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As A Man Thinketh — Way of Peace (version 2)-James Allen. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
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Whether you're looking for the performance of a camera, the versatility of Arab 4, the efficiency of a Corolla, or all electric driving in the BZ. There's a Toyota that's just right for you. And with great deals across the lineup, now's the time to find yours. But hurry, these deals won't last long. Toyota's easy choice sales event end soon. We make it easy. Toyota, let's go places. Section 1 of the Way of Peace by James Allen. This is a Libby rocks recording. All Libby rocks recordings are in the public domain. A further information, water volunteer, please contact Libby rocks.org. Recording by LG Pug. Section 1, the Power of Meditation. Spiritual meditation is the pathway to divinity. It is the mystic letter which reaches from earth to heaven, from error to truth, from pain to peace.
Every saint has climbed it. Every sinner must sooner or later come to it. And every weary pilgrim that turns his back upon self and the world and sets his face resolutely toward the father's home must plight his feet upon his golden rounds. Without its aid, you cannot grow into the divine state. The divine likeness, the divine peace and the fadeless glories and unpoluting joys of truth will remain hidden from you. Meditation is the intense dwelling in thought upon an idea or theme with the object of thoroughly comprehending it. And whatsoever you constantly meditate upon you will not only come to understand but will grow more and more into its likeness for it will become incorporated into your very being will become in fact your very self. If therefore you constantly dwell upon that which is selfish and debasing, you will ultimately become selfish and debased.
If you ceaselessly think upon that which is pure and unselfish you will surely become pure and unselfish. Tell me what it is upon which you most frequently and intensely think that to which in your silent hours your soul most naturally turns. And I will tell you to what place of pain or peace you are traveling and whether you are growing into the likeness of the divine or the best deal. There is an unavoidable tendency to become literally the embodiment of that quality upon which one most constantly thinks. Let therefore the object of your meditation be above and not below so that every time you revert to it in thought you will be lifted up. Let it be pure and unmixed with any selfish element so shall your heart become purified and drawn nearer to truth and not defiled and dragged more hopelessly into error. Meditation in the spiritual sense in which I am now using it
is the secret of all growth in spiritual life and knowledge. Every prophet, sage and savior, became such by the power of meditation. Buddha meditated upon the truth until he could say, I am the truth. Jesus brooded upon the divine immanence until at last he could declare I and my father are one. Meditation centered upon divine realities is the very essence and soul of prayer. It is the silent reaching of the soul toward the eternal. mere petitionary prayer without meditation is a body without a soul and is powerless to lift the mind and heart above sin and affliction. If you are daily praying for wisdom, for peace, for lofty purity and a fuller realization of the truth and that for which you pray is still far from you, it means that you are praying for one thing while living out in thought and act another. If you will cease from such a waywardness, taking your mind off those things
the selfish thing to which debars you from the possession of the stainless realities for which you pray, if you will no longer ask God to grant you that which you do not deserve, or to bestow upon you that love and compassion which you refuse to bestow upon others, but will commence to think and act in the spirit of truth. You will, day by day, be growing into those realities so that ultimately you will become one with them. He who would secure any worldly advantage must be willing to work vigorously for it and he would be foolish indeed who, waiting with folded hands, expected it to come to him for the mere asking. Do not then vainly imagine that you can obtain the heavenly possessions without making an effort. Only when you commence to work earnestly in the kingdom of truth will you be allowed to partake of the bread of life. And when you have, by patient and uncomplaining effort, earn the spiritual wages for which you ask,
there will not be withheld from you. If you really seek truth and not merely your own gratification, if you love it above all worldly pleasures and gains, more even than happiness itself, you will be willing to make the effort necessary for its achievement. If you would be freed from sin and sorrow, if you would taste of that spotless purity for which you sigh and pray, if you would realize wisdom and knowledge and would enter into the possession of profound and abiding peace, come now at end of the path of meditation and let the supreme object of your meditation be truth. At the outset, meditation must be distinguished from idle reverie. There is nothing dreamy and unpractical about it. It is a process of searching and uncompromising thought which allows nothing to remain but the simple and naked truth. Thus meditating, you will no longer strive to build yourself up in your prejudices,
