OM NAMAH SHIVAYA
If Not For Fear
Courage Could Not Exist
Before the eyes can see, they must be incapable of tears. Before the ear can
hear, it must have lost its sensitiveness. Before the voice can speak in the
presence of the Masters it must have lost the power to wound. Before the soul
can stand in the presence of the Masters, its feet must be washed in the blood
of the heart.
Mystic Rebels seek in the heart the source of evil and expunge it. It lives fruitfully in the heart of the devoted Rebel as well as in the heart of the man of desire. Only the strong can kill it out. The weak must wait for its growth, its fruition, its death. And it is a plant that lives and increases throughout the ages. It flowers when the man has accumulated unto himself innumerable existences. He who will enter upon the path of power must tear this thing out of his heart. And then the heart will bleed, and the whole life of the man seem to be utterly dissolved. This ordeal must be endured; it may come at the first step of the perilous ladder which leads to the path of the Self: It may not come until the last. But, O rebel, remember that it has to be endured: and fasten the energies of your soul upon the task. Live neither in the present nor the future, but in the Eternal. This giant weed cannot flower there: this blot upon existence is wiped out by the very atmosphere of eternal Light
Yet the mystic rebel must stand alone and isolated, because nothing that is embodied, nothing that is conscious of separation, nothing that is out of the eternal, can aid you. Learn from sensation and observe it, because only so can you commence the science of Self-knowledge, and plant your foot on the first step of the ladder. Grow as the flower grows, unconsciously, but eagerly anxious to open its soul to the air. So must you press forward to open your soul to the Eternal. But it must be the eternal that draws forth your strength and beauty, not desire of growth. For in the one case you develop in the luxuriance of purity, in the other you harden by the forcible passion for personal stature.
For within you is the Light of the world -- the only Light that can be shed upon the Path. If you are unable to perceive it within you, it is useless to look for it elsewhere. It is beyond you; because when you reach it you have lost yourself. It is unattainable, because it for ever recedes. It is like the horizon. You will enter the Light, but you will never touch the flame.
Hunger for such possessions as can be held by the pure soul, that you may accumulate wealth for that united spirit of life which is your only true Self. The peace you shall desire is that sacred peace which nothing can disturb, and in which the soul grows as does the holy flower upon the still lagoons. And that power which the rebel shall covet is that which shall make him appear as nothing in the eyes of men.
Seek it not by any one road. To each temperament there is one road which seems the most desirable. But the way is not found by devotion alone, by religious contemplation alone, by ardent progress, by self-sacrificing labor, by studious observation of life. None alone can take the rebel more than one step onward. All steps are necessary to make up the ladder. The vices of men become steps in the ladder, one by one, as they are surmounted. The virtues of man are steps indeed, necessary -- not by any means to be dispensed with. Yet, though they create a fair atmosphere and a happy future, they are useless if they stand alone. The whole nature of man must be used wisely by the Mystic Rebel who desires to enter the Way. Each man is to himself absolutely the Way, the Truth, and the Light. But he is only so when he grasps his whole individuality firmly, and, by the force of his awakened spiritual will, recognizes this individuality as not himself, but that thing which he has with pain created for his own use, and by means of which he purposes, as his growth slowly develops his intelligence, to reach to the life beyond individuality. When he knows that for this his wonderful complex separated life exists, then, indeed, and then only, he is upon the way. Seek it by plunging into the mysterious and glorious depths of your own innermost being. Seek it by testing all experience, by utilizing the senses in order to understand the growth and meaning of individuality, and the beauty and obscurity of those other divine fragments which are struggling side by side with you, and form the race to which you belong. Seek it by study of the laws of being, the laws of nature, the laws of the supernatural: and seek it by making the profound obeisance of the soul to the dim star that burns within. Steadily, as you rebel, watch and worship, its light will grow stronger. Then you may know you have found the beginning of the way. And when you have found the end its light will suddenly become the Infinite Light.
Look for the flower to bloom in the silence that follows the storm: not till then. It shall grow, it will shoot up, it will make branches and leaves and form buds, while the storm continues, while the battle lasts. But not till the whole personality of the man is dissolved and melted -- not until it is held by the divine fragment which has created it, as a mere subject for grave experiment and experience -- not until the whole nature has yielded and become subject unto its higher Self, can the bloom open. Then will come a calm such as comes in a tropical country after the heavy rain, when Nature works so swiftly that one may see her action. Such a calm will come to the harassed spirit. And in the deep silence the mysterious event will occur which will prove that the way has been found. Call it by what name you will, it is a voice that speaks where there is none to speak -- it is a messenger that comes, a messenger without form or substance; or it is the flower of the soul that has opened. It cannot be described by any metaphor. But it can be felt after, looked for, and desired, even amid the raging of the storm. The silence may last a moment of time or it may last a thousand years. But it will end. Yet the Mystic Rebel will carry its strength within. Again and again the battle must be fought and won. It is only for an interval that Nature can be still.
Out of the silence that is peace a resonant voice shall arise. And this voice will say, It is not well; thou hast reaped, now thou must sow. And knowing this voice to be the silence itself thou wilt obey.
