Lectorium Rosicrucianum
37
The Master tells the crowd about the flood of fire and blood,
Teaches the way of salvation and throws his ark
Mirdad: What are you looking for Mirdad? A lump of gold, studded with precious stones, to adorn the altar? But Mirdad is not goldsmith or jeweler, Embra be a beacon and a refuge.
Or seek a talisman to protect you from the evil eye? Yes, talismans, Mirdad is the quantity, but of another kind.
Or seek a light by which ye may walk safely, each in the way that it was intended? In reality this is very strange! You have the sun, the moon, the stars and fear still stumble and fall? Or your eyes are inadequate in the light, or the light is scarce for your eyes. Which of you could pass without eyes? Who accuse the sun of miser?
What good are eyes that keep your feet stumble on their way, but leave the heart stumbles and bleeding on the floor and groped vainly seeking a way?
What good is the light that fills the eyes, but leaves the empty and unlit spirit?
What are you looking for Mirdad? If you seek to see hearts and spirits bathed in light that you desire, and why clamais, then really your cry is not in vain, because I only take care of the mind and heart of man.
You have brought as offerings that day which is a day of glorious achievement? You brought goats, sheep and oxen? That ye tiny price to pay for your deliverance! However, it is much more reduced the price of liberation that you must buy.
Would not be any glory for a human being to be released to the exchange of a goat. And it is indeed a great misfortune, for any human being, offering the life of a poor goat as a reference for his.
What have you done to partake of the spirit of this day which is a day of love and faith revealed supremely justified?
Yes, certainly you have practiced a multiplicity of rites and muttered several prayers, but doubt you have followed every movement, and hatred has said "Amen" to every heart.
You are not here to celebrate the conquest of the Flood? How can you celebrate a victory that left you losers? By submitting the depths of his own heart, Noah did not present profudezas of yours, but simply showed you the way. In fact, the depths of your hearts are filled with rage and threaten wreck you. While not flood your superardes not deserve this day.
Each of you is a flood, an ark and a commander. Until the day comes that you may land on virgin land and freshly washed, do not be in a hurry to celebrate victory.
You must know how it was that man became a deluge for themselves.
When Holy Will Total Adam broke in two, so that he knew and understood their oneness with the One, then he became a male and a female - a male and a female Adam Adam. Was then flooded with wishes that are the sons of duality - desires so numerous as in infinite ways, so immense in magnitude, so vile and so prolific that even today man is shipwrecked on its waves. Hardly a wave has led him to dizzy heights, since the other trails for background. This is because your desires are in pairs, as it is also a pair. And although two opposites really complement each other, it seems to the ignorant cling, punching up and never want to give yourself a moment of respite.
This is the flood that the human being is called to face, hour by hour, day by day during his very long and arduous dual life.
This is the flood, whose sources open the heart and draw you into your stream.
This is the flood, whose rainbow will not shine in your heaven, your heaven as if not married to your land and both are one.
Since Adam sowed in Eve, mankind has collected hurricanes and floods. Predominate when the passions of a certain species, the human being's life gets out of balance, and humans are engulfed by either flood, so that the balance is restored. And the balance will not be restored, definitely, while humans do not learn to knead your wishes in the trough love to bake with them the bread of Holy Understanding.
The flood that covered the earth in Noah's day was not the first nor the last known to mankind. Only what was left highest mark in the series of deluges devastadore. The deluge of fire and blood, that soon will flood the land, surpass that mark. You are prepared to float, or you will be submerged?
Ouch! You are very busy, adding weights on weights; too busy poisoning the blood with overflowing pleasures of pain; released very busy opening roads that lead you nowhere; too busy picking seeds in the backyard of the warehouses of life, without even spying through the keyhole. How will avoid being outflanked, O my lost?
You were born to fly on high, to wander in infinite space, to win the universe with your wings, you engaiolas you in the cage of comfortable conventions and beliefs that you cut the wings, damaging your sight and petrifying your muscles. How can you escape the flood vidouro, my lost?
Ye, image and likeness of God, almost apagastes the image and likeness; your divine portr decreases, making you dwarves, the point of no longer recognizing who descendeis. Your divine face, tends to muddy and disguised with masks apalhaçadas. How can you face the deluge that provoked, my lost?
Unless Hearken to Mirdad, the ground will never be more to you than grave, and Heaven, nothing more than shroud. However, one was prepared to serve you cradle and the other for the throne.
Again, I say unto you, Ye are the flood, the ark and the commander. Your passions are the flood. Your body is the ark. Your faith, the commander. Thy will penetrates everything, and above all this, is your understanding.
Assure yourselves that the ark is watertight and can surf, not expend, but your whole life in this mister, but the day will never come to browse, and in the end, both you and your ark apodreceríeis naufragaríeis the same location. Assure you that the captain is competent and calm. But above all, learn to seek the origins of floods and treinai your will to dry them, one by one. So certainly, the flood will weaken and eventually end.
Burn the passion or it will burn you.
Do not look into the mouth of passion for verificardes if she has sharp teeth or jaws smeared with honey. A bee collects nectar from flowers, too, collects the poison.
Not analiseis the face of passion for verificardes whether sympathetic or unsympathetic. For Eva, the face of the serpent was more sympathetic than that of God.
Set no passion in verificardes to balance your weight. About comparararia the weight of a diadem with a mountain? However, the diadem actually weighs more than the mountain.