but forgetting self, you will remember only that you are seeking the truth. And so you will remove one by one the errors which you will build around yourself in the past and will patiently wait for the revelation of truth which will come when your errors have been sufficiently removed in the silent humility of your heart. You will realize that there is an inmost center in us all where truth abides in fullness and around, wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in. This perfect clear perception which is truth a baffling and perverting carnal mesh blinds it and makes all error. And to know, rather consistent opening out a way once the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without. Select some portion of the day in which to meditate and keep that period sacred to your purpose. The best time is the very early morning
when the spirit of repose is upon everything. All natural conditions will then be in your favour. The passions after the long bodily fast of the night will be subdued. The excitments and worries of the previous day will have died away and the mind strong and yet restful will be receptive to spiritual instruction. Indeed, one of the first efforts you will be called upon to make will be to shake off lethargy and indulgence and if you refuse you will be unable to advance for the demands of the spirit are imperative. The spiritually awakened is also to be mentally and physically awakened. The sluggard and the self-indulgent can have no knowledge of truth. He who possessed of health and strength waste the calm precious hours of the silent morning in drowsy indulgence is totally unfit to climb to heavenly heights. He who's awakening consciousness has become alive to its lofty possibilities
who is beginning to shake off the darkness of ignorance in which the world is enveloped, rises before the stars have ceased their vigil and grappling with the darkness within his soul strives by holy aspiration to perceive the light of truth while the unawakened world dreams on. The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight but they, while their companions slipped, were totally upward in the night. No saint, no holy man, no teacher of truth ever lived who did not rise early in the morning. Jesus habitually rose early and climbed the solitary mountains to engage in holy communion, Buddha always rose an hour before sunrise and engaged in meditation and all his disciples were enjoined to do the same. If you have to commence your daily duties at a very early hour and are thus to barred from giving the early morning to systematic meditation
try to give an hour at night and should this by the length and laboriousness of your daily task be denied you you need not despair for you may turn your thoughts upward in holy meditation in the intervals of your work or in those few idle minutes which you now waste in aimlessness and should your work be of that kind which becomes by practice automatic you may meditate while engaged upon it that imminent Christian saint and philosopher Jacob Burma realizes vast knowledge of divine things whilst working long hours as a shoemaker in every life there is time to think and the busiest the most laborious is not shut out from aspiration and meditation. Spiritual meditation and self-discipline are inseparable you will therefore commence to meditate upon yourself so as to try and understand yourself for remember the great object you will have in view will be the complete removal of all your errors
in order that you may realize truth you will be into question your motives thoughts and acts comparing them with your ideal and endeavoring to look upon them with a calm and impartial eye in this manner you will be continually gaining more of that mental and spiritual equilibrium without which men are about helpless straws upon the ocean of life if you are given to hatred or anger you will meditate upon gentleness and forgiveness so as to become acutely alive to a sense of your harsh and foolish conduct you will then begin to dwell in thoughts of love of gentleness of a bounding forgiveness and as you have become the lower by the higher there will gradually silently steal into your heart a knowledge of the divine law of love with an understanding which is bearing upon all the intricacies of life and conduct Toyota's easy choice sales event is on whether you are looking for the performance of a camera the versatility of a RAV4
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Enrollment requirements monthly and other limits in terms of apply And in applying this knowledge to every thought, word and act You will grow more and more gentle More and more loving More and more divine And thus with every error Every selfish desire Every human weakness By the power of meditation is it overcome And as each sin each error is trust out A fuller and clearer measure of the light of truth illuminates the pilgrim's soul Thus meditating You will be ceaselessly fortifying yourself against your only real enemy Your selfish perishable self And will be establishing yourself more and more firmly in the divine and imperishable self That is inseparable from truth The direct outcome of your meditations will be a calm spiritual strength Which will be your stay and resting place in the struggle of life Great is the overcoming power of holy thought
