The Theosophical Path Illustrated Monthly Volume 1, July-December, 1911
Religion
The Theosophical Path Illustrated Monthly Volume 1, July-December, 1911
Theosophy -- Periodicals
And why these cheating experiences of the Soul? Are they the chiding
hand of a God or the mocking malice of a fiend; or are we the sport
of a Chance whose utter indifference outclasses alike the wrath of
deity and the malice of devil? The answer is a commonsense one. Life
is not a cradle of down nor a pleasure-garden. It is a drama full of
incident, an enterprise full of adventure, a world full of people.
In it we find the helper and the adversary; and if there are sirens
and wicked giants, there are also the meed of victory, the bride won,
the warrior's home-coming. Life is worth while, for the triumphs it
contains; and it is because we aspire to the triumphs that we engage in
the fights, though our lower nature, the mere varlet, may cry out at
the discomfort. The Dragon, once defeated, becomes our ally.
If we would win beauty and truth, we must not seek in them mere balm
for the senses, but rise in our strength and be worthy of them. What is
worth having is not to be had for the taking.
Beauty rhymes with duty.
Truth rhymes with ruth.
Tarry not in the pleasure grounds of sense, heed not the sweet voices
of illusion, thou who aspirest to wisdom--say the ancient teachings.
It is the illusion produced by the senses and desires that we have to
overcome, if we would not be dashed on the rocks of the Lorelei.
LORELEI
(Heinrich Heine)
Ich weisz nicht was soll es bedeuten
Dass ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen von alten Zeiten
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt
Und ruhig flieszt der Rhein,
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold'nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar;
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme
Und singt ein Lied dabei
Das hat eine wundersame
Gewaltige Melodei.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh'
Er sieht nicht die Felsenriffe
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh'.
Ich glaube die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn,
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen
Die Lorelei gethan.
[Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. THE ROCK OF THE
LORELEI]
[Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. THE WESTERN
FOUR-TOED SALAMANDER (_Batrachoseps attenuatus_)]
THE WESTERN FOUR-TOED SALAMANDER: by Percy Leonard
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