Words came, and I
said:
"Is this a dream?"
"No. We meet in the Ninth Vibration. All here is true."
"Is a dream never true?"
"Sometimes it is the echo of the Ninth Vibration and therefore a
harmonic of truth. You are awake now. It is the day-time that is
the sleep of the soul. You are in the Lower Perception, wherein
the truth behind the veil of what men call Reality is perceived."
"Can I ascend?"
"I cannot tell. That is for you, not me.
"What do I perceive tonight?"
"The Present as it is in the Eternal. Say no more. Come with me."
She stretched her hand and took mine with the assurance of a
goddess, and we went up the hall where the night had been deepest
between the great pillars.
Now it is very clear to me that in every land men, when the doors
of perception are opened, will see what we call the Supernatural
clothed in the image in which that country has accepted it.
Blake, the mighty mystic, will see the Angels of the Revelation,
driving their terrible way above Lambeth - it is not common nor
unclean. The fisherman, plying his coracle on the Thames will
behold the consecration of the great new Abbey of Westminster
celebrated with mass and chant and awful lights in the dead
mid-noon of night by that Apostle who is the Rock of the Church.
Pages:
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42