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The Rays and the Initiations - Appendix
The Hidden Portal An immense cone of fire is seen in the midst of an arid desert. A man stands in front of the scene in an attitude of indecision. The cone stands between the man and a fruitful country. Rises the cone from out the arid waste. Naught but its heat is felt, naught but its glare is seen. Its flames have swept the country and left the desert bare. It radiates forth a fire that devours all before it. All green things die and the dwellers on the sphere recede before its flame, scorching and burning, cruel and superb. White is its inner heart, red the surrounding flame, and yellow the spreading fire. Like a mantle of fierce heat it shuts out the vision and obscures the beyond. Like a pall of rosy red tinged with an orange deep it veils all the distance. From out the country full and green, across the arid waste had traveled far the Pilgrim. Naught had he held and kept, naught save his strong desire, back on the road he might not go, but onward to the fire. From out that cone of fire, echoing from its heart, swift to his ears a voice that said: "Behold the place of God." From out the cone of fire a note fell on his ear that touched a chord within his breast, and awakened quick response. [766] Press on, O Pilgrim, towards the flame; brave the fierce ardor of the fire; enter within the portal which is hidden by its light. The door is there, unseen, unknown, watched by the Lords of Flame. Deep in the heart of yellow, close by the outer rim, lies the key that holds hid the secret. The threshold of that inner door, the step unseen that must be reached, will meet the feet within the fringe of flame. Put forth the hand and touch the door, knock thrice with pure intent. A voice will answer to that call. The words will sound: "Who is it seeks the way?"
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