Tell a skeptic: How do you commune with your god/nature/whatever

[Rev.Reverence]

...ain soph aur?

I keep forgetting which one is which; but probably...is that the one "furthest" away from Kether?

[Raev]

ain soph aur is the lowest of the Three Veils.

The Limitless Light.

[Guest GodfallenPromos]

Can you clarify how that works. What means does communication occur by? Is it two way? And how do you distinguish between your mind creating such notions and it occurring outside your mind? And is such consideration even a factor?

hmm...complicated to explain....

lemme see if I can do this as best as possible. There is a seperate conciousness within me...my Daemon...that allows me communication with other high level hierarchy, the ones that are considered great enough spiritual entities to be given the title of deity, or deitific entities. This seperate concious is, itself, part of that hierarchy, so when I/we communicate with them, we do it as equals...much like a council (if there are more then one at a time).

I have no need to physically communicate with these other entities, so when it happens, it is from within...and I hear it within, but I recognize that whatever is responding is an external entity..so it happens both internal and externally. However, to me, it isn't considered a factor, though in actuality, it is....

It is a two-way conversation: I/we make a statement, ask a question, etc..and there is a response, in one form or another.

I don't require a ritual or meditation, or any other means, to communicate with them...when I/we wish to...we do, either as a council, or specific ones.

[Az_]

hmm...complicated to explain....

lemme see if I can do this as best as possible. There is a seperate conciousness within me...my Daemon...that allows me communication with other high level hierarchy, the ones that are considered great enough spiritual entities to be given the title of deity, or deitific entities. This seperate concious is, itself, part of that hierarchy, so when I/we communicate with them, we do it as equals...much like a council (if there are more then one at a time).

I have no need to physically communicate with these other entities, so when it happens, it is from within...and I hear it within, but I recognize that whatever is responding is an external entity..so it happens both internal and externally. However, to me, it isn't considered a factor, though in actuality, it is....

It is a two-way conversation: I/we make a statement, ask a question, etc..and there is a response, in one form or another.

I don't require a ritual or meditation, or any other means, to communicate with them...when I/we wish to...we do, either as a council, or specific ones.

Thanks. Interesting stuff there.

[Guest GodfallenPromos]

Thanks. Interesting stuff there.

thank you for having something of an open mind to it...or at least the curiousisty to actually seem interested other then instantly judgemental.

[Az_]

thank you for having something of an open mind to it...or at least the curiousisty to actually seem interested other then instantly judgemental.

The way I look at it all experiences carry import. Its the conclusions we draw about them that may vary. As to which conclusion is true, if any are true, or if true even matters... that is for others to decide.

There are experiences going on out there. All sorts of experiences. And all of them make up humanity. I am fascinated with humanity. To turn my back on any of it...well that would just seem silly to me. Far too many of my fellow skeptics are more interested in tearing down other beliefs. They miss the wisdom that is often contained within other people's interpretations of their experiences. Not enough wisdom in the world to dismiss such things just because we disagree on some aspects of things.

[Oh_My_Goth]

Az iz an alien being sent to Earth to study & dissect Spiritual beings.....

[Az_]

Az iz an alien being sent to Earth to study & dissect Spiritual beings.....

Shhh!

[Oh_My_Goth]

Shhh!

[Az_]

And besides. What are skeptics and believers supposed to do? Stand there and throw stones at each other? I say talk dammit. Get to know where each side is coming from and get rid of the stupid presumptions of superiority. We are all in this thing together and no one is getting out alive... er I think I saw that somewhere before...

[sass_in_the_pants]

I’m told that anything can count as prayer. Like, anything. You just 'offer it up'. Those little old nuns dusting the pews of St. Peter's Basilica, they just 'offer it up' and then dusting counts as praying. I'll be honest with you though. I never quite got that, that whole 'offer it up' thing. But I'm a big fan of multitasking, so I tried it once. I'm sorting the darks and the lights and I say triumphantly 'THIS is for YOU, O Lord' but I'm holding my husband's dirty boxers in one hand, and my sweaty sports bra in another. It seemed heretical.

I pray the rosary now.

I like to do that while I'm driving. The first decade is generally reserved for petition, specifically, petition for not getting into a car accident while I'm counting my beads. I figure it's safer than talking on my cell phone.

