France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
“Therefore Prayer, issuing from so many trials, is the consummation
of all truths, all powers, all feelings. Fruit of the laborious,
progressive, continued development of natural properties and faculties
vitalized anew by the divine breath of the Word, Prayer has occult
activity; it is the final worship--not the material worship of images,
nor the spiritual worship of formulas, but the worship of the Divine
World. We say no prayers,--prayer forms within us; it is a faculty which
acts of itself; it has attained a way of action which lifts it outside
of forms; it links the soul to God, with whom we unite as the root of
the tree unites with the soil; our veins draw life from the principle of
life, and we live by the life of the universe. Prayer bestows external
conviction by making us penetrate the Material World through the
cohesion of all our faculties with the elementary substances; it bestows
internal conviction by developing our essence and mingling it with that
of the Spiritual Worlds. To be able to pray thus, you must attain to an
utter abandonment of flesh; you must acquire through the fires of the
furnace the purity of the diamond; for this complete communion with the
Divine is obtained only in absolute repose, where storms and conflicts
are at rest.
“Yes, Prayer--the aspiration of the soul freed absolutely from the
body--bears all forces within it, and applies them to the constant and
perseverant union of the Visible and the Invisible. When you possess
the faculty of praying without weariness, with love, with force, with
certainty, with intelligence, your spiritualized nature will presently
be invested with power. Like a rushing wind, like a thunderbolt, it cuts
its way through all things and shares the power of God. The quickness
of the Spirit becomes yours; in an instant you may pass from region to
region; like the Word itself, you are transported from the ends of the
world to other worlds. Harmony exists, and you are part of it! Light is
there and your eyes possess it! Melody is heard and you echo it! Under
such conditions, you feel your perceptions developing, widening; the
eyes of your mind reach to vast distances. There is, in truth, neither
time nor place to the Spirit; space and duration are proportions created
for Matter; spirit and matter have naught in common.
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