Lupelius - The School for Gods

A man that is whole and true… is such because he governs himself…And in spite of theapparent dynamism of events and the variety of situations he knows that the world is hismirror.Whether it is good or bad, ugly or beautiful, right or wrong, everything a man encounters isjust his reflection and not reality – said the Dreamer, and from His tone I understood ourmeeting had reached its end. He was about to leave me. ‐ Everyone always and only reapswhat he is…You are both the seed, and the harvest…”.“This is why all the revolutions in history have failed…they tried to change the world fromthe outside…they believed the image in the pool to be real…”.“Do not rely any more on the world for help. Go beyond it! Only those who have gonebeyond the world can improve it.”Here He stopped for a few moments. “Go beyond it!” He ordered and then fell silent oncemore. Transcend the world ‐ go beyond it! What could this mean?“For centuries man has scratched at the screen of the world, believing he could change theimages of the film he himself had projected onto it.”The explanation for the failure of so many generations of men who had set out to changethe course of history was being handed to me on a silver tray. That bitterly comic visionsummed up the infinite succession of atrocities, defeats and heroics, passing upon it just onejudgment: that it had been a colossal useless folly.“You…get out of this madness! – He ordered with unexpected kindness. “Forget aboutwars, revolutions and economic, social, or political reform… concern yourself with the onewho is truly responsible for everything that happens…Stop thinking about the dream andtake care of the dreamer in you. The greatest revolution, the most difficult of allundertakings, yet the only one that has any sense, is changing one’s self”.19 A man cannot hide“Those who depend on the world remain mired in the lowest levels of existence ‐ TheDreamer warned –Your whole life, you have looked for ephemeral certainties andsatisfactions and security outside of yourself…constantly suspended between hope and…which are the roots of dependence….”While speaking to me the Dreamer fixed me in His gaze with a severity that did not allowme to blink or to draw breath, as He would do when He had to overcome my barriers andreach me at a deeper level. ”Your life, like that of all those who are dependent, is horrible. Itis the life of a slave…Years and years in an office, perpetuating mediocrity and scarcity,without even the slightest desire to escape from that prison.” I took note of what He wassaying, like a war reporter, writing amidst a hail of gunfire. “There is nothing outthere…there is no help coming from anywhere at all – repeated the Dreamer, to impress thisstatement within the core of my most deeply rooted beliefs – I will never stop repeating this;42