"The lyre is the brain, the nerves are the strings on which the hands of Apollo play. Apollo
play on the cosmic lyre, on the mighty work of art that the cosmos has formed, and that
causes to resound in human being the tones that compose their soul life."

 

"The Chaldreans looked up to the heaves, and the light of the stars was not merely Maya for
them; it was the script that the gods had imprinted on the physical plane. On the paths of thestars the Chaldrean priest pursued his way back into spiritual worlds, and when he was
initiated, when he learned to know all the beings who inhabited the planets and the stars, he lifted up his eyes and said: "What I see with my eyes when I gaze up to the heavens is the outer expression of what is given me by occult vision, by initiation. When the initating priest endows me with the grace of the perception of the divine, then I see God. But all I see
externally is not mere illusions; I see in it the handwriting of the gods."

 

"Gothic cathedral one feels at home only when it is filled by the believing throng, when the
pious congregation is assembled, when the light of the sun shines through the colored
windowpanes and the colors are diffused by the fine dust particles. Then the preacher in the cathedral pulpit would say:"Even as the light is split into many colors, so is the single spiritual light, the divine force, divided among the crowds of souls and split into the diverse forces of the physical plane."

"This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival,
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all.
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture,

Still treat each quest honourably.
They may be clearing you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing
And invite tem in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from above."

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"Sohbet - extended mystical conversation in which two seekers after God come together and
speak openly to each other about mystical matters. However in the purest Sohbet, words are
not used as the medium of communication - while words remain the perfect currency for
transacting the business of this world, the primary language of the heart is silence. "

 

"Work. Keep digging your well.
Don't think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.
Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
Is a ring on the door.
Keep knocking and the joy inside
Will eventually open a window
And look out to see who's there."

"Determined to understand the world's great religions, he began to read the many-volumed
Encyclopedia of World Religions cover to cover. It detailed the teachings of the major world
religions, each a belief system for thousands and millions of people for centuries. It included the ancient religions of the Aztecs, the Australian aborigenes, the Zulu, The Siberian shamans, the Hasidim, the Babylonians, Shinto, ten schools of Buddhism, a dozen forms of Christianity and hundreds of other religions. Each of these systems had powerful teachings about good and evil and about human nature. Each had a compelling story of the creation other world, and each spoke of gods, spirits, and the divine and how to attain it. When I asked him what he had learned from his reading he said with awe that it wasn't the religions that had struck him so strongly, but the light that shines through them. He realised that all the great religions are merely sets of words and concepts, like screens placed over the great mystery of life. They are the ways that groups of us humans have found to interpret, understand, and feel safe in the face of the unnameable, unknowable, the ever changing song of life."

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