Lectorium Rosicrucianum
22
Mirdad relieves Zamora and his secret speech of man and woman , marriage , and celibacy that has been freed
Mirdad : Naronda my faithful memory! You say that these lilies ?
Naronda : Nothing I can hear my Master .
Mirdad : I hear them say : "We love Naronda satisfaction and offer you our fragrant soul as proof of our love ." Naronda , my steadfast heart! Tr say that the waters of this tank?
Naronda : Nothing I can hear my Master .
Mirdad : I hear them say : "We love Naronda therefore quench her thirst of their loved lilies ." Naronda my watchful eye ! Says you this day, with all the things he affectionately cradling in her arms sunny ?
Naronda : Nothing I can hear my Master .
Mirdad : I hear him say : " I love Naronda , so lulling him tenderly in my arms sunny , along with the rest of my beloved family ."
With all these things to love and be loved by them , has Naronda a rather full life, no place to vain dreams and futile thoughts make her nest and put the hatch ?
Verily I say that the human being is the beloved of the Universe . All things rejoice in spoil it , but there are very few human beings who are not infatuated with these treats , and rarer still those who do not bite the hand that caresses .
For anyone who is not conceited , to a snakebite is a kiss of love , but for the overweening , even a kiss of love is a snakebite . Not so, Zamora ?
Naronda : So Master was saying , while he, Zamora and I , on a sunny afternoon , regávamos some flower beds in the garden of Noah .
Zamora, who all the while was kept pretty diatraído , dejected and depressed, as if awakening was the question of the Master.
Zamora : How everything the Master says is true , it must be true .
Mirdad : Not true in your case , Zamora ? Was not it you poisoned by many loving kisses ? Now you're not tortured by the memory of your kiss poisoned ?
Zamora : ( Throwing himself at the feet of the Master , while tears flowed from his eyes ) Oh , Master ! That empty my childishness , or any man , to try to hide from your eyes , even in the depths of the heart, a secret!
Mirdad : ( While Zamora was standing up ) How is child and will try to hide it even these lilies !
Zamora : I know that my heart is not pure , because the dreams I had tonight were unclean .
Today I will empty the heart. I'll put him naked before you, my Master ; Naronda before , before these lilies and worms crawling through their roots . I need to lay the burden of a secret that weighs on the soul . This breeze to carry for all creatures of this world .
In my youth I loved a girl . It was more beautiful than the morning star . His name was sweeter than my tongue sleep at my eyelids . When we have spoken prayer and bloodstream , I was the first to drink the curative substance of your words , because the love of Hoglah - that was his name - was driving my blood , and I knew what a well controlled blood could do.
With the love of Hoglah eternity was mine. I wore it as a wedding ring , and death itself I dressed like a chainmail . I felt older than all the yesterdays and younger than the last to be born tomorrow . My arms held up the heavens , and the earth my feet propelled , while in my heart shone countless suns .
But Hoglah died , and Zamora , the flaming phoenix , turned into a bunch of cool gray and lifeless , from which no phoenix reborn . Zamora, the bold lion became a frightened rabbit. Zamora , the pillar of heaven , became the wretched remains of a shipwreck , stranded in a pond of putrid water .
Tried to save what I could of Zamora and left for this Ark , hoping to bury me alive in your memories and torrential shadows . I was lucky to get here just as a companion had departed this world and admitted flows .
For fifteen years, this fellow Noah Zamora saw and heard , never knew or heard . It may be that the old walls and dark corridors of the Ark not ignore . It may be that the trees , the flowers and the birds of the garden him know something , but certainly the strings of my harp power you will tell much more , O Master , about my Hoglah than myself .
Just when your words are beginning to warm to stir the ashes of Zamora , and realize the birth of a new Zamora , Hoglah visit me in dreams , makes my blood boil and throw me to the dark cliffs of current reality - a burnt torch a stillborn ecstasy, a lot of gray lifeless.
Ah ! Hoglah ! Hoglah !
Forgive me , Master . I can not hold back the tears . What else can be the meat , but meat ? Have mercy on my flesh . Have mercy on Zamora .
Mirdad : Compassion own needs pity. Mirdad not have. But Love Mirdad has in abundance ad for all things , even the flesh, and even more by the Spirit that takes the gross form of meat in it solely to meet their own lack of form, and the Love of Mirdad Zamora rise from its ashes , and make him " who freed ."
" What has been freed " - this is what I get - the unified man and master it yourself . The man who is imprisoned to love the woman and the woman who is imprisoned by love of man are both unable to get the precious crown of liberty but the man and woman become one by love , inseparable and indistinguishable , are really qualified for the prize .
Love is not love that overwhelms the lover.
