The Inner Voice Of Silence
Pure awareness
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.NB. This phrase came to mind yesterday in a reply. Interestingly, I just looked to see if anyone had used this phrase before, and someone had – H.P Blavatsky.
The Inner Voice Of Silence
Pure awareness
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.NB. This phrase came to mind yesterday in a reply. Interestingly, I just looked to see if anyone had used this phrase before, and someone had – H.P Blavatsky.
http://www.theosociety.org/pasadena/voice/voice1.htm
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Still mudding around… From The Voice of the Silence by H. P. Blavatsky
“There is but one road to the Path; at its very end alone the “Voice of the Silence” can be heard. The ladder by which the candidate ascends is formed of rungs of suffering and pain; these can be silenced only by the voice of virtue.
.. Woe, then, to thee, Disciple, if there is one single vice thou hast not left behind. For then the ladder will give way and overthrow thee; its foot rests in the deep mire of thy sins and failings, and ere thou canst attempt to cross this wide abyss of matter thou hast to leave thy feet in Waters of Renunciation. Beware lest thou should’st set a foot still soiled upon the ladder’s lowest rung. Woe unto him who dares pollute one rung with miry feet. The foul and viscous mud will dry, become tenacious, then glue his feet unto the spot, and like a bird caught in the wily fowler’s lime, he will be stayed from further progress. His vices will take shape and drag him down. His sins will raise their voices like as the jackal’s laugh and sob after the sun goes down; his thoughts become an army, and bear him off a captive slave.
.. Now here, now there, these rays illumine it, like sun-sparks light the earth through the thick foliage of the jungle growth. But, O Disciple, unless the flesh is passive, head cool, the soul as firm and pure as flaming diamond, the radiance will not reach the chamber, its sunlight will not warm the heart, nor will the mystic sounds of the Âkâśic heights reach the ear, however eager, at the initial stage..”
The mud again, dried-uo this time, even harder to get rid of .. 🙂 “The foul and viscous mud will dry, become tenacious, then glue his feet unto the spot, and like a bird caught in the wily fowler’s lime, he will be stayed from further progress.” Thanks Tony for this link..