A Fire Mantram
- The point of light within the glowing arc, O Pilgrim on the Way, waxes and wanes as
application hard or not betrays the purpose within the heart.
- That point is ever there, unnoticed and unseen. Dark is the night and drear, and sore
the heart of the unilluminated Pilgrim. Dark is the night but drearness is not felt when
within the gloomy portal is seen the bright illusive light, the light that flickers ever
on ahead, enticing with its gleam the Pilgrim ever onward.
- Six times the light may wax and wane, six times the glow is felt, but at the seventh
glowing hour the Flame bursts forth.
- Six times the Flame bursts forth, six times the burning starts, but at the seventh hour
the altar is lost sight of and only Flame is seen.
- Six times the circle of the burning fire, six times the roaring furnace burns and
separates, but at the seventh naught is left save the ascending Flame, that mounts to the
Triadal Spirit.
- Six times the Flame mounts up, six times the cloud recedes, but at the seventh naught is
seen save everlasting fire.
- Six times the Flame absorbs the water, six times the moisture disappears, but at the
seventh great absorption naught is left save iridescent fire.
- Three times the fire envelops, three times the sun recedes; at time the fourth the work
is done, and naught is left save Flame primordial. That Flame absorbs, revolves, receives,
and remains. When all that is has traversed the Flame, then Time is not.
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