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Title: GodOutlines of the new theology, based on facts, science, nature, reason, intuition, revelation and common senseAuthor: T. D. CurtisRelease date: May 10, 2013 [eBook #42683]Most recently updated: October 23, 2024Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Mark C. Orton, Paul Clark and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet Archive)

Title: God

Outlines of the new theology, based on facts, science, nature, reason, intuition, revelation and common sense

Author: T. D. Curtis

Release date: May 10, 2013 [eBook #42683]Most recently updated: October 23, 2024

Language: English

Credits: Produced by Mark C. Orton, Paul Clark and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet Archive)

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GOD:OUTLINES OF THENEW THEOLOGY,BASED ON

FACTS, SCIENCE, NATURE, REASON,INTUITION, REVELATION ANDCOMMON SENSE.

BY T. D. CURTIS,Author of "The Nazarene," "Cross and Crown,""Resurgam," and other Poems.

CHICAGO:PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR

1889

Copyrighted by the Author, T. D. Curtis, ofChicago, in the year 1889.

The New Theology is a gathering up of the fragments, antagonizing none of the Old Theologies, while harmonizing the essential parts of all, by omitting excrescences and supplying deficiencies. All others have failed because they are fragmentary and narrow. They do not recognize the Female principle of Being and its true relation to the Male. They do not recognize the results of endless Progression, or the outcome of an infinite and eternal sexual union of the primal principles Love and Wisdom, which generates the motive power of Being and causes evolution and all the innumerable manifestations of progressive existence. They do not explain the origin of the idea of a personal God, nor of the doctrine of emanation from Him, or the God-Pair. They do not explain whence the idea of a non-personal Being, pervading everything. None of them catch a glimpse of the conjugal pair unfolding and rising to Godhood, when their sphere becomes the parent of universes, by natural development, thus completing another of the cycles of Being, as we seein two infants growing into the adult estate and becoming the parents of other infants. In place of the rule of Law and Order, rising into the rule of Equity and Love, they substitute the arbitrary rule of a monarch, full of partiality, favoritism and vindictiveness. The time has come for something more humane, consistent and rational, more progressive, comprehensive and complete. This the New Theology supplies to the advanced mind. Mankind are sloughing off the Old Theologies, and coming up higher. We are at the turn of the tide, and the New Theology is a safe craft on which to ride the spiritual waves, in the light of a new and better era, to a higher condition.

The Author.

