watcher can lie down to sleep in peace and the patient turn with new rest to his pillow, and all will rejoice because “he is better in the morning.”
To the Illuminatus who watches these hours through for increased vibration and wider revelation, there will come the same consciousness of the ebbing tide of life,–the whole sea of power is gone and all the gray rocks and mud covered valleys of his life will stand revealed, all weakness, all regrets, all remorse, all failures, all loss, will take mental form again and mock him,–the light of hope will burn low.
Empty of normal physical food, alone with the haunting memories of his past of millions of years, facing all the unrevealed adventures of a million years to come, he thinks in eternities as well as in time, and often here the Initiate turns back; the load of revelation is too heavy and he turns shudderingly away, seeking eagerly the fleshpots and the path of evolution, rather than meet himself in the karmic precipitate of his own transmutation short-cut.
The daylight is powerful, beautiful and complete, but it is filled only with objective calls and rampant, active, surging force; it is an insistent energy that does not mean to let the mind of man rest. It is induced action on every plane, and that thing which does not move into radiant life it kills by the force of its own surging rays.
The moonlight, starlight and midnight are the great receptive forces and in their passive action something falls like a soft mantle over the tired
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