From dalval14@earthlink.net Wed May 01 05:37:13 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 1 May 2002 12:37:12 -0000 Received: (qmail 50774 invoked from network); 1 May 2002 12:37:12 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2002 12:37:12 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.123) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2002 12:37:12 -0000 Received: from pool0401.cvx11-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.189.146] helo=earthlink) by swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 172tM4-00031h-00; Wed, 01 May 2002 05:37:08 -0700 To: "AA-B-Study" Subject: RE: Esoteric -- Controling the MIND -- Learning Date: Wed, 1 May 2002 05:36:03 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 In-Reply-To: From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Wednesday, May 01, 2002 Re: A process of Self-education and Self-control. Dear Georg, and Friends: Your outline of developing attention is a good one. May I ask you to look over the following and see if I got it correctly? Most of us have a mind ruled by desire and it flies away from a subject often to others that amuse it. If one desires to study anything one has to become "one pointed." This is what you appear to say. Now I ask why should one become "one pointed?" I think that we can say: This leads to motive. It also, if applied as you suggest, leads to a greater control over the desire principle we all have. How are we to recognize the "desire principles" as something separate and distinct from the "Mind ?" I then said to myself: Let us look at what has been said. 1st There is the "I" -- myself. [ Is it not the Perceiver and the Witness that is always the same in us? ] 2nd There is "my mind." [ It is something I can direct and use. it also has executive powers and seems at tomes to be able to overwhelm the directions of the inner Self. ] 3rd WE select the exercise: "I want to become the controller of the Mind. I want to make it a good tool." "I want to be able to do this when I decide to do so." This is a decision we make voluntarily and positively. 4th If my "Mind" can be made one pointed for as long as I decide, then the quality or faculty of being "one pointed," is a quality (or an aspect) of the mind. You indicate by your exercise that you employ your WILL (decision making faculty) as a method superior to the mind faculties, to shape and sharpen it. The Will seems to be used by the INNER SELF -- which is the Real Man in my esteem. 4th There are my "desires and inclinations" ( which in this case serve as distractions ). They draw the mind away from our decision to make it ONE POINTED. 5th I live in a physical body, and I can cause it to go to the field as you suggest and to a designated area for the process you suggest: It suggests to me that the body is another of my "tools." [ I find I have : MY SELF, my Mind, my Desires and my Body. ] 1. To study the selected area. Its situation in regard to the rest of the land, its inhabitants: animal, vegetable, mineral. [ The cooperation that seems to exist between this are selected and the rest of Nature around it. The inter-relation of various things in the selected area is important. These observations ought to evoke a grasp of some of the laws of Nature and of that selected area. You then suggest my meditation on ourselves we might see parallels between that and our own constitution. ] 2. To study and control the mind and other faculties I have which might be involved in this process. [ To grasp at some of the analogies between ourselves and our faculties and those of Nature around us. ] 6th The body I live in, is then a tool which enables "ME," "MY Mind," and "My Desires," to function. It has its own life and methods of maintaining itself. I do not have to exercise moment to moment control over breathing, the heart-beat, digestion, etc... etc... I does so automatically. I might even go so far as to say that I am a tenant living in my own physical body. For some it is difficult to make these distinctions. I find an ancient Indian Sage: PATANJALI wrote in great detail about this in his "Yoga Aphorisms." There is a translation by Mr. W. Q. Judge available from Theosophical publishers or from Blavatsky. Net . In this treatise he amplifies some of the potentials to be considered when one desires to control one's Mind. Best wishes, Dallas ======================= Dallas -----Original Message----- From: Georg Sent: Saturday, April 27, 2002 To: Subject: Esoteric Hello, I was flipping through some of these postings, and something inside said to click a line or two on esoteric things. In a nut shell, what is "esoteric" is the aspects of OURSELVES that we know nothing about. It is completely useless to seek answeres to the Mysteries outside of OURSELVES. Like Dallas recently pointed out in a lot of detail; first we have to KNOW OUR SELF. Once this is accomplished, the illusions we create with our senses, these can now be understood. It is all fun trying to unravel so-called secret messages and meanings from text and stuff; but if one is honest with ONESELF, what could one really hope for from such effort? Here is a neat little exercise: Take four and one half yards of tape, four stakes, a pitcher of lemonaid, a large tumbler with ice, a diaper pin, and a hat; and head out to a quiet field. Plant the stakes in the ground one yard apart from eachother and wrap the tape outside of these pegs. A square should be there. Now get inside of this taped off area. Spend as many hours as you can bear inside this area. Study it well. Do you think it is possible to ever know everything about this area inside this square? Okay now. Go back again the next day, and sit inside this square. And go into meditation mode. Seek to know what is really YOU. Study yourself well; for the same amount of time you spent studying the ground yesterday. Now the next day, go back again, and study the ground again. And the day after, go back and study self. Keep alternating until something happens. I will not tell you what that 'something' will be; this you need to experience for yourself. If you want to get fancy about it, start your adventure on a new moon day, and stick to it for 28 or so days. I promise you, something will happen. And it will be ESOTERIC. GRC From dalval14@earthlink.net Wed May 01 05:38:08 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 1 May 2002 12:38:08 -0000 Received: (qmail 92428 invoked from network); 1 May 2002 12:38:08 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2002 12:38:08 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.123) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2002 12:38:08 -0000 Received: from pool0401.cvx11-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.189.146] helo=earthlink) by swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 172tN0-00031h-00; Wed, 01 May 2002 05:38:06 -0700 To: "Theosophy Study List" Subject: RE: Know Thy Self Date: Wed, 1 May 2002 05:37:07 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 In-Reply-To: From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Wednesday, May 01, 2002 Dear Georg How can the PERCEIVER which is UNMODIFIED be anything else but the ETERNAL SELF -- there Witness who exists but to help and serve all others ? If so then It is not evanescent, nor is it perishable as a "maya" (illusion) might be in the course of time. It is beginning less and endless -- duration is its field. It alone sees all and knows all. Yet in theosophy it is plainly stated that nothing DIES in its essence -- in its SPIRITUAL NATURE. Then why the periods of "manifestation" unless through that process the SELF the ONE LEARNS TO PERCEIVE AND KNOW ITSELF? look up S D II p. 176 top: "Desire first arose in IT that was the primal germ of Mind, and which Sages seeing in their Heart with their intellect discovered to be the bond that links Existence with Non-Existence, Being with Non-Being. " Something to meditate on. Best wishes, Dal Dallas -----Original Message----- From: G. C Sent: Sunday, April 28, 2002 11:27 AM To: T Subject: Re: Know Thy Self Ah! Your giving them the answeres already. True. There is no "Self". We are all the same illusion. We are all just one great big single thought. This joke of us living as independent critters is simply a property (side effect) of this THOUGHT. However, without "us" and every other property of this thought playing the game, this Thought would be Naught. (Now is where it gets weird, since this Naught Thought already done its thing, it really can not become again Naught completely. It is stuck as an "IS". ESTABLISHED!) To go on more is hardly profitable. But it is good clean fun. Georg From dalval14@earthlink.net Wed May 01 05:38:39 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 1 May 2002 12:38:39 -0000 Received: (qmail 50906 invoked from network); 1 May 2002 12:38:39 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2002 12:38:39 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.123) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2002 12:38:39 -0000 Received: from pool0401.cvx11-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.189.146] helo=earthlink) by swan.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 172tNS-00031h-00; Wed, 01 May 2002 05:38:34 -0700 To: "AA-B-Study" Subject: RE: Theos-World Law of Large Numbers Date: Wed, 1 May 2002 05:37:33 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 In-Reply-To: <20020428040451.46475.qmail@web13402.mail.yahoo.com> From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Wednesday, May 01, 2002 Dear Mic: What you write makes me recall FRACTILES. Do you by any chance have a Web-site where we can download a view of the fractiles available ? Imagine if you will not only how large numbers end to uniformity and harmony, but that this is done without neglecting any of the components --who by laws and LAW are given the place relevant to their needs. I am reminded of that passage taken from an ancient OCCULT CATECHISM ( S D I 289 ) that there is no a finger's breadth of void pace in the whole universe (and that was said before "dark matter" or "black holes" were discovered. Some of those old statements that H P B quoted have a lot of value. To me, it goes to show that Theosophical ideas are indeed most ancient and reasonable. We are doing our best to rediscover and prove their validity. Best wishes, Dallas -----Original Message----- From: Mic F Sent: Saturday, April 27, 2002 9:05 PM To: t Subject: Law of Large Numbers The law of large numbers is an absolutely wonderful concept. It plays on the fundamental ideas of reality: is what we perceive to be real merely a phenomena consisting of a large number of sub-phenomena that are independent of the phenomena they are creating but, simultaneously, absolutely fundamental to it? Much like the sun appears as a perfect circle although in reality it consists of many irregularities and perturbations. The law of large numbers states that the sum of all these irregularities produces regularity. Now over and above this simple conceptualisation consider the universe as a whole. It consists of a large number of galaxies, nebulae and other matter. If one could step outside of the universe at a distance where the whole can be viewed without considerable obstruction, would one be viewing a discernable shape or some form of embodiment? Perhaps an entity, as distinct as what we perceive an individual human being to be, is what the universe is. We are merely like a atom in an organism to this super universe-sized entity. And, if our universe is such an entity, then are there other similar entities that it interacts with? Further, are these merely a clog in another entity that is something much larger still than a universe? As Annie Besant stated: 'as above, so below'. Given such a statement, and the law of large numbers, there is no reason to believe otherwise that everything that exists is merely an irregularity that interacts with other irregularities to create regularity. mic __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.yahoo.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From micforster@yahoo.com Thu May 02 00:58:03 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: micforster@yahoo.com X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 2 May 2002 07:58:03 -0000 Received: (qmail 6056 invoked from network); 2 May 2002 07:58:02 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m11.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 2 May 2002 07:58:02 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO web13405.mail.yahoo.com) (216.136.175.63) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 2 May 2002 07:58:02 -0000 Message-ID: <20020502075802.11426.qmail@web13405.mail.yahoo.com> Received: from [63.60.238.58] by web13405.mail.yahoo.com via HTTP; Thu, 02 May 2002 00:58:02 PDT Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 00:58:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: Theos-World Law of Large Numbers To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii From: Mic Forster X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=33972888 X-Yahoo-Profile: micforster > > Do you by any chance have a Web-site where we can > download a view > of the fractiles available ? > Sorry Dallas but I must have missed something here __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.yahoo.com From dalval14@earthlink.net Thu May 02 17:12:31 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 00:12:30 -0000 Received: (qmail 77593 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 00:12:30 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 00:12:30 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO avocet.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.50) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 00:12:30 -0000 Received: from pool0383.cvx26-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.179.223.128] helo=earthlink) by avocet.