1.Of all that is incomprehensibleThe name—in English language known asGod,The Force of which all forms and things are full—The Source of Being—otherwise were nullAll things that now exist—at whose great nodThe Universes come to light—whose willOmnipotent rules with Discretion's rodOf Love and Mercy, Equity and Skill:—Thou art my theme—into my brain thy light instill!2.Others have speculated on this theme;Then why not I, who feel impelled to tryMy feeble power upon the waking dreamOf all the ages? Though presumptuous seemMy efforts, there can be no reason whyThe least may not divulge the thoughts that riseWithin the soul so eager to descry,As wide it opes its ever-straining eyes,The visions that might daze the more profoundly wise.3.Throughout all animated nature weBehold the presence and the power of Sex;From Man to lowest forms of Life we seeAll things are joined together sexuallyFor Reproduction; simple or complex,'Tis Evolution's ever-acting law;We trace through brutal matter the reflexOf this all-potent force, and view with aweThe deep conclusions which from it we're forced to draw.4.Female and Male all things at last appear;Thus Sex thro'out all Nature's realms controls;From lowest upward to the highest sphere,So far as mortal eye beholdeth here,Through Sex conjunction everything unfolds;As positive and negative, when metIn union chemical, the union holdsTrue to proportions which the law hath setFor simples, and they thus new elements beget.5.Together these two forces act as one;Without the one, the other were as nought;They are the Heat and Light thrown from the sunWhich warm and vivify the earth as runThe planets in their courses; nor is oughtUpon the face of earth they did not bring;Through these life-giving rays to us are broughtAll earthly blessings—Life and every thingThat blooms and fructifies to which we fondly cling.6.Our sun, like every other sun we see,Is a reflex of its Great Prototype,The Spirit Sun, from which perpetuallyIs drawn all that is possible to be—That is, all primal principles, when ripeAre the conditions for them to descendInto this outer sphere, where Pan's rude pipeBreaks forth in music, as the forces tendTo consummate through Nature Being's aim and end.7.The home of God, as it to me appears,Is the Great Spirit Sun, whence emanateAll things beheld by scientists and seers—The births of countless myriads of yearsWherein the sexual forces procreateThe suns and universes, and the formsThat naturally fill each vast estate,Preparing, through each sun that lights and warms,Abodes for future life's innumerable swarms.8.God is a highly conjugated Pair,Once lowly born and dwelling on some earthSo far remote that no one may declareOr comprehend the stretch of time, or dareTo picture them at the domestic hearth,Where first they felt the flame of love divineTo which their dawning future gave the birth;Then through their consciousness began to shineTheir vast unfolding, as their lives should intertwine.9.They too sprang from a God who had beforeBeen born as they, and like to them did growA Mutual Pair, unfolding Being's doorFor earthly suns and planets to outpourAnd then become with light and life aglow;As closer still their sexual union grew,Life and intelligence unfolded more,Until the Pair we call our God, with dueAnd orderly succession, sprang to earthly view.10.They lived and died, as men and women nowAre seen to live and die, in earthly sense;They entered spirit life, and then the vowOf love renewed was made, and on each browThe blazing star of faith shone most intense;They rose to higher spheres, and all aglowThey moved in Love's own aura, issuing henceAnd forming round them in a glorious bow,Until a sun began its radiance to throw.11.The elements of Being evermoreJoined in a closer union, as they must;As they recede, they form a darksome shoreLike what remained when earthly life was o'erAnd the God-Pair behind them left their dust;Upon this outer sphere, surrounding all,The only sphere where burneth selfish lust,The inner heat of Life began to fallAnd suns to burn and throw off earthly ball on ball.12.Thus came our universe with all its stars,Its suns and planets—all that these contain;Our earth rolls on among the planet-cars,Freighted with life and death, with peace and wars,With all the good and evil in its train;And we, the tiny mortals struggling here,Hoping and fearing, vexing heart and brain,Have much our weary, drooping souls to cheer—For what is mystery now will soon be plain and clear.13.Our destiny is that which is our God's,Who has so many ages gone before;The heights sublime whence he now smiling nodsOne day we all shall reach, though great the oddsNow stretching out from hence to that bright shore;For time and space are nothing; the same lawsThat governed him, unfolding evermoreThose sprang from him, still working without pause,Must lift us to his plane, as end doth follow cause.14.Meantime, he will go on as we come up,Since our unfolding must depend on his;For we must drink from out the self-same cup,And at the self-same table we must sup;But he, gone on beyond to higher bliss,Will be our leader still, above all strife;We from his realm, as now we do in this,Like branches of the tree with sap grown rife,Draw elements of fruit, which sprout new shoots of life.15.But, did our Heavenly Parents not progress,There would be no progression for us here;All stagnant would become, and motionless,With utter silence and obliviousnessAs infinite as Being's boundless sphere;Progress for one involves progress for all,As long as Love its mate delights to cheer;As long as Love responds to Love's sweet call,No cataclysmal force can Being's tide forestall.16.But does it seem too much for mortal hopeTo dream of a career so far aboveAnd still advancing as conditions opeThe way of endless progress? Who can copeWith infinite progression, born of Love,And say where it shall end? Our destiny,With all eternity in which to rove,Must have