Judge, William Quan, 1851-1896; Theosophists -- United States -- Correspondence; Theosophy
I do not say that you must attain to that calm _now_ or give up seeking
the Way; but I do say that you must admit that such an attainment must
be absolutely tried for. For of such is the trial, and why should we
care? _We must some day be able to stand any shock_, and to get ready
for that time we must be now triumphant over some smaller things. Among
others is the very position you and I are now in; that is, standing
our ground and feeling ourselves so much and so awfully alone. But
we know that They have left us a commandment. That we keep, although
now and then objects, senses, men, and time conspire to show us that
Masters laugh at us. It is all a delusion. It is only one consequence
of our past Karma now burning itself out before our eyes. The whole
phantasmagoria is only a picture thrown up against the Screen of Time
by the mighty magic of Prakriti (Nature). But you and I are superior
to Nature. Why, then, mind these pictures? Part of that very screen,
however, being our own mortal bodies, we can't help the _sensation_
derived therefrom through our connection with the body. It is only
another form of cold or heat; and what are they? They are vibrations;
they are _felt_; they do not really exist in themselves. So we can
calmly look on the picture as it passes fragmentarily through those
few square feet contained within the superficial boundaries of our
elementary frame. We _must_ do so, for it is a copy of the greater, of
the universal form. For we otherwise will never be able to understand
the greater picture. Now, then, is there not many a cubic inch of your
own body which is entitled to know and to be the Truth in greater
measure than now? And yet you grieve for the ignorance of so many other
human beings! Grieve on; and I grieve too. Do not imagine that I _am_
what is there written. Not so. I am grieving just the same outwardly,
but inwardly trying what I have just told you. And what a dream all
this is. Here I am writing you so seriously, and now I see that you
know it all quite well and much better than I do.
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