They shall not pass when so disqualified.” This is ordeal by Fire in the truest sense for if a single speck of earthly dross remains within their Minds, the fiery glow will seize upon that mote and burn it up. It is cut off from earth and all the spheres below it and above, by walls of leaping flames that sear the Minds of those not qualified and blind their sight, so that, perforce, they must return to those abodes for which they are equipped by nature of their attributes of spiritual modulation.

A Holy Barrier that none but Holy Souls of Purity and Wisdom ever pass. Sacred and inviolable in its Purity it lies between the lower Astral Worlds and the Heavenly Realms. “This is the Prince-dom of the Rulers in the World of Astral Fire. “How lovely!” breathed Ma-uti, overcome by the felicity of all this glory.

Singing birds did chant their songs of jubilation and of joy and peacocks, birds of paradise, and butterflies bedecked with shining greens and blues and reds deluged the senses with rapture. Terraces, and lovely gardens full of flowers bewitched the eyes and softly splashing fountains murmured mystic songs and rose up golden in the air, to fall like sprays of shining gems within their basins.

Within the dreaming voids of deep Illusion.įollowing Neteru-Hem, Ma-u and Ma-uti ascended a hill, and when they reached the top, a wonderful landscape lay spread before and around them.īathed in the golden radiance, several beautiful white marble Temples rose up in all directions and in the distance a circle of fairy-like castles was silhouetted on the horizon, floating, as it were, in golden transparent clouds of aureate haze.īright yellow flashes shone forth when a ray of light struck the golden ornaments with which the buildings were decorated in exquisite and choice designs, and green, blue and red flames leapt from the thousands of blazing jewels which covered the fabric of the wondrous structures a carnival of pyrotechnical delight. The Golden Star VISION 6 The Astral Fire GOLD-STONE The living Fires aboundĪll brilliant Fires from God’s own Breast,Īlong which ev’ry Soul or Thing must wend its way,

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