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 173QeO-0003HI-00; Thu, 02 May 2002 17:10:16 -0700 To: "AA-Dal" Subject: Elementals and the Earth Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 17:08:51 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Thursday, May 02, 2002 Dear Friends: I send here an interesting story concerning the theosophical view of the elemental forces that work around us and in particular those concerned with the earth. It might be interesting to see if there are any comments or questions that could be brought forward on this. ============================== THE SKIN OF THE EARTH A tale by W. Q. Judge The cold materialism of th 19th century paralyzes sentiment and kills mysticism. Thus it commits a double crime, in robbing man and preventing many classes of sentient beings from progressing up the ladder that leads from earth to heaven. So in telling these tales I feel sheltered behind the shield of the editors of the magazine for which I write, for, were I to be known as believing that any beings whatever other than man are affected by the mental negations of the century, my life would soon become a burden. This age is so full of ignorance that it sees not and cares nothing for the groans that are rolling among the caverns of mother earth fathoms deep below its surface. Nor will it care until its contempt for what it calls superstition shall have caused its ruin, and then--another age will have risen and other men have come. It was not so in our Sacred Island cycles ago. Then what we call superstition was knowledge that has now been replaced by impudent scorn for aught save the empiric classification of a few facts; a heritage of glory given up for a mere statement of the limits of our ignorance. But I will plunge into the past and forget the present jour. Seven months had rolled away since the time when, standing in the picture gallery, I had seen the simulacrum of a dear friend blacken and disappear, and now on the morning of the day when I was to pass by the mountain of the diamond, the news was brought to me how he had fallen faithless to his trust, overcome by vanity with its dark companion, doubt. So, at the appointed hour, I waited for the messenger. Once again the white moonbeams shone into the room and, revealing the monthly dial curiously wrought into the floor and walls by a chemical art that allowed nothing to be revealed save by moonlight after the 14th day of her course, told me in a language pale and cold that this was the 17th day. I stood and watched the dial, fascinated by the symbols that crept out with the silvery light, although for years I had seen the same thing every month. But now as I looked some new combination of our ancient magic was revealed. Every now and then clouds seemed to roll across the floor, while on them rested the earth itself. This I had never seen before. Seven times it rolled by, and then I felt next t me the silent messenger. Turning I saw him just as he stood when he called me to the gallery, "Do you know this picture?" said he. "No. All is dark to me." "It is the sign that you are to come to the earth's hall beyond the gallery. Look again closely at that rolling ball upon the clouds, and tell me what you see." These words seemed to float not from the man's lips, but from all about him, as it the air was full of sound. But observing the direction I gazed at the picture and saw that the surface of the mystic globe was moving, and then that myriads of small creatures were coming through it. "It is time" said the sounds from all about the impassive being. "That is the signal. We will go." And he turned away. I followed while he led me up to the building and through the gallery of tell-tale pictures where still in the silence the faces changed and the soft music sounded. I would have lingered there to see those magic pictures, but a cord seemed to draw me after my guide. As we approached the other end of the gallery soothing was visible to the eye save a blank wall, but the messenger passed through it an disappeared. Afraid to stop, unable to resist the drawing of the invisible cord, I walked against the wall. One short moment of suspense and with my breath held I had passed through; it was but a cloud, or a vapor--and I was on the other side. Turing, expecting to still see though that immaterial wall, I found it was impervious to the sight and then the cord that drew me slackened, for my guide had stopped. Stepping up to the wall, my outstretched fingers went through it, or rather disappeared within it, for they felt no sensation. Then the messenger's voice said. "Such is the skin of the Earth to those who live below it." With these words he walked on again through a door in a large room into which I followed. Here a faint but oppressive smell of earth filled all the space, and, standing just inside the door-way now closed by a noiselessly moving door, I saw the whole place save where we stood was moving, as if the great globe were here seen revolving upon its axis and all its motions felt. As I gazed the surface of the revolving mass was seen to be covered with circling hosts of small creatures whose movements caused the revolutions, and all at once it seemed as it the moving body became transparent, and within was filled with the same creatures. They were constantly coming from the surface and moving to the center along well-defined paths. Here was the whole globe represented in forcible miniature , and these creatures within and upon it of their own nature moved it, guided by some mysterious Being whose presence was only revealed by beams of light. Nor could the others see him, but his silent directions were carried out. These little beings were of every color and form; some wore an appearance similar to that of man himself, others appeared like star blossoms of the sea, their pure tints waxing and waning as they throbbed with an interior pulse of light. Whatever their shapes, these seemed evanescent, translucent, and easily dissipated; in their real essence the creatures were centers of energy, a nucleolus around which light condensed, now if this form, now in that, with constant progression of type and form. Some were swift and [more] harmonious in their movements than others, and these I understood were the more progressed in the scale of Being. Such had a larger orbit, and satellites circled about them. Of such systems the place was full, and all owed obedience to the subtle and interior Power which I could not discern. Each system existed for the service of all the rest; each; each complemented and sustained the others as they swept onward in a harmony that was labor and love. Their object seemed twofold: they assisted in maintaining the revolutions of the earth upon its axis and in guiding it in its orbit. They also grew through the ever-increasing swiftness of their own motions into greater splendor and brightness, approaching greater intelligence, coming ever nearer to self-conscious reason and love, and, as they grew, stimulated the latent spark in the metals and all the underworld growth as the lambent touch of flame awakens flame. Guided by the Unseen Power and in their automatic obedience (for to obey was their nature), there were some who, by the greatness of their own momentum and the ferment of new forces attracted and gathering about them, seemed upon the point of bursting into some fuller expression, some higher state of intelligence and life but they were withheld by something that was not the Power guiding them. Looking closer I saw that an antagonistic influence was at work in the place. The orbit of many of those docile and beautiful creatures included a passage to and fro the mystic wall. Their duties were upon the earth as well as beneath it surface; faithful fulfillment of these functions comprised an evolution into higher service and a higher form. The malign influence often prevented this. It seemed like a dark mist full of noxious vapor that deadened while it chilled. As the clouds rolled into the hall their wreaths assumed now this shape and now that, changeful and lurid suggestions of hatred, lust and pride. Many of the creatures coming in contact with these had that influence stamped upon their sensitive spheres giving them the horrid likeness which they were powerless to shake off, thus becoming servants of the baleful mist itself with altered and discordant motions. Others were paralyzed with the chill contact. Others were so taxed to make up for the partial suspension of their fellows' activity that their work was unsteady and their orbital revolutions checked. But still the hole throng swung on like some splendid creation, paling, glowing, throbbing, pausing, a huge iridescent heart scintillating, singing through the gloom. Here the mist was beaten back by greater efforts that jarred the harmony; there it gathered, condensed, and in its vile embrace swept in bright systems, stifling their motions, then leaving them. And all through this strange picture and wonderful battle I could see the dim cloud-like shapes of cities inhabited by the men of the globe. In my mind the query rose, "Why do the earth's cities look like dreams?" And there upon the wall flashed out this sentence, while its meaning sounded in every letter: "When you are being shown the elemental beings, the men of your earth and their cities appear as clouds because it is not to them that your mind is directed. Look yet again!" I saw that the evil mist had gathered strength in one part of the place, and had destroyed the harmony and swiftness of so many of the little beings that the great circling globe was moving off its axis, circling more and more. So I knew that upon whatever earth this happened great changes would occur, and that in the path of the mist there would sweep over man epidemics of disease and crime. Horrified at such impending calamities, I sought for an answer and looked towards my guide. As I did so he disappeared, and upon the wall his voice seemed to paint itself in living letters that themselves gave out a sound. "It is the thoughts of men." I hid my face, appalled at owning such a heritage, and when I looked again great jets spurted through the Skin of the Earth, thoughts spouting and pouring out in miasmic streams. I would have asked more, but again from some vast distance came the tones of the deep bronze bell; as shower of earth's blossoms fell abut me; I had passed the wall; my guide was gone; and I was alone in my own room reflecting on what I has seen.. Bryan Kinnavan ( W. Q. Judge) PATH, October 1889 =================================================== Best wishes as always, Dallas From compiler@wisdomworld.org Thu May 02 17:47:44 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: compiler@wisdomworld.org X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 00:47:47 -0000 Received: (qmail 18643 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 00:47:46 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m9.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 00:47:46 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mtaout03) (24.153.64.2) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 00:47:43 -0000 Received: from wisdomworld.org (pcp01836542pcs.owngsm01.md.comcast.net [68.32.55.36]) by mtaout03.icomcast.net (iPlanet Messaging Server 5.1 HotFix 0.3 (built Apr 8 2002)) with ESMTP id <0GVI002XTFJJ9R@mtaout03.icomcast.net> for theos-talk@yahoogroups.com; Thu, 02 May 2002 20:47:43 -0400 (EDT) Date: Thu, 02 May 2002 20:46:16 -0500 Subject: "WORD PUZZLES" ("THEOSOPHY") (Part 29 of 29) [Conclusion] To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Message-id: <3CD1EBE8.6D5C9752@wisdomworld.org> MIME-version: 1.0 X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.72 (Macintosh; I; PPC) X-Accept-Language: en From: Compiler X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=46028585 X-Yahoo-Profile: SeriousFoodForThought Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The 6 articles from THEOSOPHY magazine that are listed below are the latest ones to have been scanned, proofread, and added to my WisdomWorld.org web site. They weren't in my last posting to this forum concerning new material (8 days ago). The title of the article used in the above subject heading is the most recent one that was finished. I just finished this series (and started doing the one listed just below it). It's found listed in the lower portion of the "Additional" articles Index page: in the "Various Series & Groupings of Articles" section. * WORD PUZZLES (29-part series): [Note: The first 24 parts were in the last six postings about this here.] * Part 25 (Reincarnation) * Thoughts on Karma and Reincarnation [This article is also in Part 25] * Part 26 (Psychology) * Part 27 (Progress) * Part 28 (Radical) * Part 29 (Theosophy) [Note: This article concludes the series.] (This is the Index page that the entire series is in): http://www.wisdomworld.org/additional/WordPuzzles-Series/index.html I'm now working on this series, which is in the "Christianity in the 'Light of Theosophy'" section of the "Additional" articles Index page: * THE ANATHEMAS AGAINST ORIGEN (5-part series): (This is the Index page that the entire series is in): http://www.wisdomworld.org/additional/TheAnathemasAgainstOrigenSeries/index.html [Technical note: If any of the long links are broken, the link to the "Additional" articles index page is found below.] John DeSantis (Compiler) ------- You may find a great deal of the Truth that you are searching for here: WisdomWorld.org web site (Main Page): http://www.wisdomworld.org/ This is the Index page of the "Introductory", "Setting the Stage" book, which was especially compiled for newcomers to Theosophy: http://www.wisdomworld.org/setting.html The page where "Additional" articles are slowly being added: http://www.wisdomworld.org/additional/index.html PUBLIC & PRIVATE ENTERPRISE: This next link is to the most updated version of my economic-project proposal to humanity, a practical project to help our suffering humanity that I also consider to be Theosophical. In it you will find a new and unique, but mostly unknown, economic system model that might be able to put an end to involuntary poverty on earth. How? It presents a way to fully finance everything of importance that is needed in every nation. Because of this it's well worth pointing to. 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Health - your guide to health and wellness http://health.yahoo.com From dalval14@earthlink.net Fri May 03 05:41:35 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 12:41:35 -0000 Received: (qmail 8736 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 12:41:35 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m12.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 12:41:35 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO falcon.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.74) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 12:41:35 -0000 Received: from pool0098.cvx11-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.188.98] helo=earthlink) by falcon.