And the strength and knowledge gained in the hour of silent meditation Will enrich the soul with saving remembrance in the hour of strife Of sorrow or of temptation As by the power of meditation you grow in wisdom You will relinquish more and more your selfish desires Which are fickle, impermanent and productive of sorrow and pain And will take your stand with increasing steadfastness and trust Upon unchangeable principles and will realize heavenly rest The use of meditation is the requirement of a knowledge of eternal principles And the power which results from meditation is the ability to rest upon and trust those principles And so become one with the eternal The end of meditation is therefore direct knowledge of truth, God And the realization of divine and profound peace Let your meditations take their rise from the ethical ground which you now occupy
Remember that you are to grow into truth by steady perseverance If you are an Orthodox Christian Meditate sisslessly upon the spotless purity and divine excellence of the character of Jesus And apply his every precept to your inner life and outward conduct So as to approximate more and more toward his perfection Do not be as those religious ones who refusing to meditate upon the law of truth And to put into practice the precepts given to them by their master I contend to formally worship to cling to their particular creeds And to continue in the ceaseless round of sin and suffering Strive to rise by the power of meditation Above all self is clinging to partial gods or party creeds Above dead formalities and lifeless ignorance Thus walking the highway of wisdom with mind fixed upon the spotless truth You shall know now halting place short of the realization of truth
He who earnestly meditates first perceives the truth as it were a far off And then realizes it by daily practice It is only the doer of the word of truth that can know of the doctrine of truth For though by pure thought the truth is perceived it is only actualized by practice Said the divine Gautama the Buddha He who gives himself up to vanity and does not give himself up to meditation For getting the real aim of life and grasping at a pleasure Will in time envy him who has exerted himself in meditation And he instructed his disciples in the following five great meditations The first meditation is a meditation of love In which you sow adjust your heart that you long for the will and welfare of all beings Including the happiness of your enemies The second meditation is a meditation of pity In which you think of all beings in distress Vivitly representing in your imagination their sorrows and anxieties
So as to arouse a deep compassion for them in your soul The third meditation is a meditation of joy In which you think of the prosperity of others And rejoice with their rejoicings The fourth meditation is a meditation of impurity In which you consider the evil consequences of corruption The effects of sin and diseases How trivial often the pleasure of the moment And how fatal its consequences The fifth meditation is the meditation on serenity In which you rise above love and hate Tyranny and depression, wealth and want And regard your own fate with impartial calmness and perfect tranquility By engaging these meditations The disciples of the Buddha arrive at a knowledge of the truth But whether you engage in these particular meditations or not So long as your object is truth So long as you hunger and thirst for that righteousness Which is a holy heart and a blameless life
In your meditations therefore Let your heart grow and expand with ever-broadening love Until freed from all hatred and passion and condemnation It embraces the whole universe with thoughtful tenderness As the flower opens its petals to receive the morning light So open your soul more and more to the glorious light of truth So upward upon the wings of aspiration Be fearless and believe in the loftiest possibilities Believe that a life of absolute meekness is possible Believe that a life of stainless purity is possible Believe that a life of perfect holiness is possible Believe that the realization of the highest truth is possible He who say believes climbs rapidly the heavenly hills Whilst the unbelievers continue to grow darkly and painfully In the fogged-bound valleys So believing, so aspiring, so meditating
Divinely sweet and beautiful will be your spiritual experiences And glorious the revelations that will enrapture your inward vision As you realize the divine love, the divine justice, the divine purity The perfect law of good or God Great will be your bliss and deep your peace Old things will pass away and all things will become new The veil of the material universe So dense and impenetrable to the eye of error So thin and gauzy to the eye of truth Will be lifted and the spiritual universe will be revealed Time will cease and you will live only in eternity Change in mortality will no more cause you anxiety and sorrow For you will become established in the unchangeable And will dwell in the very heart of immortality Star of wisdom Star that of the birth of Vishnu, birth of Krishna, Buddha, Jesus
