AE in the Irish TheosophistRussell, George William
Religion
AE in the Irish Theosophist
Russell, George William
Theosophy
I had sometimes to journey thither bearing messages from our high
priest, and so as time passed my friendship with Asur grew deep.
That last evening when I sat with him on the terrace that roofed
the temple, he was more silent than I had known him before to be;
we had generally so many things to speak of; for he told me all
his dreams, such vague titanic impulses as the soul has in the
fresh first years of its awakening, when no experience hinders
with memory its flights of aspiration, and no anguish has made
it wise. But that evening there was, I thought, something missing;
a curious feverishness seemed to have replaced the cool and hardy
purity of manner which was natural to him; his eyes had a strange
glow, fitful and eager; I saw by the starlight how restless his
fingers were, they intertwined, twisted, and writhed in and out.
We sat long in the rich night together; then he drew nearer to me
and leaned his head near my shoulder; he began to whisper incoherently
a wild and passionate tale; the man's soul was being tempted.
"Brother" he said, "I am haunted by a vision, by a child of the
stars as lovely as Isthar's self; she visits my dreaming hours,
she dazzles me with strange graces, she bewilders with unspeakable
longing. Sometime, I know, I must go to her, though I perish.
When I see her I forget all else and I have will to resist no longer.
The vast and lonely inspiration of the desert departs from my thought,
she and the jewel-light she lives in blot it out. The thought of
her thrills me like fire. Brother give me help, ere I go mad or die;
she draws me away from earth and I shall end my days amid strange
things, a starry destiny amid starry races."
I was not then wise in these things, I did not know the terrible
dangers that lurk in the hidden ways in which the soul travels.
"This" I said " is some delusion. You have brooded over a fancy
until it has become living; you have filled your creation with
your own passion and it lingers and tempts you; even if it were
real, it is folly to think of it, we must close our hearts to passion
if we would attain the power and wisdom of Gods."
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