unbounded possibility;Oh! glorious broadening ages that are yet to be!17.We only have a glimpse, and yet beholdHow vast the scene stretched out before our eyes!We start from seeming nothingness of old;As we our dawning consciousness unfold,What strides we make! How vastly do we riseFrom knowing nought to science quick with sightTo penetrate the earth and scan the skies,So eager is the soul in search of light,Full of its destiny to grasp the infinite!18.Who cannot see eternal progress mustHave infinite results, and no one canE'er be so far advanced beyond the dustThat, progress ended, he will stop and rustMid Evolution's ever-onward plan?If dreams of a progressive life are notA vain delusion, then must rising manBecome more than the mind conceives of whatBefits a God—beyond all reach of earthly thought.19.And who shall say it is so very strangeThat suns and systems should be born and rearedAmid the ceaseless and unfolding changeThrough which evolving souls are made to rangeIn their progression, marvelous and weird,When mere conjunction of the sexes givesTo human beings form and life endearedTo parents and to other relatives—The highest type of Being here on earth that lives?20.The emanations from the wedded Pair,When truly wed, forever conjugate;In closer union constantly they areCombining in the form of substance rare,And building of the aura they createA sphere around the couple joined as one,Which ever is extending as they mateIn their unending journey here begun,Until their sphere is a prolific Spirit Sun.21.We are unable here to further traceTheir grand career beyond this Spirit Sun;We have no evidence on which to baseTheir further progress, nor a clue to placeConjecture or belief upon; but noneCan doubt the bliss and glory of the vastUnfolding of the future here begun;It seems impossible for seers to castTheir vision farther on; it stops with God, at last.22.Nor can we farther backward go than this,Our earthly plane, which emanates as wasteFrom the God-Pair, while every atom isInstinct with all that an analysisCould find in highest forms of what is chaste;Though seeming void, chaotic, without trend,As water seeks its level in its hasteTo be at rest, so these rude atoms tendTo reproduce the human form—their aim and end.23.But this is clear, whatisforeverwas,So far as actual substance is concerned;We need not look for any primal causeOf Being, nor of any of its laws;Theywere, andare, andwill be, when is burnedThe last of all we now behold below—Will bewhen countless cycles have returned,And countless others shall return and go;Allwas, andis, andwill be—more we cannot know.24.Two Principles we recognize as first;These primal principles unite as one;All Being dual is; the sexual thirstFelt by all sentient beings here is nursedBy virtue of these Principles, which runEach into each as naturally asThe elements of water run, or sunDraws up the waters for the thirsty grass,Or streams to join the ocean ripple as they pass.25.The Swedish Seer went not astray when heNamed these two Principles Wisdom and Love;Their junction formeth all that e'er can be,Spirit or substance, matter, all we see,Or feel, or think, or hope for from above;Their union, growing closer hour by hour,Oped infinite conditions when they cloveUnto each other with resistless powerThat moves all Being—each the other's living dower.26.To show that Being must be dual, letUs for a moment brief only supposeOne man alone, one sentient being, setIn utter nothingness, with nought to fretOr to disturb the silence and repose—He could not even know he lived at all!'Tis moving contact that to each one showsHe has existence. If stark darkness fall,One cannot feel his hand without some motion small.27.Love sleeping all alone could never wake;Wisdom in lone repose could give no light;The two brought into contact, Love would quakeWith thrilling tremor that would warm and wakeWisdom to knowledge and a joyous sightOf his companion blushing to be seen;The mutual recognition would be quiteA startling revelation in the sheenOf Light and Life gendered by touch the two between.28.Then think with what attractive force the twoGreat Principles of Being would be drawnTogether, with no other thing in viewTo militate against the union trueOf every eager atom, which would yawnWith the intensest hunger to be wedTo its twin atom, waiting in the dawnOf resurrection from the rayless dead,To thus be on its everlasting journey sped!29.An illustration feeble this of howThe Principles of Love and Wisdom blendIn mutual accord, and thus endowThe Pair with the capacity to growInto a fonder union without end,Evolving from their conscious being allThe forms and forces which forever sendThe tide of Life through all that soar or crawl,Wherever the conditions infinite may call.30.It matters not what we may choose to nameThe element which we now contemplate;It is the all-pervading vital flameAnd moulding force that from the union cameOf Love and Wisdom, which forever mate;If we so will, we may suppose it Mind,And all things manifold and correlateSo many thoughts projected and definedFor use and contemplation of our human kind.31.So far as we can see, the moving forceComes through and issues from a Human PairWho lived long ages since, and in the courseOf Evolution, have become the sourceOf our vast universe, and to it areAs parents to their children, by a lawOf higher, broader scope, that may compareWith procreation here, but which may drawFrom deeper source than even Gods themselves e'er saw.32.Man is the aim and end of what exists;As forces at his earthly birth prepareFor him the needed food, and he subsistsWithin the womb as kindly Nature lists,So Love and Wisdom, present everywhere,Provide the suns and earths for his abodeWhile, all unconscious, he is unawareOf his condition, or whence leads the roadThat he henceforth must tread, as others erst have trode.33.What Love suggests Wisdom is prone to do,As far as laws eternal will permit;Pervading