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THE VISION AND THE VOICE<br />
THE CRY OF THE 19TH ÆTHYR, WHICH IS CALLED POP<br />
At first <strong>the</strong>re is a black web over <strong>the</strong> face of <strong>the</strong> stone. A ray<br />
of light pierces it from behind and above. Then cometh a black<br />
cross, reaching across <strong>the</strong> whole stone; <strong>the</strong>n a golden cross, not<br />
so large. And <strong>the</strong>re is a writing in an arch that spans <strong>the</strong> cross, in<br />
an alphabet in which <strong>the</strong> letters are all formed of little daggers,<br />
cross-hilted, differently arranged. And <strong>the</strong> writing is: Worship in<br />
<strong>the</strong> body <strong>the</strong> things of <strong>the</strong> body; worship in <strong>the</strong> mind <strong>the</strong> things<br />
of <strong>the</strong> mind; worship in <strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>the</strong> things of <strong>the</strong> spirit.<br />
(This holy alphabet must be written by sinners, that is, by<br />
those who are impure.)<br />
“Impure” means those whose every thought is followed by<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r thought, or who confuse <strong>the</strong> higher with <strong>the</strong> lower, <strong>the</strong><br />
substance with <strong>the</strong> shadow. Every Æthyr is truth, though it be<br />
but a shadow, for <strong>the</strong> shadow of a man is not <strong>the</strong> shadow of an<br />
ape.<br />
(Note.—All this has come to me without voice, without<br />
vision, without thought.)<br />
(The shew-stone is pressed upon my forehead and causes<br />
intense pain; as I go on from Æthyr to Æthyr, it seems more<br />
difficult to open <strong>the</strong> Æthyr.)<br />
The golden cross has become a little narrow door, and an old<br />
man like <strong>the</strong> Hermit of <strong>the</strong> Taro has opened it and come out. I<br />
ask him for admission: and he shakes his head kindly, and says:<br />
It is not given to flesh and blood to unveil <strong>the</strong> mysteries of <strong>the</strong><br />
Æthyr, for <strong>the</strong>rein are <strong>the</strong> chariots of fire. and <strong>the</strong> tumult of <strong>the</strong><br />
horsemen; whoso entereth here may never look on life again<br />
with equal eyes. I insist.<br />
The little gate is guarded by a great green dragon. And now<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole wall is suddenly fallen away; <strong>the</strong>re is a blaze of <strong>the</strong><br />
chariots and <strong>the</strong> horsemen; a furious battle is raging. One hears<br />
nothing but <strong>the</strong> clash of steel and <strong>the</strong> neighing of <strong>the</strong> chargers<br />
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