Told the wise ones heaven-water-looking, waiting Watching for they gleaming in the darkness of the night time In the starless gloom of midnight Shining herald of the coming of the kingdom of the righteous Teller of the mystic story of the lowly birth of Godhead In the stable of the passions in the manger of the mind's soul Silent singer of the secret of compassion, deep and holy To the heart with sorrow burdened, to the soul with waiting weary Star of all surpassing brightness, Thou again thus deck the midnight Thou again thus cheer the wise ones, watching in the credal darkness Weary of the endless battle with the grinding blades of error Tired of lifeless, useless idols of the dead forms of religions Spent with watching for they shining, Thou hast ended their despairing Thou hast lighted up their pathway, Thou hast brought again the old truths
To the hearts of all they watchers, To the souls of them that love the Thou hast speak of joy and gladness of the peace that comes of sorrow Blessed are they that can see thee, weary wanderers in the night time Blessed they who feel the throbbing in their bosoms feel the pulsing of a deep Love stirred within them by the great power of they shining Let us learn thy lesson truly, learn it faithfully and humbly Learn it's meekly, wisely, gladly, Ancient star of holy Vishnu, Light of Krishna, Buddha, Jesus End of Section 1 Section 2 of the Way of Peace by James Allen This Libby Box recording is in the public domain Section 2, the two masters, Self and Truth
Upon the battlefield of the human soul, two masters are ever contending for the crown of supremacy, for the kingship and dominion of the heart The master of self, called also the prince of this world And the master of truth, called also the father god The master self is that rebellious one whose weapons are passion, pride, everest, vanity, self will, implements of darkness The master truth is that meek and lolly one whose weapons are gentleness, patience, purity, sacrifice, humility, love, instruments of light In every soul the battle is waged and as the soldier cannot engage at once in two opposing armies so every heart is enlisted either in the ranks of self or of truth There is no half and half course, there is self and there is truth Where self is, truth is not, where truth is, self is not
Thus speak Buddha, the teacher of truth, and Jesus The manifested Christ declared that no man can serve two masters For either he will hate the one and love the other Or else he will hold to the one and despise the other He cannot serve god and a man Truth is so simple, so absolutely undeviating and uncompromising That it emits of no complexity, no turning, no qualification Self is ingenious, crooked and governed by subtle and snaky desire Admits of endless turnings and qualifications And the deluded worshipers of self vanily imagine that they can gratify every worldly desire And at the same time possess the truth But the lovers of truth worship truth with the sacrifice of self And ceaselessly guard themselves against worldliness and self seeking Do you seek to know and realise truth?
Then you must be prepared to sacrifice To renounce to the uttermost For truth in all its glory can only be perceived and known When the last vestige of self has disappeared The eternal Christ declared that he who would be his disciple must deny himself daily Are you willing to deny yourself to give up your lusts, your prejudices, your opinions? If so you may enter the narrow way of truth And find that peace from which the world is shut out The absolute denial, the utter extension of self Is the perfect state of truth And all religions and philosophies are but so many aids to this supreme attainment Self is the denial of truth Truth is the denial of self As you let self die you will be reborn in truth As you cling to self truth will be hidden from you Whilst you cling to self your path will be beset with difficulties
And repeated pains, sorrows and disappointments will be your lot There are no difficulties in truth and coming to truth You'll be freed from all sorrow and disappointment Truth in itself is not hidden and dark It is always revealed and is perfectly transparent But the blind and wayward self cannot perceive it The light of day is not hidden except to the blind And the light of truth is not hidden Except to those who are blinded by self Truth is the one reality in the universe The inward harmony, the perfect justice, the eternal love Nothing can be added to it nor taken from it It does not depend upon any man but all men depend upon it You cannot perceive the beauty of truth while you are looking out through the eyes of self If you are vain you will color everything with your own vanities If lustful your heart and mind will be so clouded with the smoke and flames of passion
