Lectorium Rosicrucianum
26
Mirdad speaks to pilgrims on the day of the vine and frees Noah's dead weight
Mirda Behold, Mirdad, to see whose crop has not been harvested, whose blood was not drunk.
Mirdad is tasked with their harvest, but the laborers - ah! - Are busy in other vineyards.
And Mirdad is choking with an overabundance of blood, but the bearers of mugs and drinkers are too drunk with other wines.
Men plow, the hoe and billhook, I bless your plows, hoes and your pruning hooks your.
What have plowed, weeded and pruned to today?
Ye have plowed the sad wastelands of your soul, which is growing all kinds of woods, having thus became in a thick forest where evil beasts and poisonous snakes live and multiply?
You have weeded and plucked harmful roots that wrap themselves in the dark and strangle your roots, destroying your crop still in bud?
Or you have pruned those branches of yourselves that are eaten away by worms or resected by onslaught of parasites?
You have learned well to plow, weed and prune your vineyards of the land, but the vineyard is not sa land that ye, this sadly lies abandoned and no one to take care of it.
How your work will be in vain if not cuidardes of tenants before cuidardes vine.
Men calloused hands! Bless your calluses. Friends bob and ruler; companions mallet and anvil; artists chisel and saw, as you are skilled and competent in all your crafts!
Know how to find the level and depth of things, but your own depth and know not find your level.
Quickly, you give way to a piece of raw iron with the hammer and the anvil, but do not know how to shape the brute, using the hammer and the anvil of the will Conpreensão nor learned, with the anvil, the precious lesson to receive blows without reacting and no return them who gave them.
You are proficient with the chisel and saw, both in stone and in wood, but surly man and full of imperfections, ye can not make it smooth and soft.
As your arts are useless if not the first aplicardes artists!
Man for profit negotiating with the gifts of your Mother-land and the products of the hands of your fellows!
Bless the needs, gifts and products, and also abençôoos business, but the profit itself, which in fact is a loss, do not find bliss in my mouth.
When, in the dead of night fatal, you do the balance of the activities of the day, what does cast out as profit, and what cast out as a loss? Cast out as profit earned money above and beyond the cost? So, in fact, was useless day you sold for a sum of money, no matter how big, and you all were lost to the infinite riches that day in harmony, peace and light. Also lost their incessant calls to freedom, and also lost the hearts of the men he gave you as a gift, put the palms of your hands.
When your greatest interest is the bag of men, how can you find your way to your heart? And if not you meet the path to the hearts of men, how can you reach the heart of God? AND Failure to achieve the heart of God, that ye life.
And if you consider that the profit, loss reality is that this loss is immense!
In fact, be in vain all your business earnings are not counted in Love and Understanding.
Men's certro and crown! Is a snake scepter in the hand of him that is very fast in the wound and slow the healing ointments applied, whereas, in the hand that provides the balm of love, the scepter is one-stop rais that prevents misfortune and condemnation.
Search the hands as well.
A crown of gold, studded with bright, rubies and sapphires is very heavy, sad and desjeitada in an overstuffed bragging, ignorance and greed for power over men head. Yes, this crown atop this pedestal is nothing more than a caustic derision pedestal itself. However, a crown, of the richest gems, would be ashamed if your little value to rely on the head ornamented by the aura of Understanding and the victory over himself.
Examine the head as well.
Shall govern men? Learn first to govern yourselves.
How can you govern well, but being self-governing well? Can a wild, foaming wave and driven by the wind, bring peace and serenity to the sea? Watery eyes can design a blessed smile on a crying heart? Can the trembling hand of fear or hatred save a ship in its route?
The rulers of men are ruled by men, and the the men are full of riots, disorder and confusion. Like the sea, are exposed to all the winds of heaven. Like the sea, has its ebbs and flows of the tide, looking, sometimes, it will devastate the beach. Like the sea, but their profindezas are calm and winds that toss themselves immune to the surface.
