The prize is the Crown,
The eye is the stone,
Many eyes for many worlds,
This spoke, thus spoke,
Thus is, this throne.
Do eyes look out,
Or should eyes see in?
Behold!
There is naught but for light,
For the vision to win;
And this light falls outside,
And it shines from within.
HIGHER than communicative frequencies there is light: pure light. By definition one could call it extraordinary light, essential in spirit to that light which illumines our world. It is there for the calling. Light transcends everything it comes unto, and amorphises all realities.
Within the light live countless beings who are not to be contrasted by our experience. It is as but a window into miniscule legions who are visible to some; borderline to heavenly recesses.
There are Angels who dwell within the light itself- some to whom it is possible to converse with. They are to be found in humid spots where moisture and light intermingle. It was to these that the great artists addressed calling for their secrets of illumination. So often one may catch the light as it were, depicted in a great painting, actually streaming from the painting itself- from the eyes, from the countenance, from the skies, etc. For such works are not just color upon color, nor shade upon hue, but also with aspect of light. Those who were obedient to such light in principle mastered their depictions of visionary reality.
As too when making study of sculptured form, there is an enormous exchange of light from this and that surface; the difference of which is found by contrasting art to the expressionless form of a shop dummy. It is the light and dark which implies a living spirit. This is why translucent marbles or jades were preferred in great works, enhancing the implied life to an otherwise inanimate form.
The body of light becomes a vehicle for cosmic raying impulses which drive into the matter of the world by such passage. Such emanations within emanations, vary depending upon higher conjunctions, geographical vestibules, reservoirs of influence, in situ to the immediate hemisphere.
For example: light can contain within it remnants of that which it has passed through before reaching that destination to which we focus upon. It has an infinity of space, it has a totality of comprehension. Light, pure light, is distinct and separate to qualifying space; it transcends such realities, it permeates them, they are obedient to it.
The spirit of water provides us with an essential returning to our condition of oneness. It by nature, unifies, incorporates; it is as the blood of all! Water is significant to the ego of our Father God Himself; and this we respect. His Principal Being lent itself to that of Water.
Light is distinct from Water, it is manifestly active and by its nature is distinction. Life unfolds through light. Light may contain all and yet the mystery is that it singly illumines. We may be selective in life because of the properties light individually provides. To distinguish thus is provision for activity. Each gradient of light meets, impacts, one thing unto another. There is an interaction of awareness, a consciousness, a relationship, all because of the properties of illumination. This in the Trinity, is of the Son for it is Christ who encompasses all of the world, and yet also brings to it individual distinction whereupon all small details are significant. There becomes the activity of individuality within the all-binding fluidal purity of God.
Thus the ancients revered glass, clear glass, as depicting solid representation of holy water. How remarkable, thought they, of the manufacture of great holy qualities. It appears, but does not appear to appear, when perfectly clear! And then by tinctures of substance, came colorants for the sun to pass through and bring colors upon. These colors illuminated - be them of Mars or of Mercury, the body of the Sun itself, etc. - these colors beheld in the glass explain to us also, something of the property/influences as carried upon the light itself.
There is a further mystery in manifestation, that which is most usually overlooked. It is that of the holy linkages: that matter itself is not despicable in reality, but holy and spiritual firstly, in actuality. If we cannot arrive at such solemn respect for that which daily greets us we may not receive fully the blessings which the graciousness of life does warrant. Life is, as it were, a total package!
Therefore, one may distinguish many views with much detail, but only after the acceptance of 'the reality of oneness' as is so commonly referred to today. Every speck is valuable. Light itself is not selective, it does however, enable us to be so.
Physical matter is as a ghost to heaven. It so rapidly comes and goes, it does dissolve - it is the sheath of our expression - it is motivated, it is imbued, and it is holy because of holy decree. Physical matter is spun out from the stuff of etheric fiber and watery mass - with one other principle, as yet unmentioned: the fires of Divine Will.
Thus we have now the Trinity:-
FIRE
WATER LIGHT
- that is: Divine Water, Divine Light and Divine Fire.
See how the passive light opposes the active fire? The principles of these three may be experienced singly in meditation.
The experience of the Divine Fires of the Divine Will is that of the motivating quickening to life; that which provides the strength and the leverage to enable us to open the lids of our eyes; that which inspires breath, that for which combustion follows and exertion exerts.
These three principle realities are known to the spirit wherever he travels. They are there. Come plane, come sphere, come globe, come world: water, light and fire are both manifest and manifestative. They may not be apparent or active, however, they are nonetheless there. These three principles are essential and predisposing to Cosmic Laws. They are holy and intrinsic characteristics which move in and around the structures of definitive laws. Manifestation is obedient to certain laws, however they - the laws - are obedient to the Trinity.
I shall go to the water's edge,
And thank Thee for my being.
I shall light my little candle,
And see how the fire does consume it.
I shall praise the light -
And regard the fires with stern respect,
For too much life becomes as death,
As clarity itself, you cannot see -
As light on light, too bright for me.
And thank Thee for my being.
I shall light my little candle,
And see how the fire does consume it.
I shall praise the light -
And regard the fires with stern respect,
For too much life becomes as death,
As clarity itself, you cannot see -
As light on light, too bright for me.




