all and ever working toWhatever object seen they can pursue,They find the highest form and type most fitIn Man and Woman, whom they ever aimTo reproduce and then unfold to sitIn higher realms, with Love and Light aflame,Whence they survey new fields and those through which they came.34.The emanations from the Parent PairAt first take forms of very low degree,According to conditions, to prepareThe way for higher forms, which ever areAscending toward the human, as we see;The motion of the atom designatesCondition and its due activity;Sub-union of the elements createsVarieties of forms and motions, and of states.35.Though Being is but one, within its scopeIt takes on countless forms, ascending stillTo higher harmonies, where new fields opeTo higher beauties and to brighter hope;As music's octaves rise, progressive willAscends from sphere to sphere, thro' endless range;The higher motion makes each sphere to thrillWith higher Life and glories new and strange,Perfection nearing through an everlasting change.36."Is this the lot of all?" some one may ask;"If so, how can there be the room for eachTo thus unfold eternally and baskIn glory e'er increasing, with the taskOf guiding all in such a boundless reach?"Domythoughts clash with yours, or yours with mine?Have you not room to think, and act, and teach,Because the world is full of thoughts that shineIn other brains or firmaments, which them enshrine?37.In spirit, there is room enough to think;The mental realm has no material bound;To space there is no all-confining brink,Or wall of adamant against which clinkThe thoughts of men and useless fall to ground;Yet thoughts are things substantial as the rock,But only tho'ts from higher source are crownedSupreme and lasting; these, as real, knockAgainst our weaker conscious being, shock on shock.38.Well the psychologist knows how he canCreate what seem material things untoThe sensitive whom he controls, and planSurroundings real to him as God's to Man;His thoughts, more positive, come into viewAs actual objects to the subject's mind;So in our little realm, by law as trueAs Life, our consciousness is all confined,And we behold God's thoughts in matter's form designed.39.We nothing add and nothing do we takeBy our unfolding, which but changes whatAlready has existence, as we wakeFrom our unconscious state and slowly shakeThe sleep of ages from our eyes, our lotTo find ourselves upon a higher planeOf active life, which we had heeded not,Because we had not risen yet, through pain,Unto the higher level it was ours to gain.40.Our life henceforth is one eternalNow,Based on the Past, with all it has achieved,And looking to the Future with a browBeaming with keen anticipation's glow;However in the past we may have grieved,Now comes a state where grief is all unknown;We rise above the brutal plane, relievedFrom its relentless rule; we gladly ownAffection's sweeter sway, and ever cease to moan.41.As the conditions change, we rise to higherEnjoyment of the life which they unfold;We are not torn by false or vain desire,Nor tortured with the slow but cleansing fireThat burns the dross and purifies the gold;But calmly and serenely on we keepOur course to beauties and to joys untold;No more our eyes are called upon to weep,No more we sink in dull and all-unconscious sleep.42.Our life, as then we find it, still unfoldsThrough the resistless tide or undertowOf an involuntary force, which holdsUs in the true unerring course—controlsThe flow of voluntary, as below,Yet gives a sense of acting from free will;But well we know the power to will must flow,With all our opportunities, from stillProfounder prior source, whence we derive all skill.43.'Twas always so, and will be without end;We cannot pierce eternity of PastTo find beginning, nor the future rendTo find the final goal to which we tend,But be content to know that, first and last,All was and will be as we find it now,Changed only in condition, which is fastRevolving the kaleidoscope to showHow multiform the Being first on earth we know.44.Mankind are Gods in embryo, and GodsAre wedded Pairs advanced to higher life;All are one substance, and the seeming oddsAre in conditions; he who patient plodsThrough this dull sphere of ever-active strife,Where hope and doubt a balance keep with fears,Will one day join his true allotted wife,And they together rise, as blend their spheres,To God's estate and its unfolding lapse of years.45.All the surrounding vast array we meet,The sphere of God and present home of Man,Is part and parcel needed to completeThe home that every conscious life must greet—As in the womb the infant but a spanHas there prepared a world to meet its needsTill Nature has completed every planFor its reception, and where too she breedsAll things required to aid the destiny that leads.46.Behold, oh! Man, how glorious a thingIt is to be! Thou art the type supremeOf all that is; and couldst thou only bringThine eyes to see the grandeur which I sing,Thou wouldst not grovel in thy waking dream,But rise to higher, nobler, juster aims,And make the very vaults of Heaven gleamWith smiles of angels, whose prolonged acclaimsWould shake the earth, aglow with their ethereal flame.47.But now my task is done. I drop the penAnd turn to earth, where bodily affairsCall me to tussle with my fellow menFor my small share of sustenance, and thenEssay to help the weaker gather theirs;Would that I had the power to clearer makeThe meaning of my theme; but all my prayersAre vain to help my cause, or even wakeOne echo in the mind that feels no thirst to slake.48.Perhaps some day some abler hand will stringThe lyre to loftier, clearer, sweeter tones,And of Man's joyous destiny will sing,And o'er the earth its thrilling echoes fling,Waking responsive feeling in the zones,While listening from my spirit mansion I—Who long since in the ashes left my bones—Will smiling hear the notes that rise on high,And fill with rapturous music the o'ervaulting sky.

