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Illumination is not a mere abstraction. It is not an eventual isolation
of self from the world. Rather it is a synthesising of all our
faculties and powers so that we can derive the utmost from our mortal
span here on Earth. For example, it
provides a clarity of vision with regard to phenomena, the experiences
of life. The self perceives an added significance in all the
experiences in and around it. The infinity of illumination is a
penetration of the natural world to a greater depth in one direction
while at the same time penetrating the Cosmic in another direction. Yet
these to directions are like lines curved to meet. Thus they form a
whole, or circle, of more complete living.
MENTAL ALCHEMY By Ralph M. Lewis F.R.C.
MENTAL ALCHEMY By Ralph M. Lewis F.R.C.
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Sunday, 8 July 2012
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Evening Star
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
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