The Book of Mirdad 28
Lectorium Rosicrucianum
28
The Prince of Bethar appears Shamadam the Eagle's Nest
The colloquy between the prince and Mirdad about war and peace
Mirdad is trapped by Shamadam
Naronda: Once the Master had uttered those words, and while meditating on principiávamos they heard heavy footsteps outside the Eyrie, accompanied by disconnected words and muffled. Suddenly, two huge, soldiers armed to the teeth, came to the cave entrance and set up guard, one on each side, with drawn swords gleaming in the sun. Then came a young prince, in full uniform, shyly followed by Shamadam and behind him two more soldiers.
The prince was one of the most famous and powerful potentates of Alvas Mountains. He stopped for a moment at the entrance and carefully watched the faces of those present. Then, fixing his gaze on the Master, bowed and said:
Prince: Salvo, holy man! We came to pay homage to the great Mirdad, whose fame traveled beyond these mountains and reached our distant capital.
Mirdad: Fame traveling in a fast car abroad. Here she limps and walks on crutches. The Superior is my witness. Trust not, O prince, the vagaries of fame.
Prince: However, very sweet are the whims and candy is for someone to have their name printed on the lips of men.
Mirdad: It's like having the name written on the sands of the beach, have it printed in Labos men. The winds and the tides turn off the sands. A sneeze will blow out the lips. If not you would be splashed out by men, not imprimais your name on their lips, but recording it with fire in his heart.
Prince: Closed with many padlocks is the hearts of men.
Mirdad: the locks may be many, but the key is one.
Prince: And you have this key? I need it too.
Mirdad: You also ye.
Prince: Alas! Ye did you evaluate for a higher price than it actually worth. There is much to seek the key to the heart of my neighbor and nowhere to meet. It is a powerful prince and is inclined to make war against me. I am forced to raise arms against him, but want peace. Do not let yourselves be deluded by my tiara and my clothes covered with precious stones, Master. Them did not find the key I seek.
Mirdad: They hide the key, but does not contain it. Hinder your steps, your hands hinder and distract your eyes, making your search unprofitable.
Prince: What does the Master mean? Should I leave my tiara and my clothing to find the key to the heart of my neighbor?
Mirdad: To conserve these things, you shall lose your neighbor. To preserve the neighbor, you will have to lose them, and lose the neighbor is losing himself.
Prince: Do not buy it for that outrageous price, the friendship of my neighbor.
Mirdad: Not for that price you compraríeis so vile?
Prince: Buy to me? I am not a prisoner to have to pay ransom and, furthermore, have a well-paid and well-armed army to protect me. My neighbor can not boast of a better one.
Mirdad: Being a prisoner of a man or something is simply the prison's most bitter to endure yourself. Being a prisoner of an army of men and a terror of things is banishment without ransom. Depend on something is to be attached to it. Dependei, because only God. Being a prisoner of God is really being free.
Prince: I must therefore leave myself, my throne and my subjects without protection?
Mirdad: You should not be unprotected.
Prince: So I maintain an army.
Mirdad: So you must dissolve your army.
Prince: But my neighbor immediately invade my kingdom.
Mirdad: Thy kingdom he could invade, but to you, no man can swallow. Two prisons merged into a not constitute a tiny home for freedom. Regogizai you, if a man drive you out of your prison: not, however, invejeis the man who comes to close within your prison.
Prince: I am a descendant of a famous race for his valor on the battlefield. Never forced other people to war. When, however, force us to it, never in esquivamose never left the field, except with our flags draping over the corpses of the enemy. You give me bad advice, sir, to tell me that I should let my neighbor do what you want.
Mirdad: will ye not that ye said peace?
Prince: Yes, I want to.
Mirdad: So do you strive.
Prince: But my neighbor insists on fighting me, and I need to fight him, so there can be peace between us.
Mirdad: Would you kill your neighbor in order to live in peace with it! What a strange sight! There is no merit to live in peace with the dead. It is, however, great reason to live in peace with the living. If you empenhais in a war against any man alive or against anything whose tastes or interests may sometimes conflict with yours, then you also ought to engage in a war against God, who allows these things are so, and you must declare war on the universe as there are numerous things that worry him him your mind, your heart and bother, or do not think to think to, intrude in your life.
Prince: What should I do if I want peace with my neighbor, and he wants to fight?
Mirdad: Strive!
Prince: Now counsel me aright.
Mirdad: Yes, fight! Not, however, with your neighbor. Strive with all that leads you to you and to your neighbor, to fight. Why would you want your neighbor to fight with you? Is it because you have blue eyes, and he brown? Is it because you you dream with angels, and he, with demons? Or is it that you love and look upon everything as it is yours?
They are your garments, O prince, your throne, your wealth, your glory and the things that ye prisoner who do want to fight your neighbor concosco.
Will you beat him without raising a single spear against him? Will you stop him in his march against you? Then, declare war on these things. When ye have won, freeing your soul these crutches, when ye have released the rubbish heap, perhaps your neighbor suspend his march and sheathe his sword, saying to himself: "If these things were worth a war, my neighbor does the have launched the dunghill. "
If your neighbor persevere in their purpose if, in his madness, for you carry the dunghill, rejoice ye porvos rid of such pestilent load and you have compassion sa lucky your neighbor.
Prince: What say you my honor, qie worth much more than my goods?
Mirdad: The only honor the man is a man - image and likeness of God. All other disgraces are.
All honors conferred by men are easily destroyed by men. Written by the sword honor is easily cleared by the sword. No honor, O prince, worth a rusty spear, still less a tear that burns, and even less a drop of blood.