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 173cJM-0003LX-00; Fri, 03 May 2002 05:37:20 -0700 To: "AA-Dal" Subject: H P B SPEAKS ---- HISTORY AND MOTIVATON Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 05:35:28 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 May 2, 2002 Dear Friends: As the important date of WHITE LOTUS DAY approaches, we look back at the work and help; that H.P.Blavatsky has given to us. Here are some of her most poignant words: Best wishes, Dallas =============================== THEOSOPHY and HPB HPB said (or wrote) : "H.P.B. is loyal to death to the Theosophical CAUSE, and those great Teachers whose philosophy can alone bind the whole of Humanity into one Brotherhood. Together with Col. Olcott, she is the chief Founder and Builder of the Society which was and is meant to represent that CAUSE... Therefore the degree of her sympathies with the "Theosophical Society..." depends upon the degree of the loyalty of that Society to the CAUSE. Let it break away from the original lines and show disloyalty in its policy to the CAUSE and the original programme of the Society, and H.P.B., calling the T. S. disloyal, will shake it off like dust from her feet...at the first sign of their disloyalty to the CAUSE--it is I who will have resigned my office of Corresponding Secretary for life and left the Society. This will not prevent me from remaining at the head of those--who will follow me. " [ A PUZZLE FROM ADYAR, HPB -- HPB Articles I p. 219, 222 ] "One of the chief factors in the reawakening of Aryavarta which has been part of the work of the Theosophical Society, was the ideal of the Masters. But owing to want of judgment, discretion, and discrimination, and the liberties taken with Their names and Personalities, great misconception arose concerning Them. I was under the most solemn oath and pledge never to reveal the whole truth to anyone... All that I was then permitted to reveal was, that there existed somewhere such great men; that some of Them were Hindus; that They were learned as none others in all the ancient wisdom of Gupta Vidya, and had acquired all the Siddhis; not as these are represented in tradition and the "blinds" of ancient writings, but as they are in fact and nature; and also that I was a Chela of one of Them. However, in the fancy of some Hindus, the most wild and ridiculous fancies soon grew up concerning Them. They were referred to as "Mahatmas" and still some too enthusiastic friends belittled Them with their strange fancy-pictures; our opponents, describing a Mahatma as a full Jivanmukta, urged that, as such, He was debarred from holding any communication whatsoever with persons living in the world. They also maintained that as this is the Kali Yuga, it was impossible that there could be any Mahatmas at all in our age." [HPB WHY I DO NOT RETURN TO INDIA, HPB Articles I p. 107 ] " These early misconceptions notwithstanding, the idea of the Masters, and belief in Them, has already brought its good fruit in India. Their chief desire was to preserve the true religious and philosophical spirit of ancient India; to defend the Ancient Wisdom contained in its Darshanas and Upanishads against the systematic assaults of the missionaries; and finally to reawaken the dormant ethical and patriotic spirit in those youths in whom it had almost disappeared owing to college education. Much of this has been achieved by and through the Theosophical Society, in spite of all its mistakes and imperfections. Had it not been for Theosophy, would India have had her Tukaram Tatya doing now the priceless work he does, and which no one in India ever thought of doing before him? Without the Theosophical Society, would India have ever thought of wrenching from the hands of learned but unspiritual Orientalists the duty of reviving, translating and editing the Sacred Books of the East, of popularizing and selling them at a far cheaper rate, and at the same time in a far more correct form than had ever been done at Oxford? Would our respected and devoted brother Tukaram Tatya himself have ever thought of doing so, had he not joined the Theosophical Society? Would your political Congress itself have even been a possibility, without the Theosophical Society? Most important of all, one at least among you has fully benefited by it; and if the Society had never given to India but that one future Adept (Damodar) who has now the prospect of becoming one day a Mahatma, Kali Yuga notwithstanding, that alone would be proof that it was not founded at New York and transplanted to India in vain. Finally, if any one among the three hundred millions of India can demonstrate, proof in hand, that Theosophy, the T.S., or even my humble self, have been the means of doing the slightest harm, either to the country or any Hindu, that the Founders have been guilty of teaching pernicious doctrines, or offering bad advice--then and then only, can it be imputed to me as a crime that I have brought forward the ideal of the Masters and founded the Theosophical Society. Aye, my good and never-to-be-forgotten Hindu Brothers, the name alone of the holy Masters, which was at one time invoked with prayers for Their blessings, from one end of India to the other--Their name alone has wrought a mighty change for the better in your land. It is not to Colonel Olcott or to myself that you owe anything, but verily to these names, which, but a few years ago, had become a household word in your mouths. Thus it was that, so long as I remained at Adyar, things went on smoothly enough, because one or other of the Masters was almost constantly present among us, and their spirit ever protected the Theosophical Society from real harm. But in 1884, Colonel Olcott and myself left for a visit to Europe, and while we were away the Padri-Coulomb "thunderbolt" descended. I returned in November, and was taken most dangerously ill. It was during that time and Colonel Olcott's absence in Burma, that the seeds of all future strifes, and--let me say at once--disintegration of the Theosophical Society, were planted by our enemies. What with the Patterson-Coulomb-Hodgson conspiracy, and the faint-heartedness of the chief Theosophists, that the Society did not then and there collapse should be sufficient proof of how it was protected. Shaken in their belief, the faint-hearted began to ask: "Why, if the Masters are genuine Mahatmas, have They allowed such things to take place, or why have They not used Their powers to destroy this plot or that conspiracy, or even this or that man and woman?" Yet it had been explained numberless times that no Adept of the Right Path will interfere with the just workings of Karma. Not even the greatest of Yogis can divert the progress of Karma, or arrest the natural results of actions for more than a short period, and even in that case, these results will only reassert themselves later with even tenfold force, for such is the occult law of Karma and the Nidanas." [ Idem. I p. 108-9 ] "Acting under the Master's orders I began a new movement in the West on the original lines; I founded Lucifer, and the Lodge which bears my name. Recognizing the splendid work done at Adyar by Colonel Olcott and others to carry out the second of the three objects of the T.S., viz., to promote the study of Oriental Literature, I was determined to carry out here the two others. All know with what success this had been attended. Twice Colonel Olcott was asked to come over, and then I learned that I was once more wanted in India --at any rate by some. But the invitation came too late; neither would my doctor permit it, nor can I, if I would be true to my life-pledge and vows, now live at the Headquarters from which the Masters and Their spirit are virtually banished. The presence of Their portraits will not help; They are a dead letter. The truth is that I can never return to India in any other capacity than as Their faithful agent. And as, unless They appear among the Council in propria persona (which They will certainly never do now), no advice of mine on occult lines seems likely to be accepted, as the fact of my relations with the Masters is doubted, even totally denied by some; and I myself having no right to the Headquarters, what reason is there, therefore, for me to live at Adyar? The fact is this: In my position, half-measures are worse than none. People have either to believe entirely in me, or to honestly disbelieve. No one, no Theosophist, is compelled to believe, but it is worse than useless for people to ask me to help them, if they do not believe in me. Here in Europe and America are many who have never flinched in their devotion to Theosophy; consequently the spread of Theosophy and of the T.S., in the West, during the last three years, has been extraordinary. The chief reason for this is that I was enabled and encouraged by the devotion of an ever-increasing number of members to the Cause and to Those who guide it, to establish an Esoteric Section, in which I can teach something of what I have learned to those who have confidence in me, and who prove this confidence by their disinterested work for Theosophy and the T.S. For the future, then, it is my intention to devote my life and energy to the E.S., and to the teaching of those whose confidence I retain. It is useless that I should use the little time I have before me to justify myself before those who do not feel sure about the real existence of the Masters, only because, misunderstanding me, it therefore suits them to suspect me. And let me say at once, to avoid misconception, that my only reason for accepting the exoteric direction of European affairs, was to save those who really have Theosophy at heart and work for it and the Society, from being hampered by those who not only do not care for Theosophy, as laid out by the Masters, but are entirely working against both, endeavouring to undermine and counteract the influence of the good work done, both by open denial of the existence of the Masters, by declared and bitter hostility to myself, and also by joining forces with the most desperate enemies of our Society. Half-measures, I repeat, are no longer possible. Either I have stated the truth as I know it about the Masters, and teach what I have been taught by them, or I have invented both Them and the Esoteric Philosophy. There are those among the Esotericists of the inner group who say that if I have done the latter, then I must myself be a "Master." However it may be, there is no alternative to this dilemma. The only claim, therefore, which India could ever have upon me would be strong only in proportion to the activity of the Fellows there for Theosophy and their loyalty to the Masters. You should not need my presence among you to convince you of the truth of Theosophy, any more than your American brothers need it. A conviction that wanes when any particular personality is absent is no conviction at all. Know, moreover, that any further proof and teaching I can give only to the Esoteric Section, and this for the following reason: its members are the only ones whom I have the right to expel for open disloyalty to their pledge (not to me, H.P.B., but to their Higher Self and the Mahatmic aspect of the Masters), a privilege 1 cannot exercise with F.T.S.'s at large, yet one which is the only means of cutting off a diseased limb from the healthy body of the Tree, and thus save it from infection. I can care only for those who cannot be swayed by every breath of calumny, and every sneer, suspicion, or criticism, whoever it may emanate from. Thenceforth let it be clearly understood that the rest of my life is devoted only to those who believe in the Masters, and are willing to work for Theosophy as They understand it, and for the T.S. on the lines upon which They originally established it. If, then, my Hindu brothers really and earnestly desire to bring about the regeneration of India, if they wish to ever bring back the days when the Masters, in the ages of India's ancient glory, came freely among them, guiding and teaching the people; then let them cast aside all fear and hesitation, and turn a new leaf in the history of the Theosophical Movement. Let them bravely rally around the President-Founder, whether I am in India or not, as around those few true Theosophists who have remained loyal throughout, and bid defiance to all calumniators and ambitious malcontents--both without and within the Theosophical Society." [ H P B Articles I pp. 112 -114 ] ================================================= SHE BEING DEAD YET SPEAKETH Statements made by H. P. Blavatsky. [In the will of the late H. P. Blavatsky was made the request that her friends should assemble on the anniversary of her death and read passages from the Bhagavad-Gita and the Light of Asia. This was accordingly done on May 8th, in Adyar, London, New York, and other places. In New York, among other interesting items reported at the time, Mrs. J. Campbell Keightley read, after a few introductory remarks, extracts from the private letters of H.P.B. In response to many requests we print these as follows. The remarks, being extemporaneous, are quoted from memory.] ......... In regard to Mme. Blavatsky, the world, to use a phrase of Charles Lamb, was "the victim of imperfect sympathies." It failed to know her; that failure was its own great loss. Among the many accusations flung at her was one which, at the last ditch, it never failed to make; it said that Mme. Blavatsky had no Moral Ideal. This was false. She had this ideal; she had also the Eastern reverence for an ideal--a reverence to the Western world unknown. We might hence expect to find her teaching that Ideal to a great extent under the privacy of a pledge, and there are indications of this in all that has been published concerning the Esoteric School. That her ideal was ever present to her mind and heart these extracts from private letters to her friends will show. Her main teachings can be reduced to the following propositions: That Morals have a basis in Law and in fact. That Moral Law is Natural Law. That Evolution makes for Righteousness. That the "fundamental identity of all souls with the Oversoul" renders moral contagion possible through the subtle psychic medium. That the Spiritual Identity of all Being renders Universal Brotherhood the only possible path for truth-seeking men. She distrusted the appeal to sentiment. She saw that existing religions fail in it; that modern civilization frustrates it; that emotionalism is no basis for the Will which annuls all temptations of the flesh, and the Faith which shall make mountains move. Hence she taught the scientific aspect and bearing of sin. Taught that Universal Law, in every department, rigidly opposes and avenges the commission of sin, showing the free will of man counterbalanced by the declaration "Vengeance is mine, saith the Law; I will repay." She taught that the awful responsibility of the occultist, extending down to the least atom of substance, forever forbade our asking that question of Cain which we do ask daily--"Am I my Brother's keeper?" She taught that the deep reply reverberated down the ages, as we may read it in our bibles: "What hast thou done? The voice of thy brother's blood crieth to me from the ground." Justice she taught, and the true discrimination of it; Mercy, too, and Love. She wrote of one: "He has developed an extraordinary hatred to me, but I have loved him too much to hate him." Above all she taught that "the pure in heart see God"; taught it as a scientific fact; showed it to be, so to say, materially as well as spiritually possible through the spiritual laws working in the one Substance, and, in the showing, lifted our courage higher than the visible stars. The first of these extracts from H.P.B.'s letters is dated Nov. 29, 1878, and is interesting from the fact that it speaks of the original institution of three degrees of the T.S., a fact often disputed in these later days. ------------------------------------------ Said HPB: "You will find the aims and purposes of the Theosophical Society in the two inclosed circulars. It is a brotherhood of humanity, established to make away with all and every dogmatic religion founded on dead-letter interpretation, and to teach people and every member to believe but in one impersonal God; to rely upon his (man's) own powers; to consider himself his only saviour; to learn the infinitude of the occult psychological powers hidden within his own physical man; to develop these powers; and to give him the assurance of the immortality of his divine spirit and the survival of his soul; to make him regard every man of whatever race, color, or creed, and to prove to him that the only truths revealed to man by superior men (not a god) are contained in the Vedas of the ancient Aryas of India. Finally, to demonstrate to him that there never were, will be, nor are, any miracles; that there can be nothing 'supernatural' in this universe, and that on earth, at least, the only god is man himself. "It lies within his powers to become and to continue a god after the death of his physical body. Our society receives nothing the possibility of which it cannot demonstrate at will. We believe in the phenomena, but we disbelieve in the constant intervention of 'spirits' to produce such phenomena. We maintain that the embodied spirit has more powers to produce them than a disembodied one. We believe in the existence of spirits, but of many classes, the human spirits being but one class of the many. "The Society requires of its members but the time they can give it without encroaching upon that due to their private affairs. There are three degrees of membership. It is but in the highest or third that members have to devote themselves quasi entirely to the work of the T.S. . . . "Everyone is eligible, provided he is an honest, pure man or woman, no free lover, and especially no bigoted Christian. We go dead against idolatry, and as much against materialism." "Of the two unpardonable sins, the first is Hypocrisy--Pecksniffianism. Better one hundred mistakes through unwise, injudicious sincerity and indiscretion than Tartuffe-like saintship as the whitened sepulchre, and rottenness and decay within. . . . This is not unpardonable, but very dangerous, . . . doubt, eternal wavering--it leads one to wreck. . . . One little period passed without doubt, murmuring, and despair; what a gain it would be; a period a mere tithe of what every one of us has had to pass through. But every one forges his own destiny." "Those who fall off from our living human Mahatmas to fall into the Saptarishi--the Star Rishis, are no Theosophists." "Allow me to quote from a very esoterically wise and exoterically foolish book, the work and production of some ancient friends and foes: 'There is more joy in the Kingdom of Heaven for one repentant sinner than for ninety-nine saints.' . . . Let us be just and give to Caesar what is Caesar's, however imperfect, even vicious, Caesar may be. 