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The Electronic World
“The Electronic World is the Solar World of Light, the world of the Spirit. Those who have Spirit, those who possess an Electronic Body, exercise power over the Molecular, Cellular, and Mineral Worlds. Those who possess an Electronic Body are in a position to help their disciples create their own Souls. Any true instructor teaches his disciples to create Soul. Any man with Soul is a true reformer. A man with Soul can help his disciples, teaching them the theory of acquisition of their Soul. But only a man who has an Electronic Body can work with the embryonic Souls in the same way that a man with a Cellular Body can work with the Earth’s minerals.
Certain affirmations saying that human beings have Soul and Spirit have been exaggerated. In fact, within the human Essence there exists a fraction of the Causal Being, but this fraction is only the prime material that life has given us to make Soul.
Whoever makes Soul fuses himself with the great Universal Soul. Whoever makes Spirit is united with the Universal Spirit of Life.”
-Master Samael Aun Weor, from his, “Book of the Dead: The Four Circles”
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Sri Ramana Maharshi photo jh_028 (b&w) 481 × 500
“This man had freed himself from all problems, and no one can touch him.”
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The last day of my visit arrives and yet I am no closer to him.
My stay has been a tantalising mixture of sublime moods and disappointing failures to effect any worthwhile personal contact with the Maharshi. I look around the hall and feel a slight despondency. Most of these men speak a different language, both outwardly and inwardly; how can I hope to come closer to them? I look at the Sage himself. He sits there on Olympian heights and watches the panorama of life as one apart. There is a mysterious property in this man which differentiates him from all others I have met. I feel, somehow, that he does not belong to us, the human race, so much as he belongs to Nature, to the solitary peak which rises abruptly behind the hermitage, to the rough track of the jungle which stretches away into distant forests, and to the impenetrable sky which fills all space.
Something of the stony, motionless quality of lonely Arunachala seems to have entered into the Maharshi. I have learned that he has lived on the hill for about twenty years and refuses to leave it, even for a single short journey. Such a close association must inevitably have its effects on a man’s character. I know that he loves this hill, for someone has translated a few lines of a charming but pathetic poem which the Sage has written to express this love. Just as this isolated hill rises out of the jungle’s edge and rears its squat head to the sky, so does this strange man raise his own head in solitary grandeur, nay, in uniqueness, out of the jungle of common humanity. Just as Arunachala, Hill of the Sacred Beacon, stands aloof, apart from the irregular chain of hills which girdles the entire landscape, so does the Maharshi remain mysteriously aloof even when surrounded by his own devotees, men who have loved him and lived near him for years. The impersonal, impenetrable quality of all Nature - so peculiarly exemplified in this sacred mountain - has somehow entered into him. It has segregated him from his weak fellows, perhaps forever. Sometimes I catch myself wishing that he would be a little more human, a little more susceptible to what seems so normal to us, but so like feeble failings when exhibited in his impersonal presence. And yet, if he has really attained to some sublime realisation beyond the common, how can one expect him to do so without leaving his laggard race behind forever? Why is it that under his strange glance I invariably experience a peculiar expectancy, as though some stupendous revelation will soon be made to me?
Yet beyond the moods of palpable serenity and the dream which stars itself in the sky of memory, no verbal or other revelation has been communicated to me. I feel somewhat desperate at the pressure of time. Almost a fortnight has gone and only a single talk that means anything! Even the abruptness in the Sage’s voice has helped, metaphorically, to keep me off. This unwanted reception is also unexpected, for I have not forgotten the glowing inducements to come here with which the yellow-robed holy man plied me. The tantalising thing is that I want the Sage, above all other men, to loosen his tongue for me, because a single thought has somehow taken possession of my mind. I do not obtain it by any process of ratiocination; it comes unbidden, entirely of its own accord.
“This man had freed himself from all problems, and no one can touch him.”
Such is the purport of this dominating thought.
In THE MAHARSHI AND HIS MESSAGE - SELECTION FROM A Search in Secret India By PAUL BRUNTON (Page 34)
http://www.sriramanamaharshi.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Maharshi_and_His_Message.pdf
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The “Divine Comedy” by Ezio Anichini
Dante Alighieri had a major influence on the career of his fellow citizen Ezio Anichini (1886-1948).
The Florentine artist – who collaborated with magazines such as “Almanacco italiano Bemporad”, “Il Giornalino della Domenica”, and “Scena illustrata” since the very early 1900s – often worked on portraits of the famous poet, represented scenes from his works, and illustrated postcards to celebrate the 600-year anniversary of Dante’s death, in 1921.
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“Witches’ luck,” from Woodmyth & Fable, written and illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton, 1905.Here’s my collection of vintage witches and witchcraft imagery.
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