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Lógica e fé
Negação do eu e afirmação do eu
Como fazer parar a roda do tempo
Chorando e rindo
Bennoon: Perdoai-me, Mestre, mas vossa lógica deixa-me confuso pela ilogicidade.
Mirdad: Não me admiras, Bennoon; tu foste chamado "o juiz". Há de insistir sobre a lógica do caso antes de o decidires. Tens sido juiz tanto tempo e ainda não descobriste que a única utilidade da lógica é libertar o homem da lógica e levá-lo à fé que conduz à Compreensão?
A lógica é a imaturidade tecendo uma teia de aranha para apanhar o beemote (colosso do conhecimento Jó 40:15) do conhecimento. Quando a lógica atinge a maioridade, ela estrangula-se em suas próprias redes e transmuta-se na fé, que é o conhecimento mais profundo.
A lógica é a fé, que é o conhecimento mais profundo.
A lógica é a muleta do aleijado; mas é uma carga para quem tem pés ligeiros, e maior carga ainda para quem tem asas.
A lógica é a fé na segunda infância. A fé é a lógica que atingiu a maturidade. Quando tua lógica atingir a maturidade, Bennoon, como logo se dará, tu já não falarás em lógica.
Bennoon: Para sair do oro da roda do tempo e passar ao eixo é necessário que neguemos a nós mesmos. Pode o homem negar sua própria existência?
Mirdad: Para isso, realmente, terás de negar o eu, que é um joguete nas mãos do tempo, e assim afirmar o ser, que é imune às brincadeiras do tempo.
Bennoon: Pode a negação de um ser constituir a afirmação de outro?
Mirdad: Sim, negar o eu é afirmar o ser. Enquanto aquele morre para mudar, este nasce para jamais mudar. A maior parte dos homens vive para morrer. Felizes são os que morrem para viver.
Bennoon: No entanto o homem ama sua identidade. Como pode ele mergulhar em Deus e ainda estar consciente de sua própria identidade?
Mirdad: É prejuízo para o regato perder-se no Mar e estar assim consciente de sua identidade com o Mar? Para o homem, perder sua identidade em Deus é somente perder sua sombra e encontrar a essência sem sombra de seu ser.
Micaster: Como pode o homem, criatura do tempo, libertar-se das muletas do tempo?
Mirdad: Assim como a morte te livrará da morte e a vida te libertará da vida, o tempo te libertará do tempo. O homem se cansará tanto das mudanças, que tudo nele ansiará e almejará apaixonadamente por aquilo que é mais poderoso do que as mudanças; e é certo que se encontrará a si mesmo.
Felizes os que almejam, pois estão já no limiar da liberdade. É a eles que busco; é para eles que prego. Não vos busqueis a vós, porque ouvi aquilo que almejáveis?
Mas ai daqueles que se embalam nas voltas do tempo e nelas procuram sua liberdade e paz. Tão logo sorriem para nascer e já principiam a chorar para morrer. Tão logo se enchem, são imediatamente esvaziados. Mal acabam de apanhar a pomba da paz, e ela se transforma, suas mãos no abutre da guerra. Quanto mais pensam que sabem, menos em verdade conhecem. Quanto mais avançam, mais na verdade retrocedem. Quanto mais alto sobem, mais fundo caem.
Para estes minhas palavras serão vagas e irritantes murmurações; serão como orações no hospício ou como tochas acesas diante de cegos. Enquanto também eles não ansiarem pa liberdade, não terão os ouvidos abertos para minhas palavras.
Himbal: (chorando) Não só me abristes os ouvidos, Mestre, mas também o coração. Perdoai o Himbal surdo e cego de ontem.
Mirdad: Suprime as lágrimas, Himbal. Uma lágrima jamais pode tornar-se um olho que busca os horizontes além do tempo e do espaço.
Deixa que aqueles que se riem, quando o dedos ágeis do tempo lhes fazem cócegas, chorem quando sua pele for despedaçada pelas unhas do próprio tempo.