'Blessed be the peacemakers,' said another old adept of 107 years B.C., and the saying is alive and kicks to the present day amongst the MASTERS." "The Esoteric Section is to be a School for earnest Theosophists who would learn more (than they can from published works) of the true Esoteric tenets. . . . There is no room for despotism or ruling in it; no money to pay or make; no glory for me, but a series of misconceptions, slanders, suspicions, and ingratitude in almost an immediate future: 1 but if out of the . . . Theosophists who have already pledged themselves I can place on the right and true path half a dozen or so, I will die happy. Many are called, few are chosen. Unless they comply with the lines you speak of, traced originally by the Masters, they cannot succeed. 2 I can only show the way to those whose eyes are open to the truth, whose souls are full of altruism, charity, and love for the whole creation, and who think of themselves last. The blind . . . will never profit by these teachings. They would make of the 'strait gate' a large public thoroughfare leading not to the Kingdom of Heaven, now and hereafter, to the Buddha-Christos in the Sanctuary of our innermost souls, but to their own idols with feet of clay. . . . The Esoteric Section is not of the earth, earthy; it does not interfere with the exoteric administration of Lodges; takes no stock in external Theosophy; has no officers or staff; needs no halls or meeting rooms. . . . Finally, it requires neither subscription fees nor money, for 'as I have not so received it, I shall not so impart it,' and that I would rather starve in the gutter than take one penny for my teaching of the sacred truths. . . . Here I am with perhaps a few years or a few months only (Master knoweth) to remain on earth in this loathsome, old, ruined body; and I am ready to answer the call of any good Theosophist who works for Theosophy on the lines traced by the Masters, and as ready as the Rosicrucian pelican to feed with my heart's blood the chosen 'Seven.' He who would have his inheritance before I die . . . let him ask first. What I have, or rather what I am permitted to give, I will give." "Many are called but few are chosen. Well, no need breaking my heart over spilt milk. Come what may, I shall die at my post, Theosophical banner in hand, and while I live I do fervently hope that all the splashes of mud thrown at it will reach me personally. At any rate I mean to continue protecting the glorious truth with my old carcass so long as it lasts. And when I do drop down for good, I hope in such Theosophists as . . . and their turn. Oh, I do feel so sick at heart in looking round and perceiving nothing save selfishness, personal vanity, and mean little ambitions. What is this about 'the soldier not being free'? 3 Of course no soldier can be free to move about his physical body wherever he likes. But what has the esoteric teaching to do with the outward man? A soldier may be stuck to his sentry box like a barnacle to its ship, and the soldier's Ego be free to go where it likes and think what it likes best. . . . No man is required to carry a burden heavier than he can bear; nor do more than it is possible for him to do. A man of means, independent and free from any duty, will have to move about and go, missionary-like, to teach Theosophy to the Sadducees and the Gentiles of Christianity. A man tied by his duty to one place has no right to desert it in order to fulfill another duty, let it be however much greater; for the first duty taught in Occultism is to do one's duty unflinchingly by every duty. Pardon these seemingly absurd paradoxes and Irish Bulls; but I have to repeat this ad nauseam usque for the last month. 'Shall I risk to be ordered to leave my wife, desert my children and home if I pledge myself?' asks one. 'No,' I say, 'because he who plays truant in one thing will be faithless in another. No real, genuine MASTER will accept a chela who sacrifices anyone except himself to go to that Master.' If one cannot, owing to circumstances or his position in life, become a full adept in this existence, let him prepare his mental luggage for the next, so as to be ready at the first call when he is once more reborn. What one has to do before he pledges himself irretrievably is, to probe one's nature to the bottom, for self-discipline is based on self-knowledge. It is said somewhere that self-discipline often leads one to a state of self-confidence which becomes vanity and pride in the long run. I say, foolish is the man who says so. This may happen only when our motives are of a worldly character or selfish; otherwise, self-confidence is the first step to that kind of WILL which will make a mountain move: " 'To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou can'st not then be false to any man.' "The question is whether Polonius meant this for worldly wisdom or for occult knowledge; and by 'own self' the false Ego (or the terrestrial personality) or that spark in us which is but the reflection of the 'One Universal Ego.' "But I am dreaming. I had but four hours' sleep. . . . Give my sincere, fraternal respects to . ., and let him try to feel my old hand giving him the Master's grip, the strong grip of the Lion's paw of Punjab (not of the tribe of Judah) across the Atlantic. To you my eternal affection and gratitude. Your H.P.B." "To live like cats and dogs in the T.S. is positively against all rules--and wishes of 'the Masters,' as against our Brotherhood-- so-called--and all its rules. THEY are disgusted. THEY look on, and in that look (oh Lord! if you could only see it as I have!) there's an ocean deep of sad disgust, contempt, and sorrow. . . . The ideal was besmeared with mud, but as it is no golden idol on feet of clay it stands to this day immovable . . . and what the profane see is only their own mud thrown with their own hands, and which has created a veil, an impassable barrier between them and the ideal . . . without touching the latter. . . . Have a large Society, the more the better; all that is chaff and husk is bound to fall away in time; all that is grain will remain. But the seed is in the bad and evil man as well as in the good ones,--only it is more difficult to call into life and cause it to germinate. The good husbandman does not stop to pick out the seeds from the handful. He gives them all their chance, and even some of the half-rotten seeds come to life when thrown into good soil. Be that soil. . . . Look at me--the universal Theosophical manure--the rope for whose hanging and lashing is made out of the flax I have sown, and each strand it is twisted of represents a 'mistake' (so-called) of mine. Hence, if you fail only nine times out of ten in your selections you are successful one time out of ten--and that's more than many other Theosophists can say. . . . Those few true souls will be the nucleus for future success, and their children will. . . . Let us sow good--and if evil crops up, it will be blown away by the wind like all other things in this life--in its time." "I am the Mother and the Creator of the Society; it has my magnetic fluid, and the child has inherited all of its parent's physical, psychical, and spiritual attributes--faults and virtues if any. Therefore I alone and to a degree . . . can serve as a lightning conductor of Karma for it. I was asked whether I was willing, when on the point of dying--and I said Yes--for it was the only means to save it. Therefore I consented to live--which in my case means to suffer physically during twelve hours of the day--mentally twelve hours of night, when I get rid of the physical shell. . . . It is true about the Kali Yuga. Once that I have offered myself as the goat of atonement, the Kali Yuga -- 4. recognizes its own--whereas any other would shrink from such a thing--as I am doomed and overburdened in this life worse than a poor weak donkey full of sores made to drag up hill a cart load of heavy rocks. You are the first one to whom I tell it, because you force me into the confession. . . .You have a wide and noble prospect before you if you do not lose patience. . . . Try to hear the small voice within." "Yes, there are 'two persons' in me. But what of that? So there are two in you; only mine is conscious and responsible--and yours is not. So you are happier than I am. I know you sympathise with me, and you do so because you feel that I have always stood up for you, and will do so to the bitter or the happy end--as the case may be." "He may be moved to doubt--and that is the beginning of wisdom." "Well, sir, and my only friend, the crisis is nearing. I am ending my Secret Doctrine, and you are going to replace me, or take my place in America. I know you will have success if you do not lose heart; but do, do remain true to the Masters and Their Theosophy and the names. . . . May They help you and allow us to send you our best blessings. . . ." "There are traitors, conscious and unconscious. There is falsity and there is injudiciousness. . . . Pray do not imagine that because I hold my tongue as bound by my oath and duty I do not know who is who. . . . I must say nothing, however much I may be disgusted. But as the ranks thin around us, and one after the other our best intellectual forces depart, to turn into bitter enemies, I say--Blessed are the pure-hearted who have only intuition--for intuition is better than intellect." "The duty,--let alone happiness--of every Theosophist--and especially Esotericist--is certainly to help others to carry their burden; but no Theosophist or other has the right to sacrifice himself unless he knows for a certainty that by so doing he helps some one and does not sacrifice himself in vain for the empty glory of the abstract virtue. . . . Psychic and vital energy are limited in every man. It is like a capital. If you have a dollar a day and spend two, at the end of the month you will have a deficit of $30." "One refuses to pledge himself not to listen without protest to any evil thing said of a brother--as though Buddha our divine Lord-- or Jesus--or any great initiate has ever condemned any one on hearsay. Ah, poor, poor, blind man, not to know the difference between condemning in words--which is uncharitable--and withdrawing in silent pity from the culprit and thus punishing him, but still giving him a chance to repent of his ways. No man will ever speak ill of his brother without cause and proof of the iniquity of that brother, and he will abstain from all backbiting, slandering, and gossip. No man should ever say behind a Brother's back what he would not say openly to his face. Insinuations against one's neighbor are often productive of more evil consequences than gross slander. Every Theosophist has to fight and battle against evil,--but he must have the courage of his words and actions, and what he does must be done openly and honestly before all." "Every pledge or promise unless built upon four pillars--absolute sincerity, unflinching determination, unselfishness of purpose, and moral power, which makes the fourth support and equipoises the three other pillars--is an insecure building. The pledges of those who are sure of the strength of the fourth alone are recorded." "Are you children, that you want marvels? Have you so little faith as to need constant stimulus, as a dying fire needs fuel! . your hands like a sick man under the hands of a quack? . . . You should never forget what a solemn thing it is for us to exert our powers and raise the dread sentinels that lie at the threshold. They cannot hurt us, but they can avenge themselves by precipitating themselves upon the unprotected neophyte. You are all like so many children playing with fire because it is pretty, when you ought to be men studying philosophy for its own sake." "If among you there was one who embodied in himself the idea depicted, it would be my duty to relinquish the teacher's chair to him. For it would be the extreme of audacity in me to claim the possession of so many virtues. That the MASTERS do in proportion to their respective temperaments and stages of Bodhisatvic development possess such Paramitas, constitutes their right to our reverence as our Teachers. It should be the aim of each and all of us to strive with all the intensity of our natures to follow and imitate Them. . . . Try to realize that progress is made step by step, and each step gained by heroic effort. Withdrawal means despair or timidity. . . . Conquered passions, like slain tigers, can no longer turn and rend you. Be hopeful then, not despairing. With each morning's awakening try to live through the day in harmony with the Higher Self. 