Jens Rusch - Portrait of Manly Palmer Hall
Sound is but a shadow thrilling for a moment through the ether to sink again into the fond embrace of silence. Which, then, is greater—the ripple or the mighty ocean with its many eaves and eddies? Creation existing for a second, then gone forever, or space limitless, supreme?
Life is the passing of a breath, fitful, uncertain; the tossing of a pebble into the pool—a splash, a ripple, then stillness unbroken as before.
Time is a dream. Asleep it lies until Creation forms suns and stars, whose passing flight gives day and night and murders out duration.
I dwell in space. With broadness is my mansion measured, endless are my domains, boundless the Spirit that inhabits them. I alone am free, unfettered, limitless.
Creation bows a slave to those steel bands of law that are Creation's base. If ye would freedom seek, search not in all this plan. It is with Me. I am Freedom, yet search Me not. For none can share my liberation till I choose to call form back to formlessness from whence it came.
I am an Emperor ruling only space. I am a Priest giving absolution to myself. I am a Warrior gone forth to fight my shadow—form. I am a Lover, yearning to clasp my bride— Creation—in these arms that close on space alone. I am a Thief, stealing possession
that men may value Me the more. I am a Murdered who in selfishness slays all that I may again possess them. I am a Jealous One, fearing for the souls of those that live within the broadness of my presence.
I bow to that ebb and flow that knows no master and serve with perfect sight the plan that exists only when I give it recognition and bid it be.
I answer prayer. I am he who prays. I curse, and cursed am I. If any strike, I aim the blow and also I receive it. I am God, Man, Nature, Beast, and Demon— all in one.
When men barter, I am the thing they buy. I am the coin with which all debts are paid. I am the Earth, the Water and the Air. Flame flickers out my light and Spirit dwells alone in Me.
The ground you walk upon—I am that earth. The air you breathe—it is my breath which giveth life. I am the food nourishing myself again in you.
Every word my name; every form my body; every eye seeing for Me; every sense telling me of myself; every thought expounding to Me a portion of my mystery sublime.
I tremble in awe before that Majesty which is myself and bow before my own reality. Enter the stillness of thy Heart and pray for Me, for I, the Infinite, have need of prayer.
Life is the passing of a breath, fitful, uncertain; the tossing of a pebble into the pool—a splash, a ripple, then stillness unbroken as before.
Time is a dream. Asleep it lies until Creation forms suns and stars, whose passing flight gives day and night and murders out duration.
I dwell in space. With broadness is my mansion measured, endless are my domains, boundless the Spirit that inhabits them. I alone am free, unfettered, limitless.
Creation bows a slave to those steel bands of law that are Creation's base. If ye would freedom seek, search not in all this plan. It is with Me. I am Freedom, yet search Me not. For none can share my liberation till I choose to call form back to formlessness from whence it came.
I am an Emperor ruling only space. I am a Priest giving absolution to myself. I am a Warrior gone forth to fight my shadow—form. I am a Lover, yearning to clasp my bride— Creation—in these arms that close on space alone. I am a Thief, stealing possession
that men may value Me the more. I am a Murdered who in selfishness slays all that I may again possess them. I am a Jealous One, fearing for the souls of those that live within the broadness of my presence.
I bow to that ebb and flow that knows no master and serve with perfect sight the plan that exists only when I give it recognition and bid it be.
I answer prayer. I am he who prays. I curse, and cursed am I. If any strike, I aim the blow and also I receive it. I am God, Man, Nature, Beast, and Demon— all in one.
When men barter, I am the thing they buy. I am the coin with which all debts are paid. I am the Earth, the Water and the Air. Flame flickers out my light and Spirit dwells alone in Me.
The ground you walk upon—I am that earth. The air you breathe—it is my breath which giveth life. I am the food nourishing myself again in you.
Every word my name; every form my body; every eye seeing for Me; every sense telling me of myself; every thought expounding to Me a portion of my mystery sublime.
I tremble in awe before that Majesty which is myself and bow before my own reality. Enter the stillness of thy Heart and pray for Me, for I, the Infinite, have need of prayer.
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