But usually someone does some bone head thing on the road, and I call him mean names and wish for a pox upon his house. Then I feel bad and say another decade to make up for it.

And then there's prayer. I suppose I do it like everybody else.

I fold my hands. Like a teepee.

Some people fold their hands by criss-crossing their fingers, but some old nun told me that when you do that your fingers point to Hell, and in that case who are you praying to REALLY, so it's teepee for me all the way now. I think she made that all up, by the way, but I'm not about to challenge an old bitty wielding a ruler.

I pray to the saints. Well, not TO the saints, per se. I should really just say that I pray FOR the intercession of the saints. But I'm lazy. And I just assume that everyone else will get it, so I say that I pray to the saints.

Anyway, I'm a BIG fan of the Blessed Virgin. I have a pocket shrine to her made out of glitter and an Altoid tin.

You think I'm kidding?

Some people don't think she's important.

I disagree. When those guys win the Superbowl, who do they thank? Not their coach, not their agent, not even their dad. Their mamma. That's who.

And when people win the lottery, what do they say they're going to do with it? Buy their mom a house. Their mom. They end up blowing it all on cocaine and hookers instead, but that's not my point here.

My point is that if football players and lottery winners bestow gifts and graces upon their mammas, what would Jesus HIMSELF do for his? My guess is she got more than a macaroni necklace.

Besides, she asked Jesus to turn water into wine. She's my kinda gal.

I'm also a fan of St. Francis of Assisi. Mr. Crazypants, himself. Except he didn't wear pants. I'm not a fan of pants either, so I figure we have that in common.

As a matter of fact, I can think of THREE separate occasions in which he stripped himself naked. My guess is he wasn't shy.

I don't know if there was such a thing as flipping someone the bird in the 12th century. I don't think there was. But when his father demanded back his inheritance from Francis in front of the city consul, Francis declared that because he was in the service of God, he wasn't under civil jurisdiction. He stripped himself right there, and gave the very clothes off his back to his father. I think that's about as close as you could get to flipping someone the bird in the 12th century.

Oh and he had stigmata.

And you thought your nipple piercings hurt. Sheesh. Amateurs.

And how do these prayers get answered? Usually with a hearty laugh.

Seriously, I tell God what I want. I don't get it. It somehow works out in the end.

That's how I know He was listening.

[sass_in_the_pants]

Stand there and throw stones at each other?

Of course not.

I think it has something to do with a glass house.

And being without sin.

Yes, that must be it. Because really, who would sin in a glass house? Well, you might, but the neighbors would find out about it mighty quickly.

Harhar.

I find myself to be terribly clever sometimes.

[Az_]

Of course not.

I think it has something to do with a glass house.

And being without sin.

Yes, that must be it. Because really, who would sin in a glass house? Well, you might, but the neighbors would find out about it mighty quickly.

Harhar.

I find myself to be terribly clever sometimes.

Eh... anyone that owns a glass house is already an exhibitionist. They probably get off on the neighbors watching.

Thanks for your reply though. So more of a one sided conversation for you then. Other than what you glean by way of what comes your way? I can imagine the relationship still has a great deal of meaning to you though. So thanks again for sharing.

[sass_in_the_pants]

Eh... anyone that owns a glass house is already an exhibitionist. They probably get off on the neighbors watching.

Thanks for your reply though. So more of a one sided conversation for you then. Other than what you glean by way of what comes your way? I can imagine the relationship still has a great deal of meaning to you though. So thanks again for sharing.

Yeah. I can promise you, though, if God responded BACK to me like some booming voice that said 'Maybe you REALLY SHOULDN'T eat butter pecan ice cream and screw around on the internet tonight and instead go running like you SAID you were gonna do' you can bet yer ass, I wouldn't be screwing around on the internet.

Some people work off of their feelings. I don't. They get me into nuthin but trouble.

[freydis]

Prayer, mostly.

Used to meditate, but not so much now.

I also make offerings. Those usually consist of made things or deeds, as a mark of respect.

As many asatruar say, we are our deeds. We have to be the good example, and act with honor.

[asphyxian_doll]

I speak to my self.

I commune by having "faith" in my own higher consciousness, to guide me where i need to be.

To help me get to where i need to go, to be successful, efficient, and content.

Even if its puts me in uncomfortable positions.....it always ends up for the better.