'Try' is the battle-cry taught by the teacher to each pupil. Naught else is expected of you. One who does his best does all that can be asked. There is a moment when even a Buddha ceases to be a sinning mortal and takes his first step toward Buddhahood. The sixteen Paramitas (virtues) are not for priests and yogis alone, as said, but stand for models for us all to strive after--and neither priest nor yogi, Chela nor Mahatma, ever attained all at once. . . . The idea that sinners and not saints are expected to enter the Path is emphatically stated in the VOICE OF THE SILENCE." "I do not believe in the success of the . . . T.S. unless you assimilate Master or myself; unless you work with me and THEM, hand in hand, heart. . . . Yes; let him who offers himself to Masters as a chela, unreservedly, . . . let him do what he can if he would ever see Them. . . . Then things were done because I alone was responsible for the issues. I alone had to bear Karma in case of failure and no reward in case of success. . . . I saw the T.S. would be smashed or that I had to offer myself as the Scapegoat for atonement. It is the latter I did. The T.S. lives,--I am killed. Killed in my honor, fame, name, in everything H.P.B. held near and dear, for this body is MINE and I feel acutely through it. . . . I may err in my powers as H.P.B. I have not worked and toiled for forty years, playing parts, risking my future reward, and taking karma upon this unfortunate appearance to serve Them without being permitted to have some voice in the matter. H.P.B. is not infallible. H.P.B. is an old, rotten, sick, worn-out body, but it is the best I can have in this cycle. Hence follow the path I show, the Masters that are behind--and do not follow me or my PATH. When I am dead and gone in this body, then will you know the whole truth. Then will you know that I have never, never, been false to any one, nor have I deceived anyone, but had many a time to allow them to deceive themselves, for I had no right to interfere with their Karma. . . himself in sacrifice as I did!" Path, June, July, August, 1892 [ HPB Articles I p. 115 - 123 -- ULT edition.] From dalval14@earthlink.net Fri May 03 05:42:06 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 12:42:06 -0000 Received: (qmail 21632 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 12:42:05 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m11.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 12:42:05 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO falcon.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.74) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 12:42:05 -0000 Received: from pool0098.cvx11-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.188.98] helo=earthlink) by falcon.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 173cKN-0003LX-00; Fri, 03 May 2002 05:38:23 -0700 To: "AA-Dal" Subject: KARMIC VISIONS Karma and Reincarnation illustrated Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 05:36:33 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Friday, May 03, 2002 Re: KARMIC VISIONS by H.P.Blavatsky Dear Friends: It is significant that this article - story was published in LUCIFER in the week of the death of Frederick the III of Prussia from cancer of the throat. The story was actually written and put into type before the King died. Every once and a while, H P B would publish a story, or a tale that illustrated Theosophical doctrines. In KARMIC VISIONS she gives us a view of some of the previous causes and factors relating to the life of the SOUL-EGO that was Frederick III of Prussia. Apparently, he was a reincarnation of the ferocious Clovis of early Frankish history. We have much to learn here about the operations of Karma, and the states that the Soul-Ego passes through after death. But the story tells its own gripping tale and benefits us all. Best wishes, Dallas =================================== KARMIC VISIONS Story / Article by H. P. Blavatsky Oh, sad no more! Oh, sweet No more! Oh, strange No more! By a mossed brook bank on a stone I smelt a wild weed-flower alone; There was a ringing in my ears, And both my eyes gushed out with tears, Surely all pleasant things had gone before. Buried fathom deep beneath with thee, NO MORE! --TENNYSON (The "Gem," 1831) I A CAMP filled with war-chariots, neighing horses and legions of long-haired soldiers. . . . A regal tent, gaudy in its barbaric splendour. Its linen walls are weighed down under the burden of arms. In its centre a raised seat covered with skins, and on it a stalwart, savage-looking warrior. He passes in review prisoners of war brought in turn before him, who are disposed of according to the whim of the heartless despot. A new captive is now before him, and is addressing him with passionate earnestness. . . . As he listens to her with suppressed passion in his manly, but fierce, cruel face, the balls of his eyes become bloodshot and roll with fury. And as he bends forward with fierce stare, his whole appearance--his matted locks hanging over the frowning brow, his big-boned body with strong sinews, and the two large hands resting on the shield placed upon the right knee--justifies the remark made in hardly audible whisper by a grey-headed soldier to his neighbor: "Little mercy shall the holy prophetess receive at the hand of Clovis!" The captive, who stands between two Burgundian warriors, facing the ex-prince of the Salians, now king of all the Franks, is an old woman with silver-white dishevelled hair, hanging over her skeleton-like shoulders. In spite of her great age, her tall figure is erect; and the inspired black eyes look proudly and fearlessly into the cruel face of the treacherous son of Gilderich. "Aye, King," she says, in a loud, ringing voice. "Aye, thou art great and mighty now, but thy days are numbered, and thou shalt reign but three summers longer. Wicked thou wert born . . . perfidious thou art to thy friends and allies, robbing more than one of his lawful crown. Murderer of thy next-of-kin, thou who addest to the knife and spear in open warfare, dagger, poison, and treason, beware how thou dealest with the servant of Nerthus!" [The "Mother Goddess," The "Nurturer of the World."] "Ha, ha, ha! . . . old hag of Hell!" chuckles the King, with an evil, ominous sneer. "Thou hast crawled out of the entrails of thy mother-goddess, truly. Thou fearest not my wrath? It is well. But little need I fear thine empty imprecations. . . . I, a baptized Christian!" "So, so," replies the Sybil. "All know that Clovis has abandoned the gods of his fathers; that he has lost all faith in the warning voice of the white horse of the Sun, and that out of fear of the Alemanni he went serving on his knees Remigius, the servant of the Nazarene, at Rheims. But hast thou become any truer in thy new faith? Hast thou not murdered in cold blood all thy brethren who trusted in thee, after, as well as before, thy apostasy? Hast not thou plighted troth to Alaric, the King of the West Goths, and hast thou not killed him by stealth, running thy spear into his back while he was bravely fighting an enemy? And is it thy new faith and thy new gods that teach thee to be devising in thy black soul even now foul means against Theodoric, who put thee down? . . . Beware, Clovis, beware! For now the gods of thy fathers have risen against thee! Beware, I say, for. . . ." "Woman!" fiercely cries the King--"Woman, cease thy insane talk and answer my question. Where is the treasure of the grove amassed by thy priests of Satan, and hidden after they had been driven away by the Holy Cross? . . . Thou alone knowest. Answer, or by Heaven and Hell I shall thrust thy evil tongue down thy throat for ever!" . . . She heeds not the threat, but goes on calmly and fearlessly as before, as if she had not heard. ". . . The gods say, Clovis, thou art accursed! . . . Clovis, thou shalt be reborn among thy present enemies, and suffer the tortures thou hast inflicted upon thy victims. All the combined power and glory thou hast deprived them of shall be thine in prospect, yet thou shalt never reach it! . . . Thou shalt . . ." The prophetess never finishes her sentence. With a terrible oath the King, crouching like a wild beast on his skin-covered seat, pounces upon her with the leap of a jaguar, and with one blow fells her to the ground. And as he lifts his sharp murderous spear the "Holy One" of the Sun-worshipping tribe makes the air ring with a last imprecation. "I curse thee, enemy of Nerthus! May my agony be tenfold thine! . . . . May the Great Law avenge. . . ." The heavy spear falls, and, running through the victim's throat, nails the head to the ground. A stream of hot crimson blood gushes from the gaping wound and covers king and soldiers with indelible gore. . . . II Time--the landmark of gods and men in the boundless field of Eternity, the murderer of its offspring and of memory in mankind--time moves on with noiseless, incessant step through aeons and ages. . . . Among millions of other Souls, a Soul-Ego is reborn: for weal or for woe, who knoweth! Captive in its new human Form, it grows with it, and together they become, at last, conscious of their existence. Happy are the years of their blooming youth, unclouded with want or sorrow. Neither knows aught of the Past nor of the Future. For them all is the joyful Present: for the Soul-Ego is unaware that it had ever lived in other human tabernacles, it knows not that it shall be again reborn, and it takes no thought of the morrow. Its Form is calm and content. It has hitherto given its Soul-Ego no heavy troubles. Its happiness is due to the continuous mild serenity of its temper, to the affection it spreads wherever it goes. For it is a noble Form, and its heart is full of benevolence. Never has the Form startled its Soul-Ego with a too-violent shock, or otherwise disturbed the calm placidity of its tenant. Two score of years glide by like one short pilgrimage; a long walk through the sun-lit paths of life, hedged by ever-blooming roses with no thorns. The rare sorrows that befall the twin pair, Form and Soul, appear to them rather like the pale light of the cold northern moon, whose beams throw into a deeper shadow all around the moon-lit objects, than as the blackness of night, the night of hopeless sorrow and despair. Son of a Prince, born to rule himself one day his father's kingdom; surrounded from his cradle by reverence and honours; deserving of the universal respect and sure of the love of all--what could the Soul-Ego desire more from the Form it dwelt in? And so the Soul-Ego goes on enjoying existence in its tower of strength, gazing quietly at the panorama of life ever changing before its two windows--the two kind blue eyes of a loving and good man. III One day an arrogant and boisterous enemy threatens the father's kingdom, and the savage instincts of the warrior of old awaken in the Soul-Ego. It leaves its dream-land amid the blossoms of life and causes its Ego of clay to draw the soldier's blade, assuring him it is in defence of his country. Prompting each other to action, they defeat the enemy and cover themselves with glory and pride. They make the haughty foe bite the dust at their feet in supreme humiliation. For this they are crowned by history with the unfading laurels of valour, which are those of success. They make a footstool of the fallen enemy and transform their sire's little kingdom into a great empire. Satisfied they could achieve no more for the present, they return to seclusion and to the dreamland of their sweet home. For three lustra more the Soul-Ego sits at its usual post, beaming out of its window on the world around. Over its head the sky is blue and the vast horizons are covered with those seemingly unfading flowers that grow in the sunlight of health and strength. All looks fair as a verdant mead in spring. . . . . . IV But an evil day comes to all in the drama of being. It waits through the life of king and of beggar. It leaves traces on the history of every mortal born from woman, and it can neither be scared away, entreated. nor propitiated. Health is a dewdrop that falls from the heavens to vivify the blossoms on earth only during the morn of life. its spring and summer. . . . It has but a short duration and returns from whence it came--the invisible realms. How oft 'neath the bud that is brightest and fairest, The seeds of the canker in embryo lurk! How oft at the root of the flower that is rarest-- Secure in its ambush the worm is at work. . . . The running sand which moves downward in the glass, wherein the hours of human life are numbered, runs swifter. The worm has gnawed the blossom of health through its heart. The strong body is found stretched one day on the thorny bed of pain. The Soul-Ego beams no longer. It sits still and looks sadly out of what has become its dungeon windows, on the world which is now rapidly being shrouded for it in the funeral palls of suffering. Is it the eve of night eternal which is nearing? V Beautiful are the resorts on the midland sea. An endless line of surf-beaten, black, ragged rocks stretches, hemmed in between the golden sands of the coast and the deep blue waters of the gulf. They offer their granite breast to the fierce blows of the northwest wind and thus protect the dwellings of the rich that nestle at their foot on the inland side. The half-ruined cottages on the open shore are the insufficient shelter of the poor. Their squalid bodies are often crushed under the walls torn and washed down by wind and angry wave. But they only follow the great law of the survival of the fittest. Why should they be protected? Lovely is the morning when the sun dawns with golden amber tints and its first rays kiss the cliffs of the beautiful shore. Glad is the song of the lark, as, emerging from its warm nest of herbs, it drinks the morning dew from the deep flower-cups; when the tip of the rosebud thrills under the caress of the first sunbeam, and earth and heaven smile in mutual greeting. Sad is the Soul-Ego alone as it gazes on awakening nature from the high couch opposite the large bay-window. How calm is the approaching noon as the shadow creeps steadily on the sundial towards the hour of rest! Now the hot sun begins to melt the clouds in the limpid air and the last shreds of the morning mist that lingers on the tops of the distant hills vanish in it. All nature is prepared to rest at the hot and lazy hour of midday. The feathered tribes cease their song; their soft, gaudy wings droop, and they hang their drowsy heads, seeking refuge from the burning heat. A morning lark is busy nestling in the bordering bushes under the clustering flowers of the pomegranate and the sweet bay of the Mediterranean. The active songster has become voiceless. "Its voice will resound as joyfully again to-morrow!" sighs the Soul-Ego, as it listens to the dying buzzing of the insects on the verdant turf. "Shall ever mine?" And now the flower-scented breeze hardly stirs the languid heads of the luxuriant plants. A solitary palm-tree, growing out of the cleft of a moss-covered rock, next catches the eye of the Soul-Ego. Its once upright, cylindrical trunk has been twisted out of shape and half-broken by the nightly blasts of the north-west winds. And as it stretches wearily its drooping feathery arms, swayed to and fro in the blue pellucid air, its body trembles and threatens to break in two at the first new gust that may arise. "And then, the severed part will fall into the sea, and the once stately palm will be no more," soliloquises the Soul-Ego as it gazes sadly out of its windows. Everything returns to life in the cool, old bower at the hour of