II. 
  
THE VOICE. 
  
  
It is not given to flesh and blood, till they be seven times 
purged, purged through and through, to dwell in the sanctuary of the 
Heart of the Master. 
My fervour is exhausted; my faith fails; I fall from the rapture of 
passion that pours through the abyss of space. 
All things feel It; all things live by It; yet nothing that knows 
itself knows It as It is. 
So now I, burning up, yet not burnt through, in the glory of that 
Light, vibrating to, yet not vibrating altogether with, the vigour of that 
Pulse, am just so far attuned to the Heart of the Master that what was 
pure Rapture in that sublime moment of union is translated into what 
seems a solemn music—borne very far through the still air—a Voice 
declaring the Secret of the Sanctuary to every ear in just such 
measure as that ear is able to receive it. 
  
  
The Ten Secret Joys of the Master. 
  
At first the music is as if muffled, a murmur of the wind behind 
impenetrable veils. 
000. Nothing only exists, and is all things. 
After a pause of deeply-rooted Silence: 
00. There is no limit. 
Silence again, as if the very bowels of Nature were thrilled 
with stillness: 
0. The Sum of All is Boundless Light. 
Now there is suddenly a gathering together of the essence 
of Silence; it is as if focussed at a Point: 
1. Thou art that which thou choosest to think thyself, immune to 
all, for it is nothing but a Point of View. 
Now there bursts forth a Wave of Light and there falls forth 
in majesty of Thunder: 
2. Thy Name, which is thy Word, is the substance of thy Will, 
whose mode of action constitutes Existence. Chance.