I believe in outside forces, and a god, but i believe that it is within, and perception is the only difference.

[pomba gira]

Wow. What a refreshingly enlightened point of view. It's true, we'll never understand each other unless we listen to each other, instead of just hanging onto stereotypes and assumptions that relieve us of any need to actually flex our brains.

I have kind of mini Maslow peak experiences... moments when I am deeply conscious of and thankful for the beauty and wonder of the world around me. The natural world and, to a lesser extent, the human-created elements. The trigger can be a specific thing (the night sky out in the country, the delicate intricacy of a dragonfly or locust, reading an especially well-crafted phrase by a favorite writer) or a multisensory experience (feeling the sun and breeze on my naked skin, with crickets or cicadas sounding nearby...). I've learned to initiate these moments when needed... So I guess you could say I commune with the Divine by being purposefully and mindfully appreciative of its works.

Good sex is also a form of divine communion for me... I'm not into tantra or anything like that but I believe that the ecstasy of the body gives us a glimmer of what it will be like when we leave our bodies behind and know the ecstasy of the spirit.

I also make offerings on occasion but that's more a practical thing... getting the attention of whoever happens to be around that can move some energy around the system on my behalf, or thanking them for doing so.

As for the 2-way aspect of communing with the Divine... I know I am "in contact" when I'm suffused with a feeling of rightness and balance, or when I am able to think about some issue I'm facing with clarity and fearlessness. When I know what I need to do, and have no doubt that I can do it.

[phee]

I don't have a lot to add here...

Save for....

Everyday I feel a little less like there is supernatural/gods/magic.... I am closer to Athiesm everyday, but I guess I would still call myself an Agnostic (but only like .01% left of even that)

AND

I also think the universe gets more and more fascinationg every day, and the more amazing it gets, the less I believe that some intelligence "made" it.

(Check out the Lucy in The Sky with Diamonds thread that Gaf started)

[Emily Darke]

I'm very much for just... feeling. I reach nirvana as often as I can, and all it takes is slight mind alteration and natural, fresh surroundings. I smoke weed in a religious sense, and with it I believe that I have a deeper connection with the collective soul I believe to exist.

It's kind of a buzzing feeling.... not only because I'm high. That just opens me to the experience, so that it can occur. I feel my entire body is pulsating with energy, and after these sessions I feel completely rejuvenated. I feel full, and I feel like a necessary part of the grand scheme that is existence.

[Msterbeau]

I use my eyes. I see the mystery and wonder of life through them. Like an amazing sunset. That's all I need.

[Homicidalheathen]

There has only been 3x I have actually physically seen something totally without any enhancement...be it mental, physcial...emotional...chemical...

Communing with nature has brought it on spontaniously...could be the druid in me?

And I was not on a fast or ANYTHING hell I was only 12 yrs old

Oh ok I just read your title again...I will get to the 'how to'

For many, including me and my ansestors...we have a close relationship with grain. Corn, wheat..rye..whateveah.

(a remote large well established corn field will work...)

Take a long...long contemplative (like I wonder about life to the point of desperation type) of walk...

thats what I did, no need to meditate or chant or anything....

Rumors of enlightenment by flashes of light...people disappearing into a light as in GONE forever or temporarily...have been reported by many through the ages.

We don't know if its because we eat it or because it just is....

But yah grain. Fields of.

The movie potey tang kinda poked fun at this...but I still love the movie none the less.

How do they come through to you though? I mean what is your experience during these things? (on edit: If thats not asking too much as I know these things can be quite personal)

[Scales]

I've been baptist Christian when I was a kid. In my teenage years I experimented with darker aspects of occult, had an interest in the Shaman side of Paganism, and eventually came to the belief that I was a form of Otherkin. So I haven't always been an Atheist.

Now, I like to think I'm capable of being more spiritual by being an Atheist. The universe is amazing to me. Though it might sound stupid to say, knowing that I'm permanently part of the universe fuels my interest in it.

I see symbolism as a primary part of cognition and intelligence in organisms. The basis of Science is Mathematics which we understand because of our ability to symbolize. There's a lot of interesting stuff out there, so I think when you begin finding relationships between symbols in the universe it becomes increasingly more elegant.

[Miranda]

I have been born knowing all I will need to know to know to survive through my life on this level. I am my own judge, jury and executioner. Nature is all I respect because that is what I align myself with.