You who art now a rebel, able to stand, able to hear, able to see, able to speak, who hast conquered desire and attained to Self-knowledge, who hast seen your soul in its bloom and recognized it, and heard the voice of the silence, go to the Mystic Hall of Learning and read what is written there for thee.
Stand aside in the coming battle, and though you fight be not the warrior.
Look for the rebel and let him carry the fight in you.
Take his orders for battle and obey them.
Obey him not as though he were a general, but as though he were your Self, and his spoken words were the utterance of your secret desires; for he is your Self, yet infinitely wiser and stronger than your self. Look for him, else in the fever and hurry of the fight you may pass him; and he will not know you unless you know him. If your rebel cry meets his listening ear, then will he fight in you and fill the dull void within. And if this is so, then canst you go through the fight cool and unwearied, standing aside and letting him battle for you. Then it will be impossible for you to strike one blow amiss. But if you look not for him, if you pass him by, then there is no safeguard for you. Your brain will reel, your heart grow uncertain, and in the dust of the battlefield your sight and senses will fail, and you will not know your friends from your enemies.
He is your Self, yet you are but finite and liable to error. He is eternal and is sure. He is eternal truth. When once he has entered you and become your rebel, he will never utterly desert you, and at the day of the great peace he will become one with you.
Rebels listen to the song of life.
Store in your memory the melody you hear.
Learn from it the lesson of harmony.
You can stand upright now, firm as a rock amid the turmoil, obeying the rebel who is your Self and your king. Unconcerned in the battle save to do his bidding, having no longer any care as to the result of the battle, for one thing only is important, that the rebel shall win, and you know he is incapable of defeat -- standing thus, rebellious, cool and awakened, use the hearing you have acquired by pain and by the destruction of pain. Only fragments of the great song come to your ears while yet you are but a man. But if you listen to it, remember it faithfully, so that none which has reached you is lost, and endeavor to learn from it the meaning of the mystery which surrounds you. In time you will need no teacher. For as the individual rebel has voice, so has that in which the individual exists. Life itself has speech and is never silent. And its utterance is not, as you that are deaf may suppose, a cry: It is a song. Learn from it that you are part of the harmony; learn from it to obey the laws of the harmony.
Rebel, regard earnestly all the life that surrounds you.
Learn to look intelligently into the hearts of men.
Regard most earnestly your own heart.
For through your own heart comes the one Light which can illuminate life and make it clear to your eyes.
Study the hearts of men, that you may know what is that world in which you live and of which you will to be a part. Regard the constantly changing and moving life which surrounds you, for it is formed by the hearts of men; and as you learn to understand their constitution and meaning, you will by degrees be able to read the larger word of life.
Speech comes only with knowledge. Attain to knowledge and you will attain to speech.
The Rebel, having obtained the use of the inner senses, having conquered the desires of the outer senses, having conquered the desires of the individual soul, and having obtained knowledge, prepare now, O Mystic Rebel, to enter upon the way in reality. The path is found: make yourself ready to tread it.
Inquire of the earth, the air, and the water, of the secrets they hold for you. The development of your inner senses will enable you to do this.
Inquire of the holy ones of the earth of the secrets they hold for you. The conquering of the desires of the outer senses will give you the right to do this.
Inquire of the inmost, the one, of its final secret which it holds for you through the ages.
The great and difficult victory, the conquering of the desires of the individual soul, is a work of ages; therefore expect not to obtain its reward until ages of experience have been accumulated. When the time of learning this seventeenth rule is reached, man is on the threshold of becoming more than man.
The knowledge which is now yours is only yours because your soul has become one with the Self . It is a trust vested in you by the Most High. Betray it, misuse your knowledge, or neglect it, and it is possible even now for you to fall from the high estate you have attained. Great Rebels fall back, even from the threshold, unable to sustain the weight of their responsibility, unable to pass on. Therefore look forward always with awe and trembling to this moment, and be prepared for the battle.
It is written that for him who is on the threshold of divinity no law can be framed, no guide can exist. Yet to enlighten the rebel, the final struggle may be thus expressed:
Rebel, hold fast to that which has neither substance nor existence.
Rebel, listen only to the voice which is soundless.
Rebel, look only on that which is invisible alike to the inner and the outer sense.
See the Unseen - Hear the Unheard - Speak the Unspoken - Touch the Untouched - Know the Unknown - Be the Unbeing
Mind is the Slayer of the Real, Rebel! take the Sword of Discrimination and Slay the Slayer
The Sword of Discrimination is not a physical sword. It represents the ability to cut through illusion so you can recognize the real from the unreal.
The sword of discrimination is the best way to remove these poisons from your system and extinguish them; Allow your inner rebel to take a ray of the light of the Bodhicitta, form it into a sword, and strike precisely at the poison's heart.
ENLIGHTENMENT IS ALREADY YOURS. YOU JUST HAVE TO UNDERSTAND IT
YOU HAVE ALREADY REALIZED GOD
THAT AWARENESS IS WHAT THE REBEL WITHIN YOU MUST ATTAIN.
Mind Is The Slayer Of The Real
Slay The Slayer