THE VISION AND THE VOICE
There is a voice in this Aethyr, but it cannot be spoken.
The only way one can represent it is as a ceaseless thundering
of the word Amen. It is not a repetition of Amen, because
there is no time. It is one Amen continuous.
Shall mine eye fade before thy glory? I am the eye. That
is why the eye is seventy. You can never understand why,
except in this vision.
And now the table recedes from me. Far, far it goes,
streaming with light. And there are two black angels bending
over me, covering me with their wings, shutting me up into
the darkness; and I am lying in the Pastos of our Father
Christian Rosenkreutz, beneath the Table in the Vault of
seven sides. And I hear these words:
The voice of the Crowned Child, the Speech of the Babe
that is hidden in the egg of blue. (Before me is the flaming
Rosy Cross.) I have opened mine eye, and the universe is
dissolved before me, for force is mine upper eye-lid and matter
is my lower eye-lid. I gaze into the seven spaces, and there
is naught.
The rest of it comes without words; and then again:
I have gone forth to war, and I have slain him that sat
upon the sea, crowned with the winds. I put forth my power
and he was broken. I withdrew my power and he was ground
into fine dust.
Rejoice with me, O ye Sons of the Morning; stand with
me upon the Throne of Lotus; gather yourselves up unto me,
and we shall play together in the fields of light. I have passed
into the Kingdom of the West after my Father.
Behold! where are now the darkness and the terror and the
lamentation? For ye are born into the new Aeon; ye shall
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