Love is not love that feeds on flesh and blood .
Love is not love that attracts women to men , only to put men in the world more and more women , and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh .
" What has been freed " - here's what I preach - man- phoenix , which is too free to be a male , and sublimated to be a female .
Just as in the densest areas of life the male and female are one, so they are one in the less dense spheres of lives . The interval between the two is no more than one segment in eternity , dominated by the illusion of duality . Those who can not see or forward or backward believe that this segment of eternity is eternity itself . Cling to the illusion of duality , as if this were the core and essence of life itself , rather than the rule. Life is unity.
Duality is a step in time . As proceeds from unity, unidadd addresses . The faster atravesardes this step sooner abraçareis your freedom .
What are the man and woman but one man , unconscious of his unit , divided into two to sip the gall of duality , that crave the nectar of unity and longing for it , look it up with eagerness , and looking for it , find it and have it , aware that he overcomes freedom ?
Let the horse relinche for the mare and the gazelle call by Hart . Nature itself stimulates them to it , and blesses them , and adopt them as they are not aware of any top destination beyond the self-reproduction .
Let the man and woman who are not yet far from the horse and mare , the deer and gazelle, if they seek each other in the darkness of separation sa flesh. Let them mix the licentiousness of the alcove with the license of the matrimonial knot . Let them rejoice with fertility and fecundity of the bodies of the womb . Let them propagate the species . Nature itself rejoices in being the officiant of your wedding and your midwife ; Nature and prepare for them beds of roses without thorns forget .
But men and women need to make your marriage even while in the flesh , not the communion of the flesh , but by the desire to rid themselves of the flesh and all impediments that this puts on your way to the perfect unity and to the Holy understanding .
We often hear men talk about " human nature " as if it were a well measured , well-defined , thoroughly explored and tightly bound , on all sides rigid element for something that they call sex.
The human nature is to satisfy the passions of sex. Only try to put a brake to their turbulent access or employ means to overcome sex is decidedly go against human nature and suffer the consequences . So men say . Hearken not to this prattle .
The man is very complex and imponderable nature . Are very varied talents and his inexhaustible energy. Beware of those who want to shut it down between walls .
The meat undoubtedly imposes a heavy tribute to the man , but he paid it only during certain time . Who among you would want to be a vassal of the flesh for all eternity ?
What vassal who does not dream of shaking shoulders the yoke of the prince who oppresses and thus free themselves to pay tribute ?
The man was not born to be a vassal , even his human nature. The human being is always aiming to free himself from any and all allegiance and certainly possess freedom .
What are the links for the blood that they wish to release ? A string must be broken with a will . " What has been freed " feel your blood associated with whole blood. Consequently, they are not tied to any .
Let the propagation of the race for those who crave nothing . Those who have other aims to propagate race , the race of which escapes .
The race of which escapes is not descended from the womb , to the contrary, amounts bachelors hearts whose blood is driven by an unyielding desire to be free .
I know that you and many like us, the world over , have made vows of celibacy . However , if you are far from being celibate , as testifies the dream of Zamora last night .
Not bachelor who uses ecclesiastical costumes and ends behind thick walls and reinforced iron gates . Many monks and nuns are many more lascivious than the most salacious of men and the most lascivious women , although they swear - no lie - that have never had contact with the other meat . Celibate , whether enclosed in monasteries or wander the markets .
Venerate , my teammates, the woman and sanctify it . Not in the role of mother of the race , not as a wife or lover , but as a sister of the man and his partner share per share , in the long fatigue and suffering of dualistic life, because without it man can not cross the segment of duality . Only in it he will find his unit , and in it she will find your release from duality, and the twins will be in time gathered in one - which had evolved, which is neither male nor female : the perfect man .
" What has been freed " - here's what I preach it unificadoe man master of himself , and every one of you will be " one of which released " before Mirdad withdraws from you .
Zamora : It saddens my heart to hear you talk about leaving us . If the day comes that you seek and do not find you, Zamora will end his breath .
Mirdad : You might want many things , Zamora - all things you might want , but there is one thing you can not want to : put an end to thy will , that is the living will , which is the Omniwill : for life , which is the living will , which is not , nor can non-being will be . No, not even God can stop Zamora .
As I leave you , the day will surely come when will you seek me in the flesh , and shall not find me , for I have work to do elsewhere , beyond what I'm doing on this earth , and nowhere leave my work undone . Rejoice ye therefore . Mirdad will not leave you until we have made of you who have freed themselves - men and unified perfect masters of themselves .
When ye masters of yourselves and houverdes hit the drive , then you will find Mirdad as a constant resident in the heart , and your name will never rust in your memory.
So I taught Noah
So now I am teaching .
