Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost raceWait, Frona Eunice
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Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race
Wait, Frona Eunice
Fantasy fiction; Geographical myths -- Fiction
Soon the veins in Yermah’s hands, and then those in his forehead, stood
out like whipcords. He experienced the same difficulty in breathing, the
same spasmodic action of the heart, as had Orondo. He sighed deeply, and
it was soon apparent that Orondo’s nervous tension was relieved. In the
silence which followed both were busy with the same thoughts.
“When does she go?” Orondo asked, finally.
“The day following to-morrow.”
“Hast thou seen her since?”
“Once only. I have not had speech with her.”
“Twice has she sent to ask after me.”
“Which newly affirms the gentleness of her nature.”
The situation was trying for Yermah, but he humored his companion, as he
saw that speech was a relief to him. He did not suspect Orondo of
knowing that he, too, loved Kerœcia.
“When strength comes again, I must consider the work before me,” said
Orondo, after an eloquent silence. “Duty lays a stern hand on both of
us.”
“The shamans will cause public complaint if I indulge thee in that
direction,” said Yermah. “A sharp reprimand rewarded Setos for his
effort in that line.”
“Setos said nothing to me of that matter,” said Orondo, in surprise.
“But he said that to thee which taxed thy powers of control, and for
this reason he is forbidden to see thee again, to-day. Dost thou wish me
to have a similar experience?”
“The shamans will see that thou hast greatly aided me,” said Orondo, as
the chief shaman came to his bedside accompanied by Akaza.
“The twilight hour approaches, and I have come to worship with thee,”
said the hierophant, making the sign of benediction over Orondo. Turning
to Yermah, he said:
“The Father of the Beginnings have thee in safe keeping.”
“The same rich blessing follow thee,” responded Yermah, as he took
leave.
The principle of Life is alchemical. The chemical elements must be
absorbed in order to give health. As making alchemical gold was really
finding the Perfect Way, so the elixir of life is the proper use of the
astral light composing the photosphere surrounding our physical bodies.
When the astral body is charged with oil, and the physical body is well
supplied with electricity, the secret of magnetism is revealed. The
gypsies are the only people who have preserved the knowledge necessary
to produce this peculiar chemicalization.
The arrow shot by Orion, William Tell and others, is Thought, the
Sagitur; the same as Heracles shot at Helios. The ability of the
individual to project thought determines the possession of occult power.
This force is gained by harmonizing the physical, mental and spiritual
attributes, so that thought may function from any one of these planes.
In other words, it is to have complete possession of all these
faculties.
To project thought, is literally hitting the bull’s eye, as Orion did
when he killed Taurus—the astronomical aspect of the world-old battle
between the higher and the lower self.
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