Deixa que aqueles que dançam e cantam à radiante mocidade, combaleiem e gemam às rugas da velhice.
Deixa que os foliões dos carnavais do tempo cubram a cabeça com cinzas em seus funerais.
Tu, porém, deves estar sempre sereno. No caleidoscópio das mudanças, procura somente o que é imutável.
Nada há, no tempo, que valha uma lágrima. Nada há que valha uma gargalhada. A face que ri e a que chora estão ambas desfiguradas e cotorcidas.
Queres evitar o sal das lágrimas? Evita, então, as contorções do riso.
A lágrima, ao evaporar-se, torna-se em riso escarninho. O riso escarninho, quando condensado, torna-se uma lágrima.
Não sejas volátil para o riso nem condensável para a tristeza, mas serenamente igual para ambos.
Lectorium Rosicrucianum
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Logic and faith
Self-denial and affirmation of self
How to stop the wheel of time
Crying and laughing
Bennoon : Forgive me , Master, but your logic leaves me confused by illogicality .
Mirdad : Do not admire me , Bennoon : thou wast called " The Judge" . There insist on the logic of the case before you decide . You have been a judge so long and still not figured out that the only use of logic is to free man of logic and take him to the faith that leads to understanding ?
Logic is immaturity weaving a spider to catch the behemoth ( Job 40:15 colossus of knowledge ) knowledge . When the user reaches adulthood , she chokes up on their own networks and transforms itself in faith , which is the deepest knowledge.
The logic is faith , which is the deepest knowledge.
The logic is the crutch of a cripple , but it is a burden for those with light feet , and even greater burden to those who have wings .
The logic is faith during childhood . Faith is the logic that has reached maturity. When your logic is reaching maturity , Bennoon , how soon will , thou shalt speak no longer in logic.
Bennoon : To exit the wheel pray and spend time axis is needed to deny ourselves . Can a man deny his own existence ?
Mirdad : To do so , really , you have to deny self , which is a plaything in the hands of time , and thus affirm the being who is immune to the play time.
Bennoon : It may be the denial of a claim form the other?
Mirdad : Yes , I deny the being is affirmed . While that dies to change , this rises to ever change . Most men live to die . Blessed are those who die to live .
Bennoon : However the man loves his identity . How can it soak in God and still be conscious of their own identity ?
Mirdad : Is prejudice to the stream lost in the sea and being well aware of his identity with the Sea ? For men, losing their identity in God is just losing his shadow and find the essence of your being without a shadow .
Micaster : How can man , creature of time , break free from the crutches of time?
Mirdad : As death will redeem you from death and life will free you from life, time will set you free time. The man will tire much of the changes , everything in it and longed passionately yearn for what is more powerful than changes , and is sure to find himself.
Blessed are those who crave because they are already on the threshold of freedom . It is to them that I seek , is for them to nail. Not you seek not ye , for I heard what almejáveis ?
But woe to those who are packed on the weather turns on them and seek their freedom and peace. As soon smile at sunrise and principiam already crying to die . As soon fill are immediately emptied . Ill just take the dove of peace , and she becomes , in her hands Vulture War . The more they think they know , at least know the truth . The more advance , more actually kick . The higher you climb , the deeper fall .
For these are my words and vague murmurings annoying , as prayers will be in hospice or as torches in front of the blind . While they also do not crave freedom pa , will have open ears to my words .
Himbal : ( crying ) Not only me you opened your ears , Master, but also the heart . Forgive the deaf and blind Himbal yesterday .
Mirdad : Suppresses tears , Himbal . A tear can never become an eye that seeks horizons beyond time and space .
Let those who laugh when the nimble fingers of time make them tickle, cry when your skin is torn by the fingernails of time itself .
Let those who dance and sing to radiant youth, and groan combaleiem the wrinkles of old age .
Let the revelers carnivals time to cover their heads with ashes in their funerals .
But thou shalt be always serene. In the kaleidoscope of change , seeking only what is unchangeable .
