It is still to be perfected by the races, even by the new races, who must be born bright with its untried magic.... But so long as it is idolatry to that which is subject to change, it is hourly impregnating the life itself with the seeds of pain.... You are called to the love of Souls. Sooner or later you must go. It is the Path. It is the steep path to the Master. You give up all to go this way--and then you laugh to find it all returned in lovelier dimensions. You take your idolatry from the plane of mutation--lift it into the glorious and changeless plateaus of the spirit.... You turn from the Seen to the Unseen. This is the passage. You are called to go alone a little way--to be worthy of the great Meeting. You carry your gifts of the passage woven into the Seamless Robe of your being. All that impedes day by day you cast aside, as an army making a perilous retreat casts off day by day its impedimenta--until at last you stand naked upon the eminence, and the Voice says, "Be not Ashamed--I am the Beloved...." * * * * * Out of slaveries.... We think at first that God is without--at last we look for Him within. We come from the happiness of the Father's House making our great journey, but our Soul's quest continually is for the happiness again. Yet we must not look back. It is failure to go back. That which we have left unfinished, is not behind, but awaiting ahead. We are slaves to our bodily health until we learn that the body is superbly fitted for obedience to the Soul; that it comes into its rhythm and beauty only when mastered. Indeed the very process of mastery is to lead it to the Fountain of Youth. We learn that truly to be rich, we must give continually. We learn by the quickenings of our spirit that white lines run from the brows of all creatures to an apex which is God--that God is all. All is God.... All is one. We are one. We are brothers. One house for all at the end of the Road.... We find the King in our own Souls. We learn from that that all men are Kings. We bow to all Souls. All souls are rays of God. We come at last to see the sons of God in the eyes of passing men. Our passion now is outpoured. That is joy. We ask nothing but to give, to heal,--to permit the spirit of the Healing Masters to flow through us, but first we clear away the obstructions of the self. Achieving our own chastity, we perceive the potential chastity in every face. We are deluded no longer. The imbecile cannot hide our eyes from the Flame. All purity must be found within. We have no fault with others when we are cleansed. We see the heroes then, the giants, the runners, the singers, the charioteers. * * * * * We learn that we can give nothing real away--that all we do for others is service for ourselves. We give pain for joy, time for eternity, the human for the divine--give to receive, give to be radiant. We must be Flame to be fed by the Flame Itself.