Through the longing prayer of the initiate an Angel was compelled
to revelation, and proclaimed,
"Behold!"
Thereby at once losing
sense of self the initiate was borne forth to bear witness to a
wonder, and to a single eye a myriad multitude of eyes gazed back
in reflection.
There in that vision of visions were a whirlwind of colors, shifting
in tides. From a central point stars streamed forth alongside the
routes of beams fine as filaments, finer than the Angel's hair.
Other stars returned to gather again at their source, and in all
of this a great whirring roared, like the music from an endless
number of orchestras. Spellbound, and numb of mundane senses, the
initiate stared fixedly at the celestial machine of the Cosmos,
and there found own self within it, and knew it also to be within
the self.
The Angel spoke, with
words that seemed chanted, "Here all Divine Names are sung,
issuing from the Center, then echoing back again. All things that
exist by the art of Divine creation arise from the Source through
this Foundation of Light and Sound. And your eye of eyes now bears
witness to the truth that all that exists both seen and unseen is
rife with life. As though through a prism each thing is seperated,
made wholly unique, so that it sings it's own individual praise
to the Divine, yet ever remains integral to the One."
Directing a keen focus
at the initiate the Angel continued, it's eyes blazing with fire,
" Herein this vision is the Knowledge whereby Fools may become
as true Kings, or through which kings may make a mockery of their
rule. This is the path of discernment and discretion, and from that
forebearing of temperance will be found the key to the Art. Make
your aim true, and the Heart of hearts will guide home and bring
into It's breast your fiery arrow."
"Behold the Gate.
It stands before you. To proceed to the greatest Treasure of all
treasures you must correctly answer the question that the Gate poses:"
"For
what reason and intent do you wish to pass?"
With that the Angel had
finished speaking and, without bowing it's head, it smiled. That
smile broke into a dazzling radiance, as the brightest dawn of Aurora.
The initiate looked on
in wonder, yet while so doing the awareness of a darkness began
to unfold; the shadow-self that had grown even darker from the brilliance
cast through the words of the Angel, and the vision that had been
seen.
Rather than revile that darkness, and with the Knowledge that the
Angel had imparted, the initiate lamented over and kissed the shadow-self,
and the two enfolded. For the initiate now knew that if the healing
is to have begun the two must join in the perfect harmony of the
One.
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Yet as
the Light ebbed and the vision passed from sight, the question remained
burning.
It strove for it's answer in the mind and heart of the initiate.
