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For Meditation
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NOTE: After completing the ceremony which accompanies this printed sheet, you shall place yourself in a
comfortable position with good lights by which to read; then, in a relaxed condition and at Peace, read care­
fully the following dialogue, as much as you possibly can at one time. It will bring to your mind what you have
just passed through: The dialogue given here will give you much food for thought; therefore, read it for the
purpose of meditation. After you have completed the reading of this dialogue, ponder over it, reread certain
parts of it that impress you, and finally retire, if possible, with its passages still in your mind, and dwell upon
them as you fall asleep. You may reread it many times after this one occasion and find help in it each time.
This dialogue has been called “ the most wonderful poem of the century.” It was written solely for those who have
taken the steps you are now taking. In this dialogue, the Neophyte is sitting before his mirror and lighted
candles, speaking to the soul reflection in the mirror, and the Soul answers the Neophyte as though it were the
Cosmic Soul or the Universal Soul, speaking from its place in the Cosmic.

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The Soul of the Neophyte speaking:

“ Mystic Candles, thy light descends on me,
M y life’s enigma is explain’d by thee.
’Tis because thy kindly flames I hail
As lire derived from fonts that never fail;
Flames which enlighten—in thy splendors bright
I see myself derived from thy pure light
Oh, immortal soul of Cosmic space,
From the Eternal Day my days I trace,
And ask the Cosmic Soul to speak
To self— that outer self so weak.

“M y shining birthright makes all glories fade,
No light shall cast the inner light in shade;
Who seeks to shroud or dim that sacred beam,
I hold thereby would God Himself blaspheme;
Attest it, Laws, which truth’s most holy plan
Graved deep within the incorporeal man
When first engender’d from that virtue’s breast—
Words in Truth’s Temple heard ye, too, attest!”

The Cosmic Soul replies from Space:
“ Resplendent type of Cosmic’s mighty power,
Of my pure essence the most perfect flower—
Majestic man, thy high election know!
If forth on thee my secret unctions flow,
’Tis to confirm the mission of thy birth,
M y justice making known through all the earth,
Bearing my light through falsehood’s dark domain,
By thine own self declared my grandeur’s reign.”

The Soul of the Neophyte replies:
“ Ye elements, in all your actions bound
Still blindly follow your unending round—
Not yours the functions of the Gods to share;
Man— of that right Divine— alone is heir;
Exclusive Minister of Wisdom’s laws,
Beams from the sun supreme, he only draws,
Their splendors darting all the dark disperse,
And God in man shines o’er the universe.
Is man a God? What strange deceit is here!
Behold this prodigy divine appear
Vested in weakness, with disgrace his crown—
What foe has stripp’d him of his old renown?
Not king but captive now, to sense a thrall,
And, exiled far from his imperial hall,
The sacred accents of the heavenly shore,
The harp’s harmonious strains he hears no more.”

The Cosmic Soul replies:
“ O’er all that lives his once established right,
Peace to its empire gave beneath my sight;
Ye slaves who now your ancient lord subdue,
Peace, when he seeks, must be implored of you!
Once from life’s stream he drew, which heard my voice,
And, leaping down, did earth with fruits rejoice;
What waters now will make that desert bear?
Tears from his eyes alone, descending there!
To him alone this agony refer
Who did my justice and its stripes incur,
M y law renounced, invoked to aid his reign
Foul falsehood’s hosts, and, ’gainst me arm’d in vain;
For hope on crime establish’d soon betray’d,
The priest of idols was their victim made.
Death the one fruit such service bears its slave,
And life the costly sacrifice he gave.”

The Soul of the Neophyte questions:
“ Eternal God, did man’s most hapless race

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The Cosmic Soul replies:

“ Volcanic forces, in their gulfs compress’d,
By rocks and torrents are denied all rest,
But the fierce flame leaps round them and subdues—
Do thou, 0 timid man, like forces use!
A constant power direct to rend the chain,
To burst the bar, and thus thy freedom gain;
Inert are they, nor shall withstand thy strength,
Far from their fragments shalt thou soar at length,
Released from prison chamber there
The Master of thy cycle’s stair!

“ When the swift lightning, ere the thunder’s peal,
Doth all the vault of heaven by fire reveal,
It manifests a master to the air;
Such work is thine; discern thy symbol there.
Lo, I have launch’d thee from the starry height,
’Tis thou who dartest downward trailing light,
And, flash-like striking on the earthly ground,
Dost with the shocks to thy first heaven rebound.

“ Man is the secret sense of all which seems;
All other doctrines are but idle dreams,
Let Nature, far from all contention, own,
While his grand fate is by her day-star shown.
To vaster laws adjusted, he shall reign,
Earth for his throne, and his star-crown attain,
The universal world his empire wait,
A royal court restore his ancient state,
And, by the Rosy Cross he shall reveal
Himself as Master at the Wheel!”

The Soul of the Neophyte replies:

“ That voice restores me! Angels free from sin,
Agents of God, who dwells your hearts within,
M y transports share! A jealous lord is He,
But for my wisdom and felicity—
To justify mine origin sublime—
To bare the treasures of my natal clime—
That I with you may draw from springs above
The draughts of science and the draughts of love,
And through my meditations at the shrine,
Find in my mirrored self the Self Divine.

“ 0, if such self, despite the void between,
Impel you sometimes toward this earthly scene,
W ill not its virtues and its powers upraise
Us earthly dwellers from your heavenly ways?
O, Cosmic self, whatever chance betide,
May nought your nature from mine own divide,
May my poor aura to mix with yours be meet,
And in your council may I find a seat!

“ Sacred and Saintly Truth! Thy voice I hear
Thine is the victory, Thy word comes near;
By candle light and rays of the Rosy Cross
I see the pure and sense the dropping dross;
This sacred hour each day all care allays
While mystic love my earnest prayers obeys.
Then in the silvered glass I see
Two candle lights— plus one— the three.

“ Their beams divine, transmute the sense of sight
Till scene and eye diffuse the same rich light.
0 point Divine, with darkness all unmix’d,
For God therein His holy place hath fix’d.
Time’s twisted paths beneath my feet swim by,_
1 lose them leaping towards eternity.

“And in the silence I wait Thy grace
Oh, Holy One of Cosmic space,

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