Of all that is incomprehensibleThe name—in English language known asGod,The Force of which all forms and things are full—The Source of Being—otherwise were nullAll things that now exist—at whose great nodThe Universes come to light—whose willOmnipotent rules with Discretion's rodOf Love and Mercy, Equity and Skill:—Thou art my theme—into my brain thy light instill!

Others have speculated on this theme;Then why not I, who feel impelled to tryMy feeble power upon the waking dreamOf all the ages? Though presumptuous seemMy efforts, there can be no reason whyThe least may not divulge the thoughts that riseWithin the soul so eager to descry,As wide it opes its ever-straining eyes,The visions that might daze the more profoundly wise.

Throughout all animated nature weBehold the presence and the power of Sex;From Man to lowest forms of Life we seeAll things are joined together sexuallyFor Reproduction; simple or complex,'Tis Evolution's ever-acting law;We trace through brutal matter the reflexOf this all-potent force, and view with aweThe deep conclusions which from it we're forced to draw.

Female and Male all things at last appear;Thus Sex thro'out all Nature's realms controls;From lowest upward to the highest sphere,So far as mortal eye beholdeth here,Through Sex conjunction everything unfolds;As positive and negative, when metIn union chemical, the union holdsTrue to proportions which the law hath setFor simples, and they thus new elements beget.

Together these two forces act as one;Without the one, the other were as nought;They are the Heat and Light thrown from the sunWhich warm and vivify the earth as runThe planets in their courses; nor is oughtUpon the face of earth they did not bring;Through these life-giving rays to us are broughtAll earthly blessings—Life and every thingThat blooms and fructifies to which we fondly cling.

Our sun, like every other sun we see,Is a reflex of its Great Prototype,The Spirit Sun, from which perpetuallyIs drawn all that is possible to be—That is, all primal principles, when ripeAre the conditions for them to descendInto this outer sphere, where Pan's rude pipeBreaks forth in music, as the forces tendTo consummate through Nature Being's aim and end.

The home of God, as it to me appears,Is the Great Spirit Sun, whence emanateAll things beheld by scientists and seers—The births of countless myriads of yearsWherein the sexual forces procreateThe suns and universes, and the formsThat naturally fill each vast estate,Preparing, through each sun that lights and warms,Abodes for future life's innumerable swarms.

God is a highly conjugated Pair,Once lowly born and dwelling on some earthSo far remote that no one may declareOr comprehend the stretch of time, or dareTo picture them at the domestic hearth,Where first they felt the flame of love divineTo which their dawning future gave the birth;Then through their consciousness began to shineTheir vast unfolding, as their lives should intertwine.

They too sprang from a God who had beforeBeen born as they, and like to them did growA Mutual Pair, unfolding Being's doorFor earthly suns and planets to outpourAnd then become with light and life aglow;As closer still their sexual union grew,Life and intelligence unfolded more,Until the Pair we call our God, with dueAnd orderly succession, sprang to earthly view.