Nothing , in time , it's worth a tear . Nothing that's worth a laugh . A face that laughs and cries that are both disfigured and cotorcidas .
Want to avoid salt of tears ? Then avoid the contortion of laughter .
The tear , to evaporate , it becomes in derisive laughter. The mocking laughter, when condensed , it becomes a tear.
Do not be volatile or condensable for laughter to sadness, but serenely same for both.
Lectorium Rosicrucianum
19
Logic and faith
Self-denial and affirmation of self
How to stop the wheel of time
Crying and laughing
Bennoon : Forgive me , Master, but your logic leaves me confused by illogicality .
Mirdad : Do not admire me , Bennoon : thou wast called " The Judge" . There insist on the logic of the case before you decide . You have been a judge so long and still not figured out that the only use of logic is to free man of logic and take him to the faith that leads to understanding ?
Logic is immaturity weaving a spider to catch the behemoth ( Job 40:15 colossus of knowledge ) knowledge . When the user reaches adulthood , she chokes up on their own networks and transforms itself in faith , which is the deepest knowledge.
The logic is faith , which is the deepest knowledge.
The logic is the crutch of a cripple , but it is a burden for those with light feet , and even greater burden to those who have wings .
The logic is faith during childhood . Faith is the logic that has reached maturity. When your logic is reaching maturity , Bennoon , how soon will , thou shalt speak no longer in logic.
Bennoon : To exit the wheel pray and spend time axis is needed to deny ourselves . Can a man deny his own existence ?
Mirdad : To do so , really , you have to deny self , which is a plaything in the hands of time , and thus affirm the being who is immune to the play time.
Bennoon : It may be the denial of a claim form the other?
Mirdad : Yes , I deny the being is affirmed . While that dies to change , this rises to ever change . Most men live to die . Blessed are those who die to live .
Bennoon : However the man loves his identity . How can it soak in God and still be conscious of their own identity ?
Mirdad : Is prejudice to the stream lost in the sea and being well aware of his identity with the Sea ? For men, losing their identity in God is just losing his shadow and find the essence of your being without a shadow .
Micaster : How can man , creature of time , break free from the crutches of time?
Mirdad : As death will redeem you from death and life will free you from life, time will set you free time. The man will tire much of the changes , everything in it and longed passionately yearn for what is more powerful than changes , and is sure to find himself.
Blessed are those who crave because they are already on the threshold of freedom . It is to them that I seek , is for them to nail. Not you seek not ye , for I heard what almejáveis ?
But woe to those who are packed on the weather turns on them and seek their freedom and peace. As soon smile at sunrise and principiam already crying to die . As soon fill are immediately emptied . Ill just take the dove of peace , and she becomes , in her hands Vulture War . The more they think they know , at least know the truth . The more advance , more actually kick . The higher you climb , the deeper fall .
For these are my words and vague murmurings annoying , as prayers will be in hospice or as torches in front of the blind . While they also do not crave freedom pa , will have open ears to my words .
Himbal : ( crying ) Not only me you opened your ears , Master, but also the heart . Forgive the deaf and blind Himbal yesterday .
Mirdad : Suppresses tears , Himbal . A tear can never become an eye that seeks horizons beyond time and space .
Let those who laugh when the nimble fingers of time make them tickle, cry when your skin is torn by the fingernails of time itself .
Let those who dance and sing to radiant youth, and groan combaleiem the wrinkles of old age .
Let the revelers carnivals time to cover their heads with ashes in their funerals .
But thou shalt be always serene. In the kaleidoscope of change , seeking only what is unchangeable .
Nothing , in time , it's worth a tear . Nothing that's worth a laugh . A face that laughs and cries that are both disfigured and cotorcidas .
Want to avoid salt of tears ? Then avoid the contortion of laughter .
The tear , to evaporate , it becomes in derisive laughter. The mocking laughter, when condensed , it becomes a tear.
Do not be volatile or condensable for laughter to sadness, but serenely same for both.