sunset. The shadows on the sun-dial become with every moment thicker, and animate nature awakens busier than ever in the cooler hours of approaching night. Birds and insects chirrup and buzz their last evening hymns around the tall and still powerful Form, as it paces slowly and wearily along the gravel walk. And now its heavy gaze falls wistfully on the azure bosom of the tranquil sea. The gulf sparkles like a gem-studded carpet of blue-velvet in the farewell dancing sunbeams, and smiles like a thoughtless, drowsy child, weary of tossing about. Further on, calm and serene in its perfidious beauty, the open sea stretches far and wide the smooth mirror of its cool waters--salt and bitter as human tears. It lies in its treacherous repose like a gorgeous, sleeping monster, watching over the unfathomed mystery of its dark abysses. Truly the monumentless cemetery of the millions sunk in its depths. . . . Without a grave, Unknell'd, uncoffined and unknown. . . . while the sorry relic of the once noble Form pacing yonder, once that its hour strikes and the deep-voiced bells toll the knell for the departed soul, shall be laid out in state and pomp. Its dissolution will be announced by millions of trumpet voices. Kings, princes and the mighty ones of the earth will be present at its obsequies, or will send their representatives with sorrowful faces and condoling messages to those left behind. . . "One point gained, over those 'uncoffined and unknown'," is the bitter reflection of the Soul-Ego. Thus glides past one day after the other; and as swift-winged Time urges his flight, every vanishing hour destroying some thread in the tissue of life, the Soul-Ego is gradually transformed in its views of things and men. Flitting between two eternities, far away from its birth-place, solitary among its crowd of physicians, and attendants, the Form is drawn with every day nearer to its Spirit-Soul. Another light unapproached and unapproachable in days of joy, softly descends upon the weary prisoner. It sees now that which it had never perceived before. . . . . . VI How grand, how mysterious are the spring nights on the seashore when the winds are chained and the elements lulled! A solemn silence reigns in nature. Alone the silvery, scarcely audible ripple of the wave, as it runs caressingly over the moist sand, kissing shells and pebbles on its up and down journey, reaches the ear like the regular soft breathing of a sleeping bosom. How small, how insignificant and helpless feels man, during these quiet hours, as he stands between the two gigantic magnitudes, the star-hung dome above, and the slumbering earth below. Heaven and earth are plunged in sleep, but their souls are awake, and they confabulate, whispering one to the other mysteries unspeakable. It is then that the occult side of Nature lifts her dark veils for us, and reveals secrets we would vainly seek to extort from her during the day. The firmament, so distant, so far away from earth, now seems to approach and bend over her. The sidereal meadows exchange embraces with their more humble sisters of the earth--the daisy-decked valleys and the green slumbering fields. The heavenly dome falls prostrate into the arms of the great quiet sea; and the millions of stars that stud the former peep into and bathe in every lakelet and pool. To the grief-furrowed soul those twinkling orbs are the eyes of angels. They look down with ineffable pity on the suffering of mankind. It is not the night dew that falls on the sleeping flowers, but sympathetic tears that drop from those orbs, at the sight of the Great HUMAN SORROW. . . . Yes; sweet and beautiful is a southern night. But-- When silently we watch the bed, by the taper's flickering light, When all we love is fading fast--how terrible is night. . . . VII Another day is added to the series of buried days. The far green hills, and the fragrant boughs of the pomegranate blossom have melted in the mellow shadows of the night, and both sorrow and joy are plunged in the lethargy of soul-resting sleep. Every noise has died out in the royal gardens, and no voice or sound is heard in that overpowering stillness. Swift-winged dreams descend from the laughing stars in motley crowds, and landing upon the earth disperse among mortals and immortals, amid animals and men. They hover over the sleepers, each attracted by its affinity and kind; dreams of joy and hope, balmy and innocent visions, terrible and awesome sights seen with sealed eyes, sensed by the soul; some instilling happiness and consolation, others causing sobs to heave the sleeping bosom, tears and mental torture, all and one preparing unconsciously to the sleepers their waking thoughts of the morrow. Even in sleep the Soul-Ego finds no rest. Hot and feverish its body tosses about in restless agony. For it, the time of happy dreams is now a vanished shadow, a long bygone recollection. Through the mental agony of the soul, there lies a transformed man. Through the physical agony of the frame, there flutters in it a fully awakened Soul. The veil of illusion has fallen off from the cold idols of the world, and the vanities and emptiness of fame and wealth stand bare, often hideous, before its eyes. The thoughts of the Soul fall like dark shadows on the cogitative faculties of the fast disorganizing body, haunting the thinker daily, nightly, hourly. . . . The sight of his snorting steed pleases him no longer. The recollections of guns and banners wrested from the enemy; of cities razed, of trenches, cannons and tents, of an array of conquered spoils now stirs but little his national pride. Such thoughts move him no more, and ambition has become powerless to awaken in his aching heart the haughty recognition of any valourous deed of chivalry. Visions of another kind now haunt his weary days and long sleepless nights. . . . What he now sees is a throng of bayonets clashing against each other in a mist of smoke and blood: thousands of mangled corpses covering the ground, torn and cut to shreds by the murderous weapons devised by science and civilization, blessed to success by the servants of his God. What he now dreams of are bleeding, wounded and dying men, with missing limbs and matted locks, wet and soaked through with gore VIII A hideous dream detaches itself from a group of passing visions, and alights heavily on his aching chest. The night-mare shows him men, expiring on the battle field with a curse on those who led them to their destruction. Every pang in his own wasting body brings to him in dream the recollection of pangs still worse, of pangs suffered through and for him. He sees and feels the torture of the fallen millions, who die after long hours of terrible mental and physical agony; who expire in forest and plain, in stagnant ditches by the road-side, in pools of blood under a sky made black with smoke. His eyes are once more riveted to the torrents of blood, every drop of which represents a tear of despair, a heart-rent cry, a life-long sorrow. He hears again the thrilling sighs of desolation, and the shrill cries ringing through mount, forest and valley. He sees the old mothers who have lost the light of their souls; families, the hand that fed them. He beholds widowed young wives thrown on the wide, cold world, and beggared orphans wailing in the streets by the thousands. He finds the young daughters of his bravest old soldiers exchanging their mourning garments for the gaudy frippery of prostitution, and the Soul-Ego shudders in the sleeping Form. . . . His heart is rent by the groans of the famished; his eyes blinded by the smoke of burning hamlets, of homes destroyed, of towns and cities in smouldering ruins. . . . And in his terrible dream, he remembers that moment of insanity in his soldier's life, when standing over a heap of the dead and the dying, waving in his right hand a naked sword red to its hilt with smoking blood, and in his left, the colours rent from the hand of the warrior expiring at his feet, he had sent in a stentorian voice praises to the throne of the Almighty, thanksgiving for the victory just obtained! . . . . He starts in his sleep and awakes in horror. A great shudder shakes his frame like an aspen leaf, and sinking back on his pillows, sick at the recollection, he hears a voice--the voice of the Soul-Ego--saying in him:-- "Fame and victory are vainglorious words. . . . Thanksgiving and prayers for lives destroyed--wicked lies and blasphemy!" . . . . "What have they brought thee or to thy fatherland, those bloody victories!" whispers the Soul in him. "A population clad in iron armour," it replies. "Two score millions of men dead now to all spiritual aspiration and Soul-life. A people, henceforth deaf to the peaceful voice of the honest citizen's duty, averse to a life of peace, blind to the arts and literature, indifferent to all but lucre and ambition. What is thy future Kingdom, now? A legion of war-puppets as units, a great wild beast in their collectivity. A beast that, like the sea yonder, slumbers gloomily now, but to fall with the more fury on the first enemy that is indicated to it. Indicated, by whom? It is as though a heartless, proud Fiend, assuming sudden authority, incarnate Ambition and Power, had clutched with iron hand the minds of a whole country. By what wicked enchantment has he brought the people back to those primeval days of the nation when their ancestors, the yellow-haired Suevi, and the treacherous Franks roamed about in their warlike spirit, thirsting to kill, to decimate and subject each other? By what infernal powers has this been accomplished? Yet the transformation has been produced and it is as undeniable as the fact that alone the Fiend rejoices and boasts of the transformation effected. The whole world is hushed in breathless expectation. Not a wife or mother, but is haunted in her dreams by the black and ominous storm-cloud that overhangs the whole of Europe. The cloud is approaching. . . . . .It comes nearer and nearer Oh woe and horror! I foresee once more for earth the suffering I have already witnessed. I read the fatal destiny upon the brow of the flower of Europe's youth! But if I live and have the power, never, oh never shall my country take part in it again! No, no, I will not see- The glutton death gorged with devouring lives. . . . "I will not hear- . . . . . .robb'd mothers' shrieks While from men's piteous wounds and horrid gashes The lab'ring life flows faster than the blood! . . . ." IX Firmer and firmer grows in the Soul-Ego the feeling of intense hatred for the terrible butchery called war; deeper and deeper does it impress its thoughts upon the Form that holds it captive. Hope awakens at times in the aching breast and colours the long hours of solitude and meditation; like the morning ray that dispels the dusky shades of shadowy despondency, it lightens the long hours of lonely thought. But as the rainbow is not always the dispeller of the storm-clouds but often only a refraction of the setting sun on a passing cloud, so the moments of dreamy hope are generally followed by hours of still blacker despair. Why, oh why, thou mocking Nemesis, hast thou thus purified and enlightened, among all the sovereigns of this earth, him, whom thou hast made helpless, speechless and powerless? Why hast thou kindled the flame of holy brotherly love for man in the breast of one whose heart already feels the approach of the icy hand of death and decay, whose strength is steadily deserting him and whose very life is melting away like foam on the crest of a breaking wave? And now the hand of Fate is upon the couch of pain. The hour for the fulfillment of nature's law has struck at last. The old Sire is no more; the younger man is henceforth a monarch. Voiceless and helpless, he is nevertheless a potentate, the autocratic master of millions of subjects. Cruel Fate has erected a throne for him over an open grave, and beckons him to glory and to power. Devoured by suffering, he finds himself suddenly crowned. The wasted Form is snatched from its warm nest amid the palm groves and the roses; it is whirled from balmy south to the frozen north, where waters harden into crystal groves and "waves on waves in solid mountains rise"; whither he now speeds to reign and--speeds to die. X Onward, onward rushes the black, fire-vomiting monster, devised by man to partially conquer Space and Time. Onward, and further with every moment from the health-giving, balmy South flies the train. Like the Dragon of the Fiery Head, it devours distance and leaves behind it a long trail of smoke, sparks and stench. And as its long, tortuous, flexible body, wriggling and hissing like a gigantic dark reptile, glides swiftly, crossing mountain and moor, forest, tunnel and plain, its swinging monotonous motion lulls the worn-out occupant, the weary and heartsore Form, to sleep. . . . In the moving palace the air is warm and balmy. The luxurious vehicle is full of exotic plants; and from a large cluster of sweet-smelling flowers arises together with its scent the fairy Queen of dreams, followed by her band of joyous elves. The Dryads laugh in their leafy bowers as the train glides by, and send floating upon the breeze dreams of green solitudes and fairy visions. The rumbling noise of wheels is gradually transformed into the roar of a distant waterfall, to subside into the silvery trills of a crystalline brook. The Soul-Ego takes its flight into Dreamland. . . . It travels through aeons of time, and lives, and feels, and breathes under the most contrasted forms and personages. It is now a giant, a Yotun, who rushes into Muspelheim, where Surtur rules with his flaming sword. It battles fearlessly against a host of monstrous animals, and puts them to flight with a single wave of its mighty hand. Then it sees itself in the Northern Mistworld, it penetrates under the guise of a brave bowman into Helheim, the Kingdom of the Dead, where a Black-Elf reveals to him a series of its lives and their mysterious concatenation. "Why does man suffer?" enquires the Soul-Ego. "Because he would become one," is the mocking answer. Forthwith, the Soul-Ego stands in the presence of the holy goddess, Saga. She sings to it of the valorous deeds of the Germanic heroes, of their virtues and their vices. She shows the soul the mighty warriors fallen by the hands of many of its past Forms, on battlefield, as also in the sacred security of home. It sees itself under the personages of maidens, and of women, of young and old men, and of children. It feels itself dying more than once in those forms. It expires as a hero-Spirit, and is led by the pitying Walkyries from the bloody battlefield back to the abode of Bliss under the shining foliage of Walhalla. It heaves its last sigh in another form, and is hurled on to the cold, hopeless plane of remorse. It closes its innocent eyes in its last sleep, as an infant, and is forthwith carried along by the beauteous Elves of Light into an other body--the doomed generator of Pain and Suffering. In each case the mists of death are dispersed, and pass from the eyes of the Soul-Ego, no sooner does it cross the Black Abyss that separates the Kingdom of the Living from the Realm of the Dead. Thus "Death" becomes but a meaningless word for it, a vain sound. In every instance the beliefs