They lived and died, as men and women nowAre seen to live and die, in earthly sense;They entered spirit life, and then the vowOf love renewed was made, and on each browThe blazing star of faith shone most intense;They rose to higher spheres, and all aglowThey moved in Love's own aura, issuing henceAnd forming round them in a glorious bow,Until a sun began its radiance to throw.

The elements of Being evermoreJoined in a closer union, as they must;As they recede, they form a darksome shoreLike what remained when earthly life was o'erAnd the God-Pair behind them left their dust;Upon this outer sphere, surrounding all,The only sphere where burneth selfish lust,The inner heat of Life began to fallAnd suns to burn and throw off earthly ball on ball.

Thus came our universe with all its stars,Its suns and planets—all that these contain;Our earth rolls on among the planet-cars,Freighted with life and death, with peace and wars,With all the good and evil in its train;And we, the tiny mortals struggling here,Hoping and fearing, vexing heart and brain,Have much our weary, drooping souls to cheer—For what is mystery now will soon be plain and clear.

Our destiny is that which is our God's,Who has so many ages gone before;The heights sublime whence he now smiling nodsOne day we all shall reach, though great the oddsNow stretching out from hence to that bright shore;For time and space are nothing; the same lawsThat governed him, unfolding evermoreThose sprang from him, still working without pause,Must lift us to his plane, as end doth follow cause.

Meantime, he will go on as we come up,Since our unfolding must depend on his;For we must drink from out the self-same cup,And at the self-same table we must sup;But he, gone on beyond to higher bliss,Will be our leader still, above all strife;We from his realm, as now we do in this,Like branches of the tree with sap grown rife,Draw elements of fruit, which sprout new shoots of life.

But, did our Heavenly Parents not progress,There would be no progression for us here;All stagnant would become, and motionless,With utter silence and obliviousnessAs infinite as Being's boundless sphere;Progress for one involves progress for all,As long as Love its mate delights to cheer;As long as Love responds to Love's sweet call,No cataclysmal force can Being's tide forestall.

But does it seem too much for mortal hopeTo dream of a career so far aboveAnd still advancing as conditions opeThe way of endless progress? Who can copeWith infinite progression, born of Love,And say where it shall end? Our destiny,With all eternity in which to rove,Must have unbounded possibility;Oh! glorious broadening ages that are yet to be!

We only have a glimpse, and yet beholdHow vast the scene stretched out before our eyes!We start from seeming nothingness of old;As we our dawning consciousness unfold,What strides we make! How vastly do we riseFrom knowing nought to science quick with sightTo penetrate the earth and scan the skies,So eager is the soul in search of light,Full of its destiny to grasp the infinite!

Who cannot see eternal progress mustHave infinite results, and no one canE'er be so far advanced beyond the dustThat, progress ended, he will stop and rustMid Evolution's ever-onward plan?If dreams of a progressive life are notA vain delusion, then must rising manBecome more than the mind conceives of whatBefits a God—beyond all reach of earthly thought.

And who shall say it is so very strangeThat suns and systems should be born and rearedAmid the ceaseless and unfolding changeThrough which evolving souls are made to rangeIn their progression, marvelous and weird,When mere conjunction of the sexes givesTo human beings form and life endearedTo parents and to other relatives—The highest type of Being here on earth that lives?

The emanations from the wedded Pair,When truly wed, forever conjugate;In closer union constantly they areCombining in the form of substance rare,And building of the aura they createA sphere around the couple joined as one,Which ever is extending as they mateIn their unending journey here begun,Until their sphere is a prolific Spirit Sun.

We are unable here to further traceTheir grand career beyond this Spirit Sun;We have no evidence on which to baseTheir further progress, nor a clue to placeConjecture or belief upon; but noneCan doubt the bliss and glory of the vastUnfolding of the future here begun;It seems impossible for seers to castTheir vision farther on; it stops with God, at last.

Nor can we farther backward go than this,Our earthly plane, which emanates as wasteFrom the God-Pair, while every atom isInstinct with all that an analysisCould find in highest forms of what is chaste;Though seeming void, chaotic, without trend,As water seeks its level in its hasteTo be at rest, so these rude atoms tendTo reproduce the human form—their aim and end.

