The world is a phantasmagoria, a shadow-play of illusory figures, the spectators being duped by the evanescent joys and sorrows presented by the Showman with his three-stringed magic lyre. Thus tempted and duped they lose the power of discriminating between what is and what is not, bemuse themselves by thoughtless action, and go ever-more round and round their sense- preoccupations. The seers call this gyration the fallen state of man ; wherefrom you should seek deliverance by resignation to the Guide in whose abode of peace you will in consequence be nursed like a child. So sheltered under the mercy of the Guide you are empowered to put on the shield and buckle of the allmighty love of God which as a matter of course secures to you the abode of peace, where, after the realisation of your eternal Self, you are enrobed for eternal service of the Lord
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