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LETTER LIV
A
FORMULA FOR MASTERSHIP
My friend, I am going
to leave you for a while—perhaps for a long time.
It seems to me that my immediate work with the earth is
done. I want still further to lighten my load, to soar out upon the waves of
ether—far—far—and to forget, in the thrill of exploration, that I shall some day
have to make my way painfully back to the world through the narrow straits of
birth.
I am going out with the Beautiful Being on a voyage of discovery. My
companion has taken this journey before, and can show me the way to many
wonders.
There is a sadness in bidding you good-bye. Do you remember the last time
you saw me in my old body? We neither of us thought that afternoon that we
should next meet in a foreign country, and under conditions so strange that half
the world will doubt that we have ever met again at all, and the other half will
wonder if indeed we have really met.
Tell me, was I ever more real to you than I am this
evening? While sitting with me in the days of the past, did you ever know less
of what I should say a moment afterwards than you know now? Rack your brain, you
cannot tell what I am going to talk about. That will prove to you, at
least, that I am as real as ever.
I want to leave a few messages. Tell….And tell….And some day tell my boy to
live a brave and clean life. He will be watched over. Tell him that if sometimes
he feels the interior guidance, not to be afraid to trust it. Tell him to look
within for light.
For the present, I have not much more to say to the world at large. But I
want you to publish these letters, leaving out only the very personal
paragraphs.
Yes, I may not see you again for a long time. Do not be sad. When I am
gone, perhaps another will come.
Do not close the door too tight; but guard well the door, and let no one
enter who has not the signs and passwords. You will not be deceived; I have
trained you to that end.
I cannot write much to-night, for there is a sadness
in leaving the earth. But I am—or shall be—all a-thrill with the interest of the
coming voyage. Think of it! I shall see far-away planets and meet their
inhabitants. Shall I find the “square-faced men”? Perhaps so.
In Jupiter, they say, there is a race of beings wonderful to behold. I
shall see them. Will they be fairer than our own Beautiful Being, who loves the
little earth and usually stays near it, because there are such struggles here?
The joy of the struggle! That is the keynote of immortality, the keynote of
power. Let this be my final message to the world. Tell them to enjoy their
struggles, to thrill at the endless possibilities of combination and creation,
to live in the moment while preparing for long hence, and not to exaggerate the
importance of momentary failures and disappointments.
When they come out here and get their lives in perspective, they will see
that most of their causes of anxiety were trivial, and that all the lights and
shadows were necessary to the picture.
I had my lights and shadows, too, but I regret nothing. The Master enjoys
difficulties as a swimmer enjoys the resistance of the water.
If I could make you realise the power that comes from
facing the struggle—not only bravely, as all the platitudinous bores will tell
you, but facing it with enjoyment. Why, any healthy boy enjoys a fight. His
blood beats fast, his nerves tingle; but he who keeps his head cool is likely to
come out on top.
Life is a fight. You are in matter to conquer it—lest it conquer you.
There is nothing in this universe stronger than the will of man when it is
directed by a powerful unit of force. Whatever your strength, make the most of
it in the battle of life.
Remember that your opponents are not other men, but conditions. If you
fight men, they will fight you back; but if you fight conditions, they, being
unintelligent, will yield to you with just enough resistance to keep your
muscles in good order.
And do not forget the law of rhythm—that is at the back of everything.
Count on rhythm; it never has failed yet, and it never will. Watch for the high
tides of yourself and flow up with them; when the inevitable low tides come,
either rest or meditate. You cannot escape rhythm. You transcend it by working
with it.
You can even turn and grow young, for time also has its tides; and there
are many ripples in the long sea-swell of life.
I feel that I am leaving much unsaid. But I shall meet you again some day.
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