But this is clear, whatisforeverwas,So far as actual substance is concerned;We need not look for any primal causeOf Being, nor of any of its laws;Theywere, andare, andwill be, when is burnedThe last of all we now behold below—Will bewhen countless cycles have returned,And countless others shall return and go;Allwas, andis, andwill be—more we cannot know.

Two Principles we recognize as first;These primal principles unite as one;All Being dual is; the sexual thirstFelt by all sentient beings here is nursedBy virtue of these Principles, which runEach into each as naturally asThe elements of water run, or sunDraws up the waters for the thirsty grass,Or streams to join the ocean ripple as they pass.

The Swedish Seer went not astray when heNamed these two Principles Wisdom and Love;Their junction formeth all that e'er can be,Spirit or substance, matter, all we see,Or feel, or think, or hope for from above;Their union, growing closer hour by hour,Oped infinite conditions when they cloveUnto each other with resistless powerThat moves all Being—each the other's living dower.

To show that Being must be dual, letUs for a moment brief only supposeOne man alone, one sentient being, setIn utter nothingness, with nought to fretOr to disturb the silence and repose—He could not even know he lived at all!'Tis moving contact that to each one showsHe has existence. If stark darkness fall,One cannot feel his hand without some motion small.

Love sleeping all alone could never wake;Wisdom in lone repose could give no light;The two brought into contact, Love would quakeWith thrilling tremor that would warm and wakeWisdom to knowledge and a joyous sightOf his companion blushing to be seen;The mutual recognition would be quiteA startling revelation in the sheenOf Light and Life gendered by touch the two between.

Then think with what attractive force the twoGreat Principles of Being would be drawnTogether, with no other thing in viewTo militate against the union trueOf every eager atom, which would yawnWith the intensest hunger to be wedTo its twin atom, waiting in the dawnOf resurrection from the rayless dead,To thus be on its everlasting journey sped!

An illustration feeble this of howThe Principles of Love and Wisdom blendIn mutual accord, and thus endowThe Pair with the capacity to growInto a fonder union without end,Evolving from their conscious being allThe forms and forces which forever sendThe tide of Life through all that soar or crawl,Wherever the conditions infinite may call.

It matters not what we may choose to nameThe element which we now contemplate;It is the all-pervading vital flameAnd moulding force that from the union cameOf Love and Wisdom, which forever mate;If we so will, we may suppose it Mind,And all things manifold and correlateSo many thoughts projected and definedFor use and contemplation of our human kind.

So far as we can see, the moving forceComes through and issues from a Human PairWho lived long ages since, and in the courseOf Evolution, have become the sourceOf our vast universe, and to it areAs parents to their children, by a lawOf higher, broader scope, that may compareWith procreation here, but which may drawFrom deeper source than even Gods themselves e'er saw.

Man is the aim and end of what exists;As forces at his earthly birth prepareFor him the needed food, and he subsistsWithin the womb as kindly Nature lists,So Love and Wisdom, present everywhere,Provide the suns and earths for his abodeWhile, all unconscious, he is unawareOf his condition, or whence leads the roadThat he henceforth must tread, as others erst have trode.

What Love suggests Wisdom is prone to do,As far as laws eternal will permit;Pervading all and ever working toWhatever object seen they can pursue,They find the highest form and type most fitIn Man and Woman, whom they ever aimTo reproduce and then unfold to sitIn higher realms, with Love and Light aflame,Whence they survey new fields and those through which they came.

The emanations from the Parent PairAt first take forms of very low degree,According to conditions, to prepareThe way for higher forms, which ever areAscending toward the human, as we see;The motion of the atom designatesCondition and its due activity;Sub-union of the elements createsVarieties of forms and motions, and of states.

Though Being is but one, within its scopeIt takes on countless forms, ascending stillTo higher harmonies, where new fields opeTo higher beauties and to brighter hope;As music's octaves rise, progressive willAscends from sphere to sphere, thro' endless range;The higher motion makes each sphere to thrillWith higher Life and glories new and strange,Perfection nearing through an everlasting change.