[Homicidalheathen]

This may be a bit cultish but I wanted to make referrence to this SRF guru...

http://www.crystalclarity.com/yogananda/chap33.html

many tales of sightings....

Babaji, the Yogi-Christ of Modern India

The northern Himalayan crags near Badrinarayan are still blessed by the living presence of Babaji, guru of Lahiri Mahasaya. The secluded master has retained his physical form for centuries, perhaps for millenniums. The deathless Babaji is an avatara. This Sanskrit word means "descent"; its roots are ava, "down," and tri, "to pass." In the Hindu scriptures, avatara signifies the descent of Divinity into flesh.

"Babaji's spiritual state is beyond human comprehension," Sri Yukteswar explained to me. "The dwarfed vision of men cannot pierce to his transcendental star. One attempts in vain even to picture the avatar's attainment. It is inconceivable."

The Upanishads have minutely classified every stage of spiritual advancement. A siddha ("perfected being") has progressed from the state of a jivanmukta ("freed while living") to that of a paramukta ("supremely free"full power over death); the latter has completely escaped from the mayic thralldom and its reincarnational round. The paramukta therefore seldom returns to a physical body; if he does, he is an avatar, a divinely appointed medium of supernal blessings on the world.

An avatar is unsubject to the universal economy; his pure body, visible as a light image, is free from any debt to nature. The casual gaze may see nothing extraordinary in an avatar's form but it casts no shadow nor makes any footprint on the ground. These are outward symbolic proofs of an inward lack of darkness and material bondage. Such a God-man alone knows the Truth behind the relativities of life and death. Omar Khayyam, so grossly misunderstood, sang of this liberated man in his immortal scripture, the Rubaiyat:

"Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,

The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again;

How oft hereafter rising shall she look

Through this same Garden after mein vain!"

The "Moon of Delight" is God, eternal Polaris, anachronous never. The "Moon of Heav'n" is the outward cosmos, fettered to the law of periodic recurrence. Its chains had been dissolved forever by the Persian seer through his self-realization. "How oft hereafter rising shall she look . . . after mein vain!" What frustration of search by a frantic universe for an absolute omission!

Christ expressed his freedom in another way: "And a certain scribe came, and said unto him, Master, I will follow thee whithersoever thou goest. And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head."1

Spacious with omnipresence, could Christ indeed be followed except in the overarching Spirit?

Krishna, Rama, Buddha, and Patanjali were among the ancient Indian avatars. A considerable poetic literature in Tamil has grown up around Agastya, a South Indian avatar. He worked many miracles during the centuries preceding and following the Christian era, and is credited with retaining his physical form even to this day.

Babaji's mission in India has been to assist prophets in carrying out their special dispensations. He thus qualifies for the scriptural classification of Mahavatar (Great Avatar). He has stated that he gave yoga initiation to Shankara, ancient founder of the Swami Order, and to Kabir, famous medieval saint. His chief nineteenth-century disciple was, as we know, Lahiri Mahasaya, revivalist of the lost Kriya art.

The Mahavatar is in constant communion with Christ; together they send out vibrations of redemption, and have planned the spiritual technique of salvation for this age. The work of these two fully-illumined mastersone with the body, and one without itis to inspire the nations to forsake suicidal wars, race hatreds, religious sectarianism, and the boomerang-evils of materialism. Babaji is well aware of the trend of modern times, especially of the influence and complexities of Western civilization, and realizes the necessity of spreading the self-liberations of yoga equally in the West and in the East.

That there is no historical reference to Babaji need not surprise us. The great guru has never openly appeared in any century; the misinterpreting glare of publicity has no place in his millennial plans. Like the Creator, the sole but silent Power, Babaji works in a humble obscurity.

Great prophets like Christ and Krishna come to earth for a specific and spectacular purpose; they depart as soon as it is accomplished. Other avatars, like Babaji, undertake work which is concerned more with the slow evolutionary progress of man during the centuries than with any one outstanding event of history. Such masters always veil themselves from the gross public gaze, and have the power to become invisible at will. For these reasons, and because they generally instruct their disciples to maintain silence about them, a number of towering spiritual figures remain world-unknown. I give in these pages on Babaji merely a hint of his lifeonly a few facts which he deems it fit and helpful to be publicly imparted.