of the Mortal take objective life and shape for the Immortal, as soon as it spans the Bridge. Then they begin to fade, and disappear. . . . "What is my Past?" enquires the Soul-Ego of Urd, the eldest of the Norn sisters. "Why do I suffer?" A long parchment is unrolled in her hand, and reveals a long series of mortal beings, in each of whom the Soul-Ego recognises one of its dwellings. When it comes to the last but one, it sees a blood-stained hand doing endless deeds of cruelty and treachery, and it shudders Guileless victims arise around it, and cry to Orlog for vengeance. "What is my immediate Present?" asks the dismayed Soul of Werdandi, the second sister. "The decree of Orlog is on thyself!" is the answer. "But Orlog does not pronounce them blindly, as foolish mortals have it." "What is my Future?" asks despairingly of Skuld, the third Norn sister, the Soul-Ego. "Is it to be for ever with tears, and bereaved of Hope?" . . . No answer is received. But the Dreamer feels whirled through space, and suddenly the scene changes. The Soul-Ego finds itself on a, to it, long familiar spot, the royal bower, and the seat opposite the broken palm-tree. Before it stretches, as formerly, the vast blue expanse of waters, glassing the rocks and cliffs; there, too, is the lonely palm, doomed to quick disappearance. The soft mellow voice of the incessant ripple of the light waves now assumes human speech, and reminds the Soul-Ego of the vows formed more than once on that spot. And the Dreamer repeats with enthusiasm the words pronounced before. "Never, oh, never shall I, henceforth, sacrifice for vainglorious fame or ambition a single son of my motherland! Our world is so full of unavoidable misery, so poor with joys and bliss, and shall I add to its cup of bitterness the fathomless ocean of woe and blood, called WAR? Avaunt, such thought! . . . Oh, never more. . . ." XI Strange sight and change. . . .The broken palm which stands before the mental sight of the Soul-Ego suddenly lifts up its drooping trunk and becomes erect and verdant as before. Still greater bliss, the Soul-Ego finds himself as strong and as healthy as he ever was. In a stentorian voice he sings to the four winds a loud and a joyous song. He feels a wave of joy and bliss in him, and seems to know why he is happy. He is suddenly transported into what looks a fairy-like Hall, lit with most glowing lights and built of materials, the like of which he had never seen before. He perceives the heirs and descendants of all the monarchs of the globe gathered in that Hall in one happy family. They wear no longer the insignia of royalty, but, as he seems to know, those who are the reigning Princes, reign by virtue of their personal merits. It is the greatness of heart, the nobility of character, their superior qualities of observation, wisdom, love of Truth and Justice, that have raised them to the dignity of heirs to the Thrones, of Kings and Queens. The crowns, by authority and the grace of God, have been thrown off, and they now rule by "the grace of divine humanity," chosen unanimously by recognition of their fitness to rule, and the reverential love of their voluntary subjects. All around seems strangely changed. Ambition, grasping greediness or envy--miscalled Patriotism--exist no longer. Cruel selfishness has made room for just altruism, and cold indifference to the wants of the millions no longer finds favour in the sight of the favoured few. Useless luxury, sham pretences--social and religious--all has disappeared. No more wars are possible, for the armies are abolished. Soldiers have turned into diligent, hard-working tillers of the ground, and the whole globe echoes his song in rapturous joy. Kingdoms and countries around him live like brothers. The great, the glorious hour has come at last! That which he hardly dared to hope and think about in the stillness of his long, suffering nights, is now realized. The great curse is taken off, and the world stands absolved and redeemed in its regeneration! . . . . Trembling with rapturous feelings, his heart overflowing with love and philanthropy, he rises to pour out a fiery speech that would become historic, when suddenly he finds his body gone, or, rather, it is replaced by another body. . . . Yes, it is no longer the tall, noble Form with which he is familiar, but the body of somebody else, of whom he as yet knows nothing. Something dark comes between him and a great dazzling light, and he sees the shadow of the face of a gigantic timepiece on the ethereal waves. On its ominous dial he reads: "NEW ERA: 970,995 YEARS SINCE THE INSTANTANEOUS DESTRUCTION BY PNEUMO-DYNO-VRIL OF THE LAST 2,000,000 OF SOLDIERS IN THE FIELD, ON THE WESTERN PORTION OF THE GLOBE. 971,000 SOLAR YEARS SINCE THE SUBMERSION OF THE EUROPEAN CONTINENTS AND ISLES. SUCH ARE THE DECREE OF ORLOG AND THE ANSWER OF SKULD. . . ." He makes a strong effort and--is himself again. Prompted by the Soul-Ego to REMEMBER and ACT in conformity, he lifts his arms to Heaven and swears in the face of all nature to preserve peace to the end of his days--in his own country, at least. ........... ... A distant beating of drums and long cries of what he fancies in his dream are the rapturous thanksgivings, for the pledge just taken. An abrupt shock, loud clatter, and, as the eyes open, the Soul-Ego looks out through them in amazement. The heavy gaze meets the respectful and solemn face of the physician offering the usual draught. The train stops. He rises from his couch weaker and wearier than ever, to see around him endless lines of troops armed with a new and yet more murderous weapon of destruction--ready for the battlefield. --SANJNA ( H P Blavatsky) Lucifer, June, 1888 From global-theosophy@adslhome.dk Fri May 03 07:51:44 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: global-theosophy@adslhome.dk X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 14:51:43 -0000 Received: (qmail 45837 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 14:51:43 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m13.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 14:51:43 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO fepF.post.tele.dk) (195.41.46.135) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 14:51:43 -0000 Received: from st ([131.164.147.55]) by fepF.post.tele.dk (InterMail vM.4.01.03.23 201-229-121-123-20010418) with SMTP id <20020503145142.NPBV6037.fepF.post.tele.dk@st> for ; Fri, 3 May 2002 16:51:42 +0200 Message-ID: <001001c1f2b1$b3ca5740$3793a483@stofanet.dk> To: References: <20020503052940.78143.qmail@web14201.mail.yahoo.com> Subject: Re: Theos-World Ken Wilber: Recommended Websites/Webpages Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 16:49:17 +0200 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2600.0000 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 From: "Morten Sufilight" X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=106996622 X-Yahoo-Profile: kidhr7 Hi Daniel and all of you, Has Ken Wilber done any important remarks on the Middle East, the sufis, an= d spirituality etc. ?? from M. 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Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/= =20 >=20 >=20 >=20 From ramadoss@gbronline.com Fri May 03 08:04:31 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: ramadoss@gbronline.com X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_1); 3 May 2002 15:04:30 -0000 Received: (qmail 94813 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 15:04:30 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m9.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 15:04:30 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mail.gbronline.com) (12.145.226.4) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 15:04:30 -0000 Received: from office [209.12.91.57] by mail.gbronline.com with ESMTP (SMTPD32-7.06) id A69F57BA009A; Fri, 03 May 2002 10:02:55 -0500 Message-Id: <4.2.2.20020503095150.02c3ba10@mail.gbronline.com> X-Sender: ramadoss@mail.gbronline.com X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Pro Version 4.2.2 Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 09:55:26 -0500 To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com,"AA-Dal" , theos-l@list.vnet.net Subject: Re: Theos-World H P B SPEAKS ---- HISTORY AND MOTIVATON In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed From: ramadoss X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=99056674 Dallas, thanks for reminding us of White Lotus Day. It is a time for all of us to remember with gratitude for being the beneficiaries of her sacrifice. We would not be discussing theosophy, IMHO, but for her sacrifice. mkr At 05:35 AM 5/3/02 -0700, dalval14@earthlink.net wrote: >May 2, 2002 >Dear Friends: > >As the important date of WHITE LOTUS DAY approaches, we look back at >the work and help; that H.P.Blavatsky has given to us. >Here are some of her most poignant words: > >Best wishes, >Dallas From dalval14@earthlink.net Fri May 03 16:40:15 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_2); 3 May 2002 23:40:14 -0000 Received: (qmail 5149 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 23:40:14 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m15.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 23:40:14 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.18) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 23:40:14 -0000 Received: from pool0542.cvx4-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.148.32] helo=earthlink) by goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 173meZ-0003Lc-00; Fri, 03 May 2002 16:39:55 -0700 To: Subject: RE: [bn-study] Re:("HYPOTHESIS") (DIVINE, SPIRITUAL, WILL) Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 16:38:43 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 In-Reply-To: From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Friday, May 03, 2002 Dear Ram: In ancient Hindu philosophy the human was considered to be a spiritual Being living in a limited physical body. Everything, Theosophy teaches, is, in the Universe, 7-fold: The gradations are explained in both The SECRET DOCTRINE ( I 157, II 596 ) and in the KEY TO THEOSOPHY (HPB), pp. 91-2, 135-6, 175-6. It takes a bit of study to secure an understanding of them, as our early education rarely gives us these gradations as material for our thinking and consideration. I think it would be a good idea to look these up and assure yourself of the reason for their existence. They have already been detailed a number of times These can be accessed in the actual books or, "on-line" at BLAVATSKY NET. Briefly: Present: timelessly, universally, is the always awake. It is: THE ONE CONSCIOUSNESS -- the ABSOLUTE (it cannot be defined by any finite mind) [ S D I 27 ] It IS and serves as the SOURCE of EVERYTHING.. Time, Space, Motion, Law and Cause are all emanations from it, but it cannot be penetrated or described. IT IS. NOTE: IT IS positively NOT a limited, formed or form-bound "PERSONAL GOD." On might hazard a guess that it is the CAUSELESS CAUSE, UNITY, ACTIVITY, PURPOSE and WISDOM emanate or radiate from IT. But that is about as far as a logical matter-encrusted Mind can guess. Of it, it has been said: " Man can approach the LIGHT, but can never touch the FLAME." Under universal KARMA, Manifestation begins again. [Karma is the summation, in this case, of the =93unfinished business=94 of all manifested beings when the last Pralaya (Night-time) set in and all "went to sleep." Now, they all wake up together at the point where they had dropped off to Pralaya-sleep. These emanate (wake-up) from the Pralayic sleep: This "wake-up" is universally a change of state, from SLEEP and unconsciousness, to: "awake" and the instantaneous and complete restoration of individualized consciousness on the many planes of substance, of a vast host of sleeping Units. Science visualizes this as the "BIG BANG." Theosophy states that it is a universal and simultaneous process. [ Example: If one switches on a light in a dark room, all gets simultaneously illuminated. ] At first, in order of "descent" we have: The 3 foci of the SPIRITUAL WORLD [ S D I 200 ] Atma -- Buddhi -- Manas, or Universal Purity SATTVA -- universal Law and harmonious activity RAJAS -- universal Intelligence that animates all forms MANAS. In the BHAGAVAD GITA, Sri Krishna refers to Himself as the =93Resident=94 [the EGO] seated in the =93heart=94 of =93all beings.=94 = =93I established this whole Universe with a portion of Myself, and remain separate.=94 =93The manifested Universe is composed of the 3 Gunas (qualities) -- they are in Me, but I am not in them.=94 Next, In the planes of denser material substance we find the 7-fold characteristics of material Evolution: 1 ATMA -- SPIRIT : -- immortal, universal, pure, source of all manifestations. 2 BUDDHI -- WISDOM Accumulated wisdom of experience over aeons. source of Everything, Theosophy teaches is, in the Universe, 7-fold: The gradations are explained in both The SECRET DOCTRINE ( I 157, II 596 ) and in the KEY TO THEOSOPHY (HPB), pp. 91-2, 135-6, 175-6. It takes a strong desire to learn to enforce the discipline of study, and thus to secure an understanding of them, as our early education rarely gives us these gradations as material for our thinking and consideration. I think it would be a good idea to look these up, each of us for ourselves, and secure independent assurance of the reason for their existence. They have already been detailed a number of times These can be accessed in the actual books and articles of the =93original teachings of Theosophy=94 or, "on-line" at BLAVATSKY NET. Briefly: Our =93Present=94: timelessly, universally, is the always awakened CONSCIOUSNESS -- the ABSOLUTE (it cannot be defined by any finite mind) [ S D I 27 ] It IS, and IT serves as the SOURCE of EVERYTHING.. Time, Space, Motion Law and Cause are all emanations from it, but it cannot be penetrated or described. IT IS the eternal and unchangeable, unmodifiable BACKGROUND. It is a =93logical necessity.=94 It is in continual contrast to everything that =93changes.=94 It is UNIVERSAL as each being (monad) in manifestation has its own individual consciousness derived from it and that individual consciousness linked to the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS affords the individual its INDEPENDENCE. This gives each human mind the power to choose independently at all times. NOTE: IT IS positively NOT a limited, formed or form-bound "PERSONAL GOD." On might hazard a guess that it is the CAUSELESS CAUSE, UNITY, ACTIVITY and WISDOM emanate or radiate from IT. But that is about as far as a logical matter-encrusted Mind can guess. Of it, it has been said: " Man can enter the LIGHT, but can never touch the FLAME." Under universal KARMA, Manifestation begins again (wakes up). [Karma is the summation, in this case of the unfinished business of all manifested beings when the last Pralaya (Night-time) set in and all "went to sleep." It is the law of eternity, that a cause once set into motion will continue until the original force is exhausted.] These emanate (wake-up) from the Pralayic sleep: [ This "wake-up" is universally a change of state, from SLEEP and unconsciousness, to: "awake" and the instantaneous and complete restoration of individualized consciousness on the many planes of substance, of a vast host of sleeping Units. Science visualizes this as the "BIG BANG." ] Actually it is the change from =93One pointedness=94 ( or no-contrast, and introspection ) to =93Duality=94 or the field of all contrasts, to external sensations, and all gradations of contrast and experience. At first, in order of "descent" we have: The 3 foci of the SPIRITUAL WORLD [ S D I 200 ] The Jain philosophy expresses it as the ATMA and the many kind of Karmas -- all attached to their respective samskaras. In Theosophy it is expressed as the =93Dual Monad=94 or ATMA-BUDDHI, as the basic UNIT (monad) building blocks of Nature. It is a studying contrasts -- the contrasts of =93the pairs of opposites=94 as Sri Krishna calls it in the BHAGAVAD GITA. Vedic philosophy expressed the CAUSE ( better still, the =93causeless cause=94) in this way: (in translation): =93Desire first arose in IT which was the primal germ of Mind, and which Sages seeking with their Intellect, discovered in their hearts to be the bond between BEING and non-being.