And the articles of the bound soul\u2019s contract,
\n
Falsehood gave back to Truth her tortured shape. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ntricks of Illusion, the mechanical issues of the Dark Inconscient and
\nthe models erected by Ignorance, are all cast aside. Animated by the
\nSpirit, Nature comes to life as it were, throws off her rigid
\nmechanical pattern and disregards the conditions that hold the soul
\ncaptive. Falsehood yields and only a suffering-worn form of Truth
\nremains.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Transfiguration<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnnulled
\nwere the tables of the law of pain,
And in their place grew
\nluminous characters. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nskilful Penman\u2019s unseen finger wrote
His swift intuitive
\ncalligraphy;
Earth\u2019s forms were made his divine documents,
The
\nwisdom embodied mind could not reveal,
Inconscience chased from
\nthe world\u2019s voiceless breast;
Transfigured were the fixed
\nschemes of reasoning Thought. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nrules of the law of pain are gradually displaced by those of light
\nand joy. The Creator-Spirit ushers in a new dispensation in which
\nthings of the earth are converted into heaven’s values, the wisdom
\nthat is beyond the scope of mind to hold is given form and made
\neffective, inconscience is thrust out from the muted world-being and
\nthe rigid patterns of reason-based thinking are transformed into
\nsuppler movements of the higher mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Name
\nInscribed on the Dim Heart<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArousing
\nconsciousness in things inert,
He imposed upon dark atom and dumb
\nmass
The diamond script of the Imperishable,
Inscribed on the
\ndim heart of fallen things
A paean-song of the free Infinite
And
\nthe Name, foundation of eternity, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthings hitherto inert and asleep, a consciousness is awakened. On the
\ntiniest formulation of the dark Inconscient, as on the mute extended
\nformations, the message of the Eternal is stamped. The obscured heart
\nof the fallen creation is given wings of aspiration to soar into the
\nfreedom of the Infinite Spirit and the power of the Name of the
\nEternal is planted in it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nName is a charge of the stress of the Spirit embodied in the Form to
\nwhich it relates and hence it is a vibrant evocator of the truth it
\ndesignates.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lyric
\nof Love Traced on the Cells<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\ntraced on the awake exultant cells
In the ideographs of the
\nIneffable
The lyric of the love that waits through Time
And
\nthe mystic volume of the Book of Bliss
And the message of the
\nsuperconscient Fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nawakened vibrant cells are charged with the embryonic stirrings of
\nthe Divine Love that is to manifest in the fullness of Time, of the
\nDivine Bliss that is the origin and the goal of all, of the Luminous
\nSpirit on the summits above that beckons the creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hell
\nSplits<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nLife beat pure in the corporeal frame;
The infernal Gleam died
\nand could slay no more. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHell
\nsplit across its huge abrupt fa\u00e7ade
As if a magic building were
\nundone,
Night opened and vanished like a gulf of dream. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nis life able to begin its true and pure movements in its physical
\nembodiment. The interfering and deforming element from Darkness and
\nFalsehood is no more in a position to vitiate and pull down. The
\nimposing edifice of Hell cracks asunder. Night is no more; it has
\nvanished like an evil dream.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter
\nAnd Spirit Become One<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto
\nbeing\u2019s gap scooped out as empty Space
In which she has filled
\nthe place of absent God,
There poured a wide intimate and
\nblissful Dawn,
Healed were all things that Time\u2019s torn heart
\nhad made
And sorrow could live no more in Nature\u2019s breast:
\n
Division ceased to be, for God was there. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsoul lit the conscious body with its ray,
Matter and Spirit
\nmingled and were one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe Being’s space purged of Evil and Night there occurs a downpour of
\nvast Bliss and Light. All the wounds are healed. Sorrow has no more
\nplace to live. The Oneness of God being manifest, there is no more
\nroom for division. The body becomes conscious and is illumined with
\nthe light of the indwelling soul. The gulf between Matter and Spirit
\nis at last healed; both fuse together and become one. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
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