Prímcipe: And freedom - my freedom and my people-not worth the great sacrifice?
Mirdad: True freedom is worth the sacrifice of self. The weapons of your neighbor can not take it; your own weapons can not win it or defend it, and the battlefield is, to her, septura.
True freedom is won or lost in his heart against his own heart. Desarmai the heart of all hope, fear and vain desires, that make your world a suffocating prison, and ye shall find him wider than the universe, ye walk by this universe at will, and nothing is hindrance to you.
This is the only battle worth the catch. Begin this war and no longer will have time for other, who would become, for you, as nuisances and diabolical traps bestiality, which you intend to divert the mind, and you decrease the force, and thus far you would miss the great war against you really, really which is really a holy war. Whoever wins this war to conquer unfading glory, but victory in any war, is worse than the total defeat. This is the horror of the wars of men, in which both the winner and the loser facing defeat.
Would you peace? Seek not in wordy documents, do not try to burn it even on the rocks.
This is because the pen scribbles "peace", too, just as easily, you can scribble "war" and the chisel writes that "we have peace" can easily write "have war." And besides, the role and the rock, pen and chisel, are soon attacked by the moth, the rot, rust and all the alchemy that transmutes the elements. Not so with the heart of man, which is outside of time, because that heart is the stronghold of Holy Understanding.
Once the understanding is revealed, is achieved victory, and peace settles on the heart once and for all. The understanding heart is always at peace even in the midst of a world driven mad by war.
The ignorant heart is a heart split in two. The heart is divided into two forms a world divided in two. A world divided into two creates always fighting and war.
On the other hand, the understanding heart is one heart. A heart makes a uni one world and one world is a world of peace, because it takes two for there to be a war.
That is why I advise you to go to war with your heart to the mightest bring them one. The prize of victory is eternal peace.
When ye can see, oh prince, in any stone a throne, and a castle in any cave, then the sun on your throne, and the constellations, your castle will rejoice. When an ill-me-not the field is for you the most beautiful medal, a worm and no, your teacher, then the stars will rejoice over land on your chest, and the land will be ready to see your pulpit.
When ye can rule the heart, you will matter who is the one that governs the body? When the whole universe is yours, that you matter who is the one who dominates this or that part of the earth?
Prince: Your words are seductive, but it seems to me that war is a law of Nature. They are not even the fish of the sea themselves constantly at war? Not the prey of the strong weak? I do not want to be prey to anyone!
Mirdad: What think ye war is nothing but Nature's way of feeding and spreading. The weak is strong food as much as the food is strong from the weak. Who is strong and who is weak in nature?
Only Nature is strong, everything else is weak and obeys the will of Nature, looking humbly through the rapids of death.
Only the immortal can be classified as strong. And man is immortal, O prince. Yes, more than podoroso Nature is man. He eats the beef heart of nature to rise above the self-propagation.
Let the men who want to justify their unholy desires, the pure instincts of animals, call themselves, themselves, wild bears, or wolves, or coyotes, or whatever you want, but do not let achincalhem the noble man's name.
Believe in Mirdad, oh prince, and stay in peace.
Prince: The Superior told me that Mirdad is well versed in the mysteries of magic, I would like to manifest some of her powers so that i could believe it.
Mirdad: If reveal God in man is magic, then Mirdad is a magician. Shall a proof and demonstration of my magic?
Here it is: I am proof and demonstration. Go forward. Do the job that you came running here.
Prince: Well, adivinhastes I have other work to do, than to amuse me with your humor. The Prince of Bethar is a mage from another species and will now make a demosntração of his art.
(To his men) Bring the handcuffs and seize the hands and feet of this man-god or god-man. Show him and his companions that our species is magic.
Naronda: As prey animals, the four soldiers fell on Master and quickly began to handcuff her hands and feet. For a moment the seven were paralyzed in their banks, not knowing how to interpret what was happening before them - whether it was a hoax or for real. Micayon and Zamora were the first to understand that terrible situation was real. Leaped upon the soldiers, like two angry lions, and would have them overthrown, if it had not done hearing the smooth and safe voice of the Master.
Mirdad: Let them perform their art, fiery Micayon. Let them do what they want, good Zamora. The cuffs do not scare Mirdad, not scared as the Black Hole. Let qie Shamadam rejoice in mending his authority with the Prince of Bethar. The patch will shatter both.
Micayon: How can we remain unmoved when our Master being handcuffed like a criminal?
Mirdad: Be not anxious for me. Be at peace. Will do the same to you someday, but it will harm them and not to you.
Prince: It will be done at all velhado and charlatan who dares to pretend to have authority and established law.
This holy man (pointing to Shamadam) is the chief duty of this community, and his word should be law for all. The sacred Ark, desfrutais whose generosity is under my protection. My watchful eyes searching his fate; My mighty arm is stretched forth over their roof and their properties; My sword will cut off the hand that touched them with evil intent. Everyone to know and be careful.
(Again his men) Put away out this rascal. His dangerous doctrine almost ruined Noah. Logo ruin our kingdom and the earth, if we follow its dangerous course. We make henceforth he preaches the bleak walls of the prison Bethar. Away with him!
Naronda: The soldiers took the Master out, followed proudly by Prince and Shamadam. The suits walked behind this horrible procession, following the Master with eyes, lips sealed by pain, a heart overflowing with tears.
The Master walked with a firm step and serene and the head up. Having distanced himself a bit, looked back and said:
Mirdad: Stay firm with Mirdad. Will not leave you until I launch my ark and put you in charge.
Naronda: And long depos, these words still rang in the ears, accompanied by heavy clanking of chains.
