MOTHER ... 1
She hangs as the universal curtain before our eyes and there is no way to look into Reality until She lifts it. She has descended into earthly play as miniature men and women, the six vices and their countless desirous derivatives, Lilliputian strings which hold us to the ignorance we call life.
And, yet, there is a way to strive for freedom and that is to align ourselves to Her primal order of purity. The mind evacuated of desires can no longer be held to earthly thraldom and by its very vacuous buoyancy rises to near perfection when it can begin to peep through perforations in the Mother's veil. Freedom is at hand and the death of desires deems it necessary that the soul should dissolve its identity in the infinitude of the Mother on the other side of this phenomenal spectral display. She now draws in Her child through a slit in the curtain and careers him unto freedom.
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