=94 [ S D II 176 top ] It must be made clear that =93desire=94 here, is KAMADEVA and not the ordinary desires of embodied existence. Next, In the planes of substance, we find the 7-fold characteristics of Evolutionary experience: (see S D I 200-2) 1 ATMA -- SPIRIT immortal, universal, pure, source of all manifestations. 2 BUDDHI -- WISDOM Accumulated wisdom of experience over aeons. source of Intuition and of the Voice of Conscience. It is also, Universal Brotherhood idealism. Altruism, nobility, impartiality, unselfishness, charity, concern for others, generosity, (also called the HEART-DOCTRINE). IT recognizes its Immortality and seeks to employ its knowledge to assist others. Storage place through Akasic records of all memories. Is in constant contact with all other BUDDHIS everywhere. [see: "Suddha Sattva" T. Glos, 311] It is also called Mulaprakriti (root-matter), and Maha-Buddhi or universal experience accumulated through eternity and therefore infallible WISDOM. NOTE: (ATMA-BUDDHI when conjoined in manifestation, are called the MONAD, the Eternal Pilgrim.) In periods of Pralaya (or non-manifestation they are in a laya (resting) condition, awaiting the cycle of the re-birth of the period of manifestation called Manvantara.) 3 MANAS -- MIND Thinking principle, Free, independent, able to act and choose, and to look into both the "spiritual" and the "Physical or material." Seeks causes, motives, seeks to know and understand LAWS and their operation. Reason, Intellectual, dispassionate, or passionate. Stores Memory and also "forgets." It (manas) is therefore divided into 3: 1. Spiritual-Mind (Buddhi-Manas) -- source of "virtue" and seeks WISDOM (commonly called the (INDIVIDUALITY) 2. pure Mental action ( as in Mathematics or logical pursuit of LAWS ) Intellectual, =93cold=94 and passionless. 3. Desire-Mind or (passional / desire-mind) -- source of all "vices." seeks to justify its selfish existence, even though short-lived. Commonly called the "PERSONALITY" (or the "mask"). 4 KAMA -- Passions and Desires -- the source of wild follies and personal selfishness, isolationist and ignorant -- unable to think and reason. It is the field in which =93Tanha=94 the "thirst for life" is to be seen; it seeks to bind Mind to it, and thus plan its follies regardless of their final outcome. Known of as "Kama-Manas" or "Lower Manas." With our =93detached, and impartial=94 mental faculty, we can observe how our =93embodied mind=94 is wrapped in =93desires, vices, passions, etc=85 And it is again our detached and altruistic mind that can see these are follies and selfishness and if pursued, lead only to disappointment, disease and ultimately to the death of the form. 5. PRANA (Breath of life) -- a principle that is closely related to the physical longevity of any personality. Prana may be said to be an aspect of Atma as well as of Buddhi. It responds to the Karmic burden and the =93balance-sheet=94 of a life=92s activities of feelings, thoughts, words and actions 6. ASTRAL BODY (or LINGA-SARIRA) The electro-magnetic lattice, defined by the force of the =93Prana=94 of one life-time. It is the work of forces that bind the physical atoms and molecules into place to form the physical structures of our bodies, and, finally: 7. PHYSICAL BODY -- as said above, it consists of living atoms, -- of =93monads=94 -- or, elemental beings on the astral plane who form the necessary foci for the laying down of the opaque (yet constantly changing) physical structure we all know of as "my body." Every particle of food, of water, of air we use has a living vital counterpart and it is the affinity between us and those which enables them to find a place in our bodies, or causes them to be rejected and expelled. The physical body is the starting point for all independent =93material=94 individual development Yes, the Buddha Gautama is the latest of a long line of Buddhas. But there have been others before him, and he refers to that. It has been called the Guruparampara chain. Its beginnings are lost in the =93night of time.=94 It was instituted ever since =93Man=94 became a thinker. And that commencement cannot be traced to this Manvantara only, but is a continuing of the process foe many earlier Manvantaras. The NIRMANAKAYA and the MAHATMA are =93bodies=94 used by Great SOULS to manifest and support the WISDOM of Nature. It is acquired by Those who master all their principles and center their consciousness in the 7th. ATMAN. As a Nirmanakaya they are living consciously a we are told in all the 6 principles except the physical body. When a Nirmanakaya incarnates then the 7-bodied DHYANI (or Mahatma) is manifest. If one lays these out on a square with 7 spaces going horizontally and vertically (total 49) one can see how the various qualities associated with those "principles" also form a part of every other main category of principles. This is left to each student to do, since in each case the mix is determined by the equation of mind and desire in him/her. Much more is to be said about this, but each student has to seek and verify the accuracy of thee propositions for themselves. But one thing is clear. all the processes in nature are cooperative. If one reads carefully the section SECRET DOCTRINE I 207 -210 one begins to realize how the SPIRITUAL always sacrifices it self for the same of the Physical, the material and the form side so that it may escape from the =93maya=94 an delusion of separateness and resume its life in full comprehension of the unity -- the brotherhood -- of all beings. The ONE SPIRIT -- the ATMAN -- is the unification principle. It is eternal omnipresent, and in it we live and have our being. Best wishes, Dallas =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D Dear Friends, >>From Dallas' email - dated 4/30/02 > But we have according to Theosophy this physical brain type > memory. And it is very selective. It exercises at times an > independence -- it forgets. > An effort to "remember" may, depending on the strength of our > will, bring back the mental pictures and records associated with > a word, a person or a situation. Very interesting. Independence exercised by mind or involuntary regulation by a higher force? We are all aware to a certain extent that there is an involuntary action that takes place within us that regulates and keeps us alive - our respiration. It is not dependent on our whims n fancies. It goes on about its job. How long? Do not know. There seems to be a certain force that is all encompassing that gives this physical body that breath and also can direct it when to stop. I call it an all encompassing force because I certainly cannot dictate when to stop the breath and definitely cannot dictate when NOT to STOP. Breathing is an example of an involuntary process that goes on in the man who is otherwise capable of performing almost anything. So within the human body, we have the existence of the forces that can 'create' and the ultimate force that cannot be governed by any other aspects of the physical body. This 'ultimate force' is probably evidence of that which we try to describe as divine, universal, the one substance in which we all exist etc. In other words, that of which we are only a part of and therefore can probably never know it in full. If 'creation' or the ability to create is an attribute of this ultimate force, then we (i.e. the individual unit) have to exhibit this 'creativity' also if we are made up of that ultimate force. I think we are given the numerous other abilities to create/invent/discover/pleasure/pain etc. as evidence of this 'creativity'. However, all this ability is only as long as the 'breathing force' (prana?) is going on in the background. Extrapolating this thought, all the creation we see around us (however mighty and awesome) is probably subject to an 'ultimate force' which forms the background of it. You might wonder why I went off-tangent on the issue of physical brain and the ability to remember. No matter how hard we try, there is probably only a certain amount that we can remember. For this reason, I think that the brain, mind and the process of remembering are also subject to the same 'involuntary regulation'. For instance, take breathing, the organs that process breathing (lungs/heart - plus excuse my knowledge of the body), and the ultimate force that causes this breathing to go on as a 'set'. Lets call this as a 'physical set' (since we can verify lungs exist) I think we can formulate a similar set - interaction of the mind (or that which the mind takes in), the mind(with brain as the physical apparatus) and the ultimate force that gives the mind the ability to register/understand its interactions. Lets call this a 'non-physical set' (since we can say the mind exists but cannot see that the mind exists). [[Please note that I am using 'physical set' and 'non-physical' set to refer to them easily.]] A man with healthy habits or growing in a physically clean environment is likely to experience better health than a man who is a smoker and is living in an environment that is far from clean. The same can probably be applied to the 'non-physical' set. A person with a clean mind is likely to enjoy better mental health than that of a man with a mind that is an environment far from clean. If we probably realize and respect the incoming and outgoing force into us i.e. if we grow conscious of it, we will probably make an effort to keep ourselves in an environment that is clean. A purely physical example would be 'smoking' or inhaling any substance that is not natural to the physical body. The respiration system was given to this body to breath in and breath out the prana/air/force that is necessary for sustaining it. By spoiling it, we are introducing odd behavior that we call disease etc. Now, relating the mind from non-physical set to the lungs in the physical set, if we probably use the mind for what it is meant to be, then it will probably breathe in and breathe out the ultimate force. If we vitiate the mind with the 'substances' that are not natural to it, then it also is subject to odd behavior or disease. I think the process of moving from the lower self to the higher self is essentially fixing/regulating each and every tool given to us do what it is supposed to do. As we do that, we will probably experience more and more of the ultimate force or divinity or universal consciousness flowing within us. Best Wishes Ram =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] From dalval14@earthlink.net Fri May 03 16:44:12 2002 Return-Path: X-Sender: dalval14@earthlink.net X-Apparently-To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com Received: (EGP: mail-8_0_3_2); 3 May 2002 23:44:11 -0000 Received: (qmail 87115 invoked from network); 3 May 2002 23:44:11 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 3 May 2002 23:44:11 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.18) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 3 May 2002 23:44:11 -0000 Received: from pool0542.cvx4-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net ([209.178.148.32] helo=earthlink) by goose.prod.itd.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #2) id 173meB-0003Lc-00; Fri, 03 May 2002 16:39:32 -0700 To: "AA-Dal" Subject: PICTURE GALLERY OF CHARACTER Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 16:37:50 -0700 Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="Windows-1252" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook IMO, Build 9.0.2416 (9.0.2910.0) Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.3018.1300 From: X-Yahoo-Group-Post: member; u=52898573 Friday, May 03, 2002 Dear Friends: among the "stories" Mr. Judge wrote is one that illustrates the marvelous quality of the Akasa -- the highest aspect of the Astral Light to record the thoughts, feeling and character of all of us. In one place it is said that no none approaches Theosophy but does not establish a living link with one of these marvelous "galleries". No one is given an idea of where they are located, but all those (it is said) who work for the progress of the world and of humanity in brotherhood, are recording there, moment by moment, their motives and the nature of their work and search. This story ought to give us all cause for a pause, and a deep thought as to the importance of our permanent selves and the work we carry on from life to life. Best wishes Dallas ===================================== THE TELL-TALE PICTURE GALLERY A Tale by W. Q. Judge Although the gallery of pictures about which I now write has long ago been abandoned, and never since its keepers left the spot where it was has it been seen there, similar galleries are still to be found in places that one cannot get into until guided to them. They are now secreted in distant and inaccessible spots--in the Himalaya mountains; beyond them, in Tibet; in underground India; and such mysterious locations. The need for such reports by spies or for confessions by transgressors is not felt by secret fraternities which possess such strange recorders of the doings, thoughts, and conditions of those whom they portray. In the brotherhoods of the Roman Catholic Church, or in Free-masonry, no failure to abide by rules could ever be dealt with unless some one reported the delinquent or he himself made a confession. Every day mason after mason breaks both the letter and spirit of the vows he made, but, no one knowing or making charges, he remains a mason in good standing. The soldier in camp or field oversteps the strictest rules of discipline, yet it if done out of sight of those who could divulge or punish he remains untouched. And in the various religious bodies, the members continually break, either in act or in thought, all the commandments, unknown to their fellows and the heads of the Church, with no loss of standing. But neither the great Roman Church, the Free-masons, nor any religious sect possesses such a gallery as that of which I will try to tell you, one in which is registered every smallest deed and thought. I do not mean the great Astral Light that retains faithful pictures of all we do, whether we be Theosophists or Scoffers, Catholics o