No limiting facts about Babaji's family or birthplace, dear to the annalist's heart, have ever been discovered. His speech is generally in Hindi, but he converses easily in any language. He has adopted the simple name of Babaji (revered father); other titles of respect given him by Lahiri Mahasaya's disciples are Mahamuni Babaji Maharaj (supreme ecstatic saint), Maha Yogi (greatest of yogis), Trambak Baba and Shiva Baba (titles of avatars of Shiva). Does it matter that we know not the patronymic of an earth-released master?

"Whenever anyone utters with reverence the name of Babaji," Lahiri Mahasaya said, "that devotee attracts an instant spiritual blessing."

The deathless guru bears no marks of age on his body; he appears to be no more than a youth of twenty-five. Fair-skinned, of medium build and height, Babaji's beautiful, strong body radiates a perceptible glow. His eyes are dark, calm, and tender; his long, lustrous hair is copper-colored. A very strange fact is that Babaji bears an extraordinarily exact resemblance to his disciple Lahiri Mahasaya. The similarity is so striking that, in his later years, Lahiri Mahasaya might have passed as the father of the youthful-looking Babaji.

Swami Kebalananda, my saintly Sanskrit tutor, spent some time with Babaji in the Himalayas.

"The peerless master moves with his group from place to place in the mountains," Kebalananda told me. "His small band contains two highly advanced American disciples. After Babaji has been in one locality for some time, he says: 'Dera danda uthao.' ('Let us lift our camp and staff.') He carries a symbolic danda (bamboo staff). His words are the signal for moving with his group instantaneously to another place. He does not always employ this method of astral travel; sometimes he goes on foot from peak to peak.

"Babaji can be seen or recognized by others only when he so desires. He is known to have appeared in many slightly different forms to various devoteessometimes without beard and moustache, and sometimes with them. As his undecaying body requires no food, the master seldom eats. As a social courtesy to visiting disciples, he occasionally accepts fruits, or rice cooked in milk and clarified butter.

"Two amazing incidents of Babaji's life are known to me," Kebalananda went on. "His disciples were sitting one night around a huge fire which was blazing for a sacred Vedic ceremony. The master suddenly seized a burning log and lightly struck the bare shoulder of a chela who was close to the fire.

"'Sir, how cruel!' Lahiri Mahasaya, who was present, made this remonstrance.

"'Would you rather have seen him burned to ashes before your eyes, according to the decree of his past karma?'

"With these words Babaji placed his healing hand on the chela's disfigured shoulder. 'I have freed you tonight from painful death. The karmic law has been satisfied through your slight suffering by fire.'

"On another occasion Babaji's sacred circle was disturbed by the arrival of a stranger. He had climbed with astonishing skill to the nearly inaccessible ledge near the camp of the master.

"'Sir, you must be the great Babaji.' The man's face was lit with inexpressible reverence. 'For months I have pursued a ceaseless search for you among these forbidding crags. I implore you to accept me as a disciple.'

"When the great guru made no response, the man pointed to the rocky chasm at his feet.

"'If you refuse me, I will jump from this mountain. Life has no further value if I cannot win your guidance to the Divine.'

"'Jump then,' Babaji said unemotionally. 'I cannot accept you in your present state of development.'

"The man immediately hurled himself over the cliff. Babaji instructed the shocked disciples to fetch the stranger's body. When they returned with the mangled form, the master placed his divine hand on the dead man. Lo! he opened his eyes and prostrated himself humbly before the omnipotent one.

"'You are now ready for discipleship.' Babaji beamed lovingly on his resurrected chela. 'You have courageously passed a difficult test. Death shall not touch you again; now you are one of our immortal flock.' Then he spoke his usual words of departure, 'Dera danda uthao'; the whole group vanished from the mountain."

An avatar lives in the omnipresent Spirit; for him there is no distance inverse to the square. Only one reason, therefore, can motivate Babaji in maintaining his physical form from century to century: the desire to furnish humanity with a concrete example of its own possibilities. Were man never vouchsafed a glimpse of Divinity in the flesh, he would remain oppressed by the heavy mayic delusion that he cannot transcend his mortality.