If you would actually govern men, go up into the abyss of his heart, because men are more than espumejantes waves. To penetrardes the depths of men, it is necessary that ye have entered into your own depths. And have need for this leave the scepter and crown, so the hands are free to feel resourceful and to think and reflect head.
Go is your government, will outlaw all your laws, and your order will be confusion, if not, do not you learn to govern rebellious man that is in you, whose favorite amusement is to play with scepters and crowns.
Men of incense and Book! What is that burning the incense burner? You who read the Book?
Queimais yellow and aromatic sap that flows from certain plants and endureceno air? But that is bought and sold in the public markets, and to be bought for a few coins just enough to tease any god.
Do you think that the aroma of incense can smother the stench of hatred, envy, and ambition; Crooks eyes, tongue transgresses the lascivious hands; disbelief that presents itself as faith, earthly squalor trumpeting calls himself a blessed heaven?
More pleasant to the nostrils of your God would be the smell of all these things, they refuse to die by feeding them and cremásseis, one by one, in the heart, spreading the ashes to the four winds of heaven.
What do queimais in the censer? Propitiations, praises and supplications?
A wrathful God deserves to be abandoned his anger, so bust. A god who thirst for praise deserves to be abandoned and left to die in their own seat. A god must die hard heart of the hardness of their hearts.
God does not want you queimeis incense, but queimeis your anger and your pride and hardness of heart, so that you may be like him, free and omnipotent. He wants your heart is the censer.
You who read the Book? You read the commandments to be inscribed in gold on the walls and domes of temples? Or to be registered as living truths in the heart?
You read the doctrines to be taught from the pulpits and zealously defended with logic devices of language and, if necessary, with money and edged swords? Ouvledes life, which is not a doctrine to be taught and defended, but a path to be followed with the intention to obtain the liberation, the temple or out, night or day, in low places as many as in high places? And while not ye abide in this way and make sure your order, as you will have the boldness to invite others to follow it?
Or you read tables, maps and price lists in the book, showing the men as of heaven can be bought in exchange for as much or quantity of this land?
Crooks and agents of Sodom! Heaven Shall sell to men and take payment in the lot they own the land. Intend to make the ground a Gehenna and you urge men to flee while you hold fast to it. Why do not you do your part to sell in Heaven for a part on earth?
If houvésseis read your book as well, mostraríeis men how to make the earth a heaven, because for one that has a heavenly heart, the earth is heaven, for to him who has a heart terrain, Heaven is a land.
Put away the veils that cover the sky in the heart of men, removing obstructions that exists between them and their brethren on earth, between man and all creatures, between man and God. But for that you would have to have, yourselves a heavenly heart.
Heaven is not a garden that you can buy or rent, but it is a state of being that reaches the earth or anywhere in the infinite Universe. Why bend the neck and stretch the view to the Hereafter?
Hell is not a devouring fire, which might escape with many prayers and burning incense; mS, is a state of the heart, one experiences hell here on earth as well as in any other point of infinite imansidade.
Where fugiríeis a Fire whose fuel is the heart?
It is vain search of Heaven, and Hell will be flees while the man is caught in his shadow. Both heaven and hell are states of being inherent duality. Except when man becomes one mind, one heart and one body, except when he does not already have shade and owning one will always have one foot in heaven and one in hell. And that is truly hell.
Yes, it's more than hell to have light wings and feet of lead, be lifted by hope and dragged down by despair; unshoe candles undaunted by faith, and see them fucked by pafor doubt.
No heaven is that heaven is hell for others. No hell is that hell is heaven for others. And how the hell is some other frequentente the sky, and the sky is often some other hell, then Heaven and Hell are not passing states and contradictory, but stages that both must pass on their long pilgrimage for freedom.
Pilgrims of holy life! Mirdad has no sky to sell or grant to those who wish to be virtuous. No hell to serve as a scarecrow who want to be bad.
Unless your virtue be your own scarecrow, sleep for a day and awake at the first favorable occasion.