That everything will appear distorted through them If proud and opinionative You will see nothing in the whole universe Except the magnitude and importance of your own opinions There is one quality which pre-eminently distinguishes the man of truth From the man of self And that is humility To be not only free from vanity, stubbornness and egotism But to regard one's own opinions as of no value This indeed is true humility He who is immersed in self regards his own opinions as truth And the opinions of other men as error For that humble truth lover who has learned to distinguish between opinion and truth Regards all men with the eye of charity And does not seek to defend his opinions against theirs But sacrifices those opinions that he may love the more That he may manifest the spirit of truth For truth in its very nature is ineffable and can only be lived He who has most of charity has most of truth
Men engage in heated controversies And foolishly imagine they are defending the truth When in reality they are merely defending their own petty interests And perishable opinions The follower of self takes up arms against others The follower of truth takes up arms against himself Truth being unchangeable and eternal Is independent of your opinion and of mine We may enter into it or we may stay outside But both our defence and our attack are superfluous And are hurled back upon ourselves Men enslaved by self Passionate, proud and condemnatory Believe their particular creed or religion to be the truth And all other religions to be error And they proselytise with passionate ardor There is but one religion, the religion of truth There is but one error, the error of self Truth is not a formal belief It is an unselfish, holy and aspiring heart
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Do you fight with passion for your party Do you lust for power and leadership Are you given to ostentation and self-praise Or have you given up the love of riches Have you relinquished all strife Are you content to take the lowest place And to be passed by unnoticed And have you ceased to talk about yourself And to regard yourself with self-complace and deprime If the former Even though you may imagine you worship God The God of your heart is self If the latter Even though you may withhold your lips from worship You are dwelling with the most high The signs by which the truth lover is known are unmistakable Hear the holy Krishna declare them In Sir Edwin Arnold's beautiful rendering Of the Bhagavad Gita Fearlessness, singleness of soul The will always strive for wisdom Opened hand and governed appetites And a piety and love of lonely study
Humbours, uprightness Heed to ingenure to which lives Truthfulness, slowness unto wroth A mind that likely let us go what others prize An equanimity and charity Which spireth no man's faults And tenderness towards all that suffer A contented heart fluttered by no desires A bearing mild, modest and engraved With manhood nobly mixed With patience, fortitude and purity An unrevengeful spirit Never given to rate itself too high Such be the signs of Indian Prince Of him whose feet are set on that fair path Which leads to heavenly birth When men lost in the devious ways of error and self Have forgotten the heavenly birth The state of holiness and truth They set up artificial standards By which to judge one another And make acceptance of and adherence to
Their own particular theology The test of truth And so men are divided one against another And there is ceaseless enmity and strife And an ending sorrow and suffering Reader, do you seek to realize the birth into truth There is only one way Let self die All those lusts, appetites, desires, opinions Limited conceptions and prejudices To which you have hitherto so tenaciously clung Let them fall from you Let them no longer hold you in bondage And truth will be yours Seize to look upon your own religion As superior to all others And strive humbly To learn the supreme lesson of charity No longer cling to the idea So productive of strife and sorrow That the Savior whom you worship Is the only Savior And that the Savior whom your brother worships With equals in serity and ade Is an imposter But seek diligently the path of holiness
And then you will realize that every holy man Is a Savior of mankind The giving up of self Is not merely the renunciation of outward things It consists of the renunciation of the inward sin The inward error Not by giving up vain clothing Not by relinquishing riches Nor by abstaining from certain foods Nor by speaking smooth words Not by merely doing these things Is the truth found But by giving up the spirit of vanity By relinquishing the desire for riches By abstaining from the lust of self-indulgence By giving up all of hatred, strife, condemnation And self-seeking And becoming gentle and pure at heart By doing these things is the truth found To do the former And not to do the latter Is Phariseism and hypocrisy Whereas the latter includes the former You may renounce the outward world And isolate yourself in a cave
Or in the depths of a forest But you will take all your selfishness with you And unless you renounce that Great indeed will be your richness And deep your delusion You may remain just where you are Performing all your duties And yet renounce the world The inward enemy To be in the world Yet not of the world Is the highest perfection The most blessed peace Is to achieve the greatest victory The renunciation of self Is the way of truth Shob now at participating