Jesus knew from the beginning the sequence of his life; he passed through each event not for himself, not from any karmic compulsion, but solely for the upliftment of reflective human beings. His four reporter-disciplesMatthew, Mark, Luke, and Johnrecorded the ineffable drama for the benefit of later generations.

become known for the inspiration of other seeking hearts. The great ones speak their words and participate in the seemingly natural course of events, solely for the good of man, even as Christ said: "Father . . . I knew that thou hearest me always: but because of the people which stand by I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me."2

During my visit at Ranbajpur with Ram Gopal, "the sleepless saint,"3 he related the wondrous story of his first meeting with Babaji.

"I sometimes left my isolated cave to sit at Lahiri Mahasaya's feet in Benares," Ram Gopal told me. "One midnight as I was silently meditating in a group of his disciples, the master made a surprising request.

"'Ram Gopal,' he said, 'go at once to the Dasasamedh bathing ghat.'

"I soon reached the secluded spot. The night was bright with moonlight and the glittering stars. After I had sat in patient silence for awhile, my attention was drawn to a huge stone slab near my feet. It rose gradually, revealing an underground cave. As the stone remained balanced in some unknown manner, the draped form of a young and surpassingly lovely woman was levitated from the cave high into the air. Surrounded by a soft halo, she slowly descended in front of me and stood motionless, steeped in an inner state of ecstasy. She finally stirred, and spoke gently.

4 the sister of Babaji. I have asked him and also Lahiri Mahasaya to come to my cave tonight to discuss a matter of great importance.'

"A nebulous light was rapidly floating over the Ganges; the strange luminescence was reflected in the opaque waters. It approached nearer and nearer until, with a blinding flash, it appeared by the side of Mataji and condensed itself instantly into the human form of Lahiri Mahasaya. He bowed humbly at the feet of the woman saint.

"Before I had recovered from my bewilderment, I was further wonder-struck to behold a circling mass of mystical light traveling in the sky. Descending swiftly, the flaming whirlpool neared our group and materialized itself into the body of a beautiful youth who, I understood at once, was Babaji. He looked like Lahiri Mahasaya, the only difference being that Babaji appeared much younger, and had long, bright hair.

"Lahiri Mahasaya, Mataji, and myself knelt at the guru's feet. An ethereal sensation of beatific glory thrilled every fiber of my being as I touched his divine flesh.

"'Blessed sister,' Babaji said, 'I am intending to shed my form and plunge into the Infinite Current.'

"'I have already glimpsed your plan, beloved master. I wanted to discuss it with you tonight. Why should you leave your body?' The glorious woman looked at him beseechingly.

"'What is the difference if I wear a visible or invisible wave on the ocean of my Spirit?'

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"'Be it so,' Babaji said solemnly. 'I will never leave my physical body. It will always remain visible to at least a small number of people on this earth. The Lord has spoken His own wish through your lips.'

"As I listened in awe to the conversation between these exalted beings, the great guru turned to me with a benign gesture.

"'Fear not, Ram Gopal,' he said, 'you are blessed to be a witness at the scene of this immortal promise.'

"As the sweet melody of Babaji's voice faded away, his form and that of Lahiri Mahasaya slowly levitated and moved backward over the Ganges. An aureole of dazzling light templed their bodies as they vanished into the night sky. Mataji's form floated to the cave and descended; the stone slab closed of itself, as if working on an invisible leverage.

"Infinitely inspired, I wended my way back to Lahiri Mahasaya's place. As I bowed before him in the early dawn, my guru smiled at me understandingly.

"'I am happy for you, Ram Gopal,' he said. 'The desire of meeting Babaji and Mataji, which you have often expressed to me, has found at last a sacred fulfillment.'

"My fellow disciples informed me that Lahiri Mahasaya had not moved from his dais since early the preceding evening.

"'He gave a wonderful discourse on immortality after you had left for the Dasasamedh ghat,' one of the chelas told me. For the first time I fully realized the truth in the scriptural verses which state that a man of self-realization can appear at different places in two or more bodies at the same time.

"Lahiri Mahasaya later explained to me many metaphysical points concerning the hidden divine plan for this earth," Ram Gopal concluded. "Babaji has been chosen by God to remain in his body for the duration of this particular world cycle. Ages shall come and gostill the deathless master,6 beholding the drama of the centuries, shall be present on this stage terrestrial."

[Rev.Reverence]

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