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A Treatise on White Magic - Rule Eleven - Analysis of the Three Sentences
Those stages which precede the human are omitted as none who will read these words possess the equipment to comprehend their inner sense. We will begin therefore with the stages in the human kingdom. Stage I The life has climbed the stairway long through daily use of form. Through the lesser three, with progress slow, the long path has been traveled. Another door stands open now. The words sound forth: "Enter upon the way of real desire." The life, that only knows itself as form, enshrouds itself in vivid red, the red of known desire, and through the red all longed-for forms approach, are grasped and held, used and discarded, until the red changes to rose [468] and rose to palest pink, and pink to white. Forth flowers then the pure white rose of life. The tiny rose of living life is seen in bud; not yet the full blown flower. Stage II The picture changes form. Another voice, coming from close at hand utters another phrase. The life continues on its way. "Enter the field where children play and join their game." Awakened to the game of life, the soul passes the gate. The field is green and on its broad expanse the many forms of the one moving Life disport themselves; they weave the dance of life, the many patterned forms God takes. The soul enters "the playground of the Lord" and plays thereon until he sees the star with five bright points, and says: "My Star." The star is but a point of light, not yet a radiant sun. Stage III The way of red desire fails. It loses its allure. The playground of the sons of God no longer holds appeal. The voice which has twice sounded from out the world of form sounds now within the heart. The challenge comes: "Prove thine own worth. Take to thyself the orange ball of thy one-pointed purpose." Responsive to the sounded word, the living soul, immersed in form, emerges from the many forms and hews its onward way. The way of the destroyer comes, the builder and again the tearer down of forms. The broken forms hold not the power to satisfy. The soul's own form is now the great desire, and thus there comes the entering of the playground of the mind. But in these dreams and fantasies, at times a vision comes - a vision of a folded lotus flower, close petered, [469] tightly sealed, lacking aroma yet, but bathed in cold blue light. Orange and blue in some more distant time will blended be, but far off yet the date. Their blending bathes the bud in light and causes future opening. Let the light shine.
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