A no interest to guard He is at peace He has realized the profound simplicity of truth Or this unbiased, tranquil, blessed state of mind and heart Is the state of truth He who attains to it dwells with the angels And sits at the footstool of the supreme Knowing the great law Knowing the origin of sorrow Knowing the secret of suffering Knowing the way of emancipation in truth How can such a one engage in strife or condemnation For though he knows that the blind, self-seeking world Surrounded with the clouds of its own illusions And enveloped in the darkness of error and self Cannot perceive the steadfast light of truth And is utterly incapable of comprehending The profound simplicity of the heart That has died Or is dying to self Yet he also knows that when the suffering ages Of piled up mountains of sorrow The crushed and burdened soul of the world Will fly to its final refuge
And that when ages are completed Every prodigal will come back to the fold of truth And so he dwells in good will toward all And regards all with that tender compassion Which are farther bestows upon his wayward children Men cannot understand truth Because they cling to self Because they believe in and love self Because they believe self to be the only reality Whereas it is the one delusion When you cease to believe in and love self You will desert it and fly to truth And find the eternal reality When men are intoxicated with the winds of luxury And pleasure and vanity The thirst of life grows and deepens within them And they delude themselves with dreams of fleshly immortality But when they come to reap the harvest To their own sowing And pain and sorrow supervene Then crushed and humiliated Relinquishing self and all intoxications of self
They come with aching hearts to the one immortality The immortality that destroys all delusions The spiritual immortality in truth Men pass from evil to good From self to truth Through the dark gate of sorrow For sorrow and self are inseparable Only in the peace and bliss of truth Is all sorrow vanquished If you suffer disappointment Because your cherished plans have been thwarted Or because someone has not come up to your anticipation It is because you are clinging to self If you suffer remorse for your conduct It is because you have given way to self If you are overwhelmed with chagra and regret Because of the attitude of someone else toward you It is because you have been cherishing self If you are wounded on account of what has been done to you Or said of you It is because you are walking in the painful way of self All suffering is of self All suffering ends in truth
When you have entered into and realized truth You will no longer suffer disappointment, remorse and regret And sorrow will flee from you Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul Truth is the only angel that can bid the gates unroll And when he comes to call me Arise and follow fast His way may lie through darkness But it leads to light at last The world of the world is of its own making Sorrow purifies and deepens the soul And the extremity of sorrow is the prelude to truth Have you suffered much? Have you sorrrowed it deeply? Have you pondered seriously upon the problem of life? If so, you are prepared to wage war against itself And to become a disciple of truth The intellectuals, you do not see the necessity for giving up self Frame endless theories about the universe And call them truth
But do thou pursue that direct line of conduct Which is the practice of righteousness And thou wilt realize the truth Which has no placed in theory And which never changes Cultivate your heart Water it continually with unselfish love And deep felt pity And strive to shut out from it all thoughts and feelings Which are not in accordance with love Return good for evil Love for hatred Generalness for ill treatment And remain silent when attacked So shall ye transmute all your selfish desires Into the pure gold of love And self will disappear in truth So will ye walk blamelessly among men Yoke with the easy yoke of loneliness And clothe with the divine garment of humility O come weary brother Thy struggling and striving In thou in the heart of the master of Ruth Across self-streaed desert Why wilt thou be driving A thirst for the quickening waters of truth
When here, by the path of thy searching and sending Flows life's gladsome stream Lies of love's oasis green Come, turn thou and rest Know the end and the beginning The sought and the searcher The seer and the scene Though master sits not in the unapproached mountains Nor dwells in the mirage which floats on the air Nor shall thou discover his magical fountains In pathways of sand that encircle despair In self-woods dark desert Seize wearily seeking The odorous tracks of the feet of thy king And if thou wouldst hear the sweet sound of his speaking Be deft to all voices that emptily sing Flea the vanishing places Renounce all thou hast Leave all that thou loveest And naked and bare Thou self with the shrine of the innermost cast The highest, the holiest The changeless is there