Mirdad has no heavens or hells to offer you, but offers you the Holy Understanding, which will bring you much Acoma fire any hell and splendor of any sky. Not with his hands, but with the heart, that ye shall receive this gift, because to receive it must be untangled the heart of any desire and will, unless the desire and willingness to understand.
There are strangers in the land or the land is for you stepmother. You are the heart of your heart and backbone of her spine. She feels happy to support you on your strong and long back. Why insist on sustaining it over your breasts weak, moaning, panting and feeling that you lack air?
The udders are land flowing with milk and honey. Why let both azedem with your greed, taking more than that you need?
Serene and quiet is the face of the earth. Why agitais and encrespais with the bitterness of the struggle and fear?
The earth is a perfect unity. Why persist in dismembering her with swords and borders?
Obedient and carefree is the land. Why are you filled with worry and insubordination?
However, you are more durable than the earth, the sun and all spheres of heaven. All this will pass, but you do not go over. For you shall shake like leaves in the wind?
If nothing else can make you feel your oneness with the universe, the earth alone should do it. However, the earth is only a mirror in which your shadow is reflected. It is the mirror more than it reflects? It is the shadow produced by a man more than man?
Rub your eyes and wake up. You are more than the earth. Your destination is more than live, and die, and wither abundant food for the ever hungry jaws of death. Your destiny is to become free of living and dying, the Heaven and Hell and all opposites inherent duality. Your destiny is eternal Serdes fruit vines in vineyards and fruit of God.
As the living branch of a living vine, to be buried in the earth, and ultimately develops roots becomes an independent vine, which produces grapes like her mother, which is still connected, so is the man divine living branch of the vine, when buried in the soil of his divinity, becoming one with God eternally.
The man should be buried alive in order to wake up to life? Yes, absolutely, yes. If not you die for the duality of life and death, you can not wake up to the unity of being.
If ye are not fed grapes of Love, you will not be satisfied with the wine of Understanding, and if not you embriagardes with the wine of Understanding, not sober you with the kiss of liberty shall return.
Love is not what you eat, when you eat the fruit of the vine terretre. You eat a greater hunger to appease less hungry.
Not understanding what you drink, when you drink the blood of the earth's vine. Drinkers a short forgetfulness sa pain, which soon ceases, and the pain becomes more acute twice. Flee from a personality just to become annoyed to find it around the corner.
The grapes that offers Mirdad you are not subject to mildew and rot. Once satisfied with them, you will be satisfied forever. The wine which he distilled them for you is too strong for the lips that fear being burned, but stimulating to the heart that wants to get drunk with forgetting of the self for eternity.
Is there any among you who are hungry for my grapes?
To come forward with her basket.
Is there anyone who is thirsty for my blood? You bring your cup.
Mirdad is bending under the weight of their crop and smothered with plenty of sap.
The day of the holy see was a day of self-forgetfulness, one day drunk with love and bathed in the light of understanding, a day of ecstasy in rhythmic beat of wings of freedom, a day of removing barriers and each dive all and all in one. But, alas! In what has become today that day?
Has in a week without morbid self-affirmation, in which the sordid ambition negotiates with sordid ambition, where slavery has fun with slavery, and ignorance corrupts ignorance.
The Ark itself, which was formerly a distillery of faith, love and freedom, has now become a giant in mill and a monstrous market. She receives the product of your vineyards and declare it makes selling wine in the form of narcotic. The work of your hands, it forges the cuffs to your wrists. The sweat of your brow, she transforms into embers to mark the fire, your brow.
For far, far away from the route that had been outlined, strayed the Ark, but now its rudder is at a right angle. Needed to be liberated from all the dead weight so he could resume his route with ease and security.
In view of this, all gifts will be devovidos its donors, and all of their debtors debts are canceled. The Ark receives nothing but God, and God does not want anyone should, even to him.
So I taught Noah
So now I am teaching.