And there passions singing heavenly songs during the day, but hiss, bite and sting give under the shroud of night, there is fat and heavy passions of joy that quickly turn into skeletons of sadness; passions to look meek and mild that suddenly become fiercer than wolves, more treacherous than hyenas; passions more fragrant than roses, while not touching them, and that are more disgusting than vultures and opossums, as soon as they are touched or taken.
Not peneireis your passions, dividing them into good and bad, it is time wasted. The good can not exist without evil, evil can not have roots only in well.
The tree of good and evil is one, and only its fruit. You can not know the taste of the good without knowing at the same time, the taste of evil.
The udder which sugais milk of life is the same as producing the milk of death. The hand that rocks the cradle you is the same digging your grave.
This is my lost, the nature of duality. Be not so presumptuous and obstinate to the point you attempt to change it. Be not so foolish as to try to split it into two halves, for ye will still abide with what pleases you and atirardes out the other.
Will you master the duality? Treat it as neither good nor bad.
The milk of life and death if not already made you sour in the mouth? Is not it time to enxergardes mouth with something that is neither good nor bad, overcome by both? Is not it time to almejardes the fruit is not sweet or bitter, for there grows the tree of good and evil?
Shall deliver you the crutches of duality? Then tear off your tree - the tree of good and evil - of heart.
Yes, tear off it with roots and branches, so that the seed of divine life, the seed of the Holy Understanding, which is beyond all good and all evil, can germinate and sprout in their place.
Does not bring joy to Mirdad message, you say. Robs us of the joy of waiting for tomorrow. Makes us stupid and disinterested spectators of life, when we could be vociferous competitors because it is sweet compete, whatever the outcome of the dispute. And it's sweet to risk in a race, even if the prize is a pittance.
So do you say in your heart, Amasai all your passions - good and bad - in the trough of Love, that you may roast them in the Holy Conpreensão, where all duality is unified in God oven.
Cease now create difficulties in a world where there is already too much difficulty.
How do you mean to get clean water from a well in which incessantly despejais all sorts of rubbish and mud?
How can the clean waters of a pond being clear and serene, if at any time the agitais?
Do not carry forth fortunate for the peace in a restless world, for you may get restless.
Do not carry forth luck for love in a hateful world, for you may get hate.
Do not carry forth luck for life in a dying world, because you can get death. The world can not pay you in a currency other than your own - coin always has two sides.
Take away, but lucky for me-your divine infinity, which is so rich in peaceful understanding.
Do not demand it the world which does not require of yourselves. Not demand it of any human being that does not require you allow it to you.
What if you were given the world, would help you to overcome your flood and landed in a world free of pain and death, heaven-bound by eternal love and peace of Understanding? Would be able to, goods, fame, authority, prestige and respect? Ambition would be realized and embodied hope? All these things are sources that feed your flood. Away with all this, my lost, out, out!
Remain silent for explicit Serdes.
Explicit so that you can explicitly understand the world headquarters.
When well compreenderdes the world, you will see that he is poor and unable to provide you what you seek: freedom, peace and life.
Everything the world can give you is a body - an ark to sail the sea of dual life. And it ought not to any man in this world. It is the duty of the Universe will give it provide and sustain. Keep it clean and dry to face the flood, as clean and dry as Noah's ark; hold it the beasts and keep them under your control, such as Noah held the beasts and kept them under control PERFETO - it is your duty and only yours.
Having a faith awakening and living eyes to keep her at the helm, an unshakable faith in the Will that Total is your work, and only yours.
Internerata have a will to take charge, a willingness to liberate themselves and partake of the tree of life of Holy Understanding - is also your work, and only yours.
The human being is directed to God. No destination, below this, it's worth your effort. What if the route is long, with squalls and storms? Faith coming from a pure heart and keen eyes will not win the squalls and storms?
Hasten. The time wasted in idleness is full of pain, and humans, even the busiest are actually lazy.
You are all naval architects. You are all sailors. This is the task that you have been marked, from eternity, so that you can navigate the boundless ocean, that ye yourselves, and after all, encontreis the inexpressible harmony of being whose name is God.
All things must have a center from which radiate and around which to rotate.
If life - human life - is a circle, and find God is therefore the center, then all your work must be concentric with respect to that center, or is a daydream, though washed in sweat and blood.
And as the task of Mirdad is to bring the human being to your destination, take heed: you Mirdad prepared a magnificent ark, a well-built and well-controlled ark. Not an ark of wood, sealed with bitumen, or to carry crows, hyenas and lizards, but an ark of Holy Understanding, that really will be a beacon for all who yearn for freedom. Your ballast will not be bottles of wine or presses mill, but hearts filled with love for everyone and everything. Neither his burden of land and of silver, gold and jewelry chattels, but divorced souls of their shadows and dressed with light and freedom of Understanding.
That the board may want to break the ties that bind them to the land, the desire to be unified and the longing for escape.
The Ark is ready. The wind is favorable. The sea is calm.
So I taught Noah
So now I am teaching.
Naronda: When Master stopped, a whisper ran through the assembly, which until then had been motionless, as if there suapendido to breath, to hear the words of the Master.
Before descending the steps of the altar, the Master called the seven, asked the harp and, with their help, began to sing the anthem of the New Ark. The crowd soon learned the melody and, like a mighty wave, sent to heaven the sweet refrain:
God is the master, sails, my Ark!
Here ends the part of the book that I may publish to the world. The remainder of their time is not yet come. M. N.
