Lord of Mind I have learned to withdraw my Soul from the senses as the tortoise withdraws itself within its shell. When action is prompt direct purposeful and the time wasted in meditation is more than saved by my directness strength of mind-engendered act. noble aspiration is a germ, which my Soul would work out into a splendid realisation in Devachan, bringing back to earth for my next incarnation my mental image. when opportunity offers and suitable environment presents itself for my mind sphere the sphere of creation earth only the place for materialising my pre-existent thought. my soul an architect working out my plans in silence deep meditation bringing them forth into the outer world where my edifice is to be builded out of the knowledge gained in my past life. my Soul draws my plans for the next and returns to earth to put into objective material form the edifices i have planned. my ignorance leaves me a prey to all the illusions of gross matter as a child looking through a piece of blue glass imagining all the outside world to be blue. The object of a cycle of incarnation is to free me from these illusions that when Im surrounded by a working gross matter i retain clear clever vision not be blinded by illusion as being less removed from my essential Divine life Im less encased in matter less deluded by its swiftly-changing appearances Slowly gradually by reiterated experiences gross matter loses its power over I instead I becomes my servant instead of a tyrant In the partial freedom of Devachan in assimilating my experiences on earth still partly dominated by them at first indeed completely dominated by them that the devachanic life is merely a sublimated continuation of the earth-life gradually freeing myself more and more as i recognises them as transitory and external until I move through any region of our universe with unbroken self-consciousness a true Lord of Mind, the free and triumphant God triumph of the Divine Nature manifest in my flesh subduing every form of matter to be the obedient instrument of Spirit. i moves in eternity like a pendulum between the hours of life and death, the hours of my posthumous life when unveiled i stands face to face with truth the short-lived mirages of my terrestrial existence are far from me compose Or make up my ideas the only reality Which breaks in spite of the fact that they are finite perfecting myself constantly following without vacillation very slowly the road leading to my last transformation reaching my aim at last becoming a Divine Being like a bee collecting its honey from every flower leaving the rest to feed the worms of the earth my spiritual individuality collecting only the nectar of moral qualities consciousness from every terrestrial personality in which i have to clothe myself forced by Karma I unites at last all these qualities in one I become a perfect being
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