"Is this the lot of all?" some one may ask;"If so, how can there be the room for eachTo thus unfold eternally and baskIn glory e'er increasing, with the taskOf guiding all in such a boundless reach?"Domythoughts clash with yours, or yours with mine?Have you not room to think, and act, and teach,Because the world is full of thoughts that shineIn other brains or firmaments, which them enshrine?

In spirit, there is room enough to think;The mental realm has no material bound;To space there is no all-confining brink,Or wall of adamant against which clinkThe thoughts of men and useless fall to ground;Yet thoughts are things substantial as the rock,But only tho'ts from higher source are crownedSupreme and lasting; these, as real, knockAgainst our weaker conscious being, shock on shock.

Well the psychologist knows how he canCreate what seem material things untoThe sensitive whom he controls, and planSurroundings real to him as God's to Man;His thoughts, more positive, come into viewAs actual objects to the subject's mind;So in our little realm, by law as trueAs Life, our consciousness is all confined,And we behold God's thoughts in matter's form designed.

We nothing add and nothing do we takeBy our unfolding, which but changes whatAlready has existence, as we wakeFrom our unconscious state and slowly shakeThe sleep of ages from our eyes, our lotTo find ourselves upon a higher planeOf active life, which we had heeded not,Because we had not risen yet, through pain,Unto the higher level it was ours to gain.

Our life henceforth is one eternalNow,Based on the Past, with all it has achieved,And looking to the Future with a browBeaming with keen anticipation's glow;However in the past we may have grieved,Now comes a state where grief is all unknown;We rise above the brutal plane, relievedFrom its relentless rule; we gladly ownAffection's sweeter sway, and ever cease to moan.

As the conditions change, we rise to higherEnjoyment of the life which they unfold;We are not torn by false or vain desire,Nor tortured with the slow but cleansing fireThat burns the dross and purifies the gold;But calmly and serenely on we keepOur course to beauties and to joys untold;No more our eyes are called upon to weep,No more we sink in dull and all-unconscious sleep.

Our life, as then we find it, still unfoldsThrough the resistless tide or undertowOf an involuntary force, which holdsUs in the true unerring course—controlsThe flow of voluntary, as below,Yet gives a sense of acting from free will;But well we know the power to will must flow,With all our opportunities, from stillProfounder prior source, whence we derive all skill.

'Twas always so, and will be without end;We cannot pierce eternity of PastTo find beginning, nor the future rendTo find the final goal to which we tend,But be content to know that, first and last,All was and will be as we find it now,Changed only in condition, which is fastRevolving the kaleidoscope to showHow multiform the Being first on earth we know.

Mankind are Gods in embryo, and GodsAre wedded Pairs advanced to higher life;All are one substance, and the seeming oddsAre in conditions; he who patient plodsThrough this dull sphere of ever-active strife,Where hope and doubt a balance keep with fears,Will one day join his true allotted wife,And they together rise, as blend their spheres,To God's estate and its unfolding lapse of years.

All the surrounding vast array we meet,The sphere of God and present home of Man,Is part and parcel needed to completeThe home that every conscious life must greet—As in the womb the infant but a spanHas there prepared a world to meet its needsTill Nature has completed every planFor its reception, and where too she breedsAll things required to aid the destiny that leads.

Behold, oh! Man, how glorious a thingIt is to be! Thou art the type supremeOf all that is; and couldst thou only bringThine eyes to see the grandeur which I sing,Thou wouldst not grovel in thy waking dream,But rise to higher, nobler, juster aims,And make the very vaults of Heaven gleamWith smiles of angels, whose prolonged acclaimsWould shake the earth, aglow with their ethereal flame.

But now my task is done. I drop the penAnd turn to earth, where bodily affairsCall me to tussle with my fellow menFor my small share of sustenance, and thenEssay to help the weaker gather theirs;Would that I had the power to clearer makeThe meaning of my theme; but all my prayersAre vain to help my cause, or even wakeOne echo in the mind that feels no thirst to slake.

Perhaps some day some abler hand will stringThe lyre to loftier, clearer, sweeter tones,And of Man's joyous destiny will sing,And o'er the earth its thrilling echoes fling,Waking responsive feeling in the zones,While listening from my spirit mansion I—Who long since in the ashes left my bones—Will smiling hear the notes that rise on high,And fill with rapturous music the o'ervaulting sky.

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