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Creator's revelation with the proud patience of one who knows he is

There is no hurry in my effortless efforts. Failure is and shall be
meaningless to me. I do all acts now under a sense of the cyclic
nature of things, and under a sense of the immortality that is in the
midst of our mortal existence. The wheel of life turns in its course,
as the wheel of the universe turns through creations and dissolutions,
and my attainment must unfailingly come to me in the end. There
is no being and no obstacle strong enough to keep me from that.
No creature, whether human, sub-human or super-human, whether
evil or not, can stop the water of my life from ultimately rising and
returning to the level of its divine source. That return may not be
accomplished for many years or for many lives to come, for I cannot
predict the hour or the day when this sacred influx will take place,
but I can wait. The sense of inescapable eternity envelops me now
like a cloud, I live, move and breathe within that cloud.

But how do I know that success is so certain? Wherefrom
emanates this unquestioned optimism that roots itself so deeply
and so strongly in my heart?

I myself can but answer that I hardly know. It is there and I
accept it. I do not question the sun which homes itself in the sky. I
cannot question tins confident instinct which homes itself in my

Some reinforcement has come to it in the past, true, but had it
not already existed no external contact could have made it live so
powerfully as it does now* When, on the Thames bank one summer
evening, my spirit was drawn unexpectedly out of its earthly case as
a sword is drawn out of its scabbard, and I was taken into the realm
of inter-stellar space, that contact was then given and imparted an
immense strengthening of the already-born instinct. The message
of the gods* implacable will to effect man's divine restoration was
delivered to me, and from that memorable presence of the Sacred
Four I returned with a string of words impressed upon my mind
whose purport sometimes frightens me and sometimes exalts me.
But whatever the result, I place my unreserved trust in the eternal
nature of those forces which hold the world within their gra*p, and
consequently hold my individual life too. Knowing the glorious end,
the glorious if unfulfilled destiny of mankind, I can wait calmly.
I, too, as a human being, must share it with the others. All the
defeats are but temporary. The miseries which walk in the train of
mundane life do not touch the Overself, which will one day reclaim
Its own, for all else is subordinate to It.



With such confidence, then, a man may sit on his mountain-
and let life hasten by him.* "With such inbreathing of the air of