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MERU, THE HOLY MOUNTAIN!
We it is, the tall Mountain Gods, who draw from all our planes
The living forces up to that High Peak where air and ether meet,
Transmuting them into spiritual qualities in higher spheres beyond
the ken of man.
From out our Secret Centers well the springs, lifeblood of Earth,
To feed the rivers which flow down to irrigate the vineyards and the
fields,
Spreading our benediction over the plains and cities
Where pullulate the restless sons of men, the voice of whose
discontent
Riseth like to the buzz of wasps into our peaceful dwelling Place.
We ever seek to entice men hither, that they may repose
Their weary bodies on our vernal breast, and find the peace
That only we can give, wrapped in the calm of wisdom.
From out our Heart healing we pour into the veins of the poisoned
By the exhalations of their world; we cleanse them with our living
breath.
Bathed in the aura of our love, wrapped in our Silence
Where there is nothing to distract the mind, the soul can speak,
And thought and aspiration can give birth unto their most holy
powers.
For know O man, O seeker, that upon these our heights
When thou host risen so far and shaken off the fetters which bind
thee still to denser Earth,
There shalt thou find the Holy Ones!
Those who, having trod the paths of life and learned all it can
teach,
Have earned the right to keep themselves apart working from afar,
Detached and calm, undeafened by the restless noise of voices,
passions, fears;
Unconfused by the illusory images of Time.
They are the embodied mind, the visible aspect of the Logo's Will;
They form the mighty Brotherhood of Love, Chohans, Adepts, Masters,
Leaders unrecognized of the multitudinous activities of lesser men,
First fruits of perfected humanity, the mirror wherein man may
glimpse himself as he must yet become.
They live on Earth, although ye know them not, and sceptic mock,
And Western knowledge fail to understand their work or find their
hidden dwellings.
Where else should be those Avatars of old, the seers, the men of
genius,
The mighty Thinkers who taught you wisdom and were to their lesser
fellows as men to ants?
Those who brought down for you the torch of Truth to illuminate your
shadow-haunted way.
Think ye that they were swept into some Limbo, to some unknown star?
Not so! Love, for which they did strive and live and die, bindeth
them to you still;
Will bind them till the last man has become one of them, reached
bliss and liberation.
Now, at last man's ardent cry for truth, rising from every side in
streams of power
Hath merited a new response.
Already, a little, bath the evil been lifted.
Using the devas as their instruments and intermediaries,
They have poured down fresh inspiration to enlighten the more
receptive among the sons of men.
They only can give humanity the bread and wine its starving soul
desires.
To the few, their pupils,
Those forerunners who have dared to force their way towards the
heights of wisdom,
Men chosen by them and trained in divers way;
Men who have been tested and proved faithful, who, out of the
surrounding dark
Have let their light shine forth,
To these have the Masters ever revealed themselves.
And throughout the ages ever in secrecy have poured their wisdom
down!
But now, in this age of change, more light will be vouchsafed,
That by its gleams the Path spiraling the mountainside can be
perceived by all.
NOW into the minds of those who have learned to answer to the
vibration
Of Love without Desire which the Adepts give forth;
Who freely can breathe the thin airs of this pure spiritual plane;
Who, fearless and strong, will leap the chasm,
Brave the sharp rocks, and like the mountain goat,
Symbol of those who fear no height nor depth,
Climb with sure feet the perilous ways toward the dizzy peaks,
Into the heart of these shall power and knowledge flow.
Already, although they realize it not, many are being led from
plains and cities,
Through jungles, deserts, through waters perilous, toward our mighty
peaks.
Aye, they will be so led until the end; they will be lifted by the
strong hands of love,
Towards the sacred heights of MERU, THE HOLY MOUNTAIN!
Into the very heart of the pure Lotus,
Where they will become
One with the Thought Divine,
One with their God, "I Am"
The absolute Existence, Knowledge, Bliss!
(H. K.
CHALLONER)