Within, in the heart of the silence, he dwelleth Leaves sorrow and sin Leigh thy wanderings soar Come, bay then his joy whilst he Whispering telleth they soul what it seeketh And wander no more Then cease weary brother Thou struggling and striving Find peace in the heart of the master of Ruth Across self-stark desert cease wearily driving Come drink at the beautiful waters of truth End of section 2 Section 3 of the Way of Peace By James Allen This Libby Vox recording is in the public domain Section 3 the requirement of a spiritual power The world is filled with men and women seeking pleasure Excitement novelty Seeking ever to be moved to laughter or tears
Not seeking strength, stability and power But courting weakness And eagerly engaged in dispersing What power they have Men and women of real power and influence are few Because fuel prepared to make the sacrifice necessary To the requirement of power And fuel is still A ready to patiently build up a character To be swayed by your fluctuating thoughts And impulses is to be weak and appellous To rightly control and direct those forces Is to be strong and powerful Men of strong animal passions have much of the ferocity of the beast But this is not power The elements of power are there But it is only when this ferocity is tamed And subdued by the higher intelligence That real power begins And men can only grow in power By awakening themselves to higher And ever higher states of intelligence and consciousness The difference between a man of weakness and one of power Lies not in the strength of the personal will
For the stubborn man is usually weak and foolish But in that focus of consciousness Which represents their states of knowledge The pleasure seekers, the lovers of excitement The hunters after novelty And the victims of impulse and hysterical emotion Lack that knowledge of principles Which gives balance Stability and influence A man commences to develop power When checking his impulses And selfless inclinations He falls back upon the higher And karma consciousness within him And begins to steady himself upon a principle The realization of unchanging principles in consciousness Is at once the source and secret of the highest power When after much searching and suffering And sacrificing The light of an eternal principle Dorns upon the soul A divine calm in shoes Enjoy unspeakable Gladins the heart He who has realized such a principle
Ceases to wander And remates poised and self-possessed He ceases to be passions slave And becomes a master builder In the temple of destiny The man that is governed by self And not by a principle Changes his front when his selfish comforts are threatened Deeply in tend upon defending and guarding his own interests He regards all means as lawful That we will subserve that end He is continually scheming as to how he may protect himself against his enemies Being too self-centred to perceive That he is his own enemy Such a man's work crumbles away For it is divorced from truth and the power All effort that is grounded upon self Perishes Only that work endures That is built upon an indestructible principle The man that stands upon a principle Is the same calm, dauntless, self-possessed man Under all circumstances When the hour of trial comes And he has to decide between his personal comforts
And the truth He gives up his comforts and remains firm Even the prospect of torture and death Cannot alter or deter him The man of self regards the loss of his wealth His comforts or his life As the greatest calamities which can befall him The man of principle looks upon his incidents As comparatively insignificant And not to be weighed with loss of character Loss of truth To desert truth is to him The only happening Which can really be called a calamity It is the hour of crisis which decides Who are the minions of darkness And who the children of light It is the epoch of threatening disaster Ruined and persecution Which divides the sheep from the goats And reveals to the reverential gaze Of succeeding ages The men and women of power It is easy for a man So long as he is left in the enjoyment of his possessions To persuade himself that he believes in And adheres to the principles of peace
Brotherhood and universal love But if when his enjoyment is threatened Or he imagines the earth threatened He begins to claim it loudly for war He shows that he believes in And stands upon not peace Brotherhood and love But strife Selfishness and hatred He who does not desert his principles When threatened with the loss of every earthly thing Even to the loss of reputation and life Is the man of power Is the man whose every word and work endures Is the man whom the afterward honors Revears and worships Rather than desert that principle of divine love On which he rested And in which all his trust was placed Jesus endured the utmost extremity of agony and deprivation And today the world prostrates itself at his pierced feet In wrapped adoration There is no way to the acquirement of spiritual power Except by that inward illumination and enlightenment Which is the realization of spiritual principles
And those principles can only be realized By constant practice and application Take the principle of divine love And quietly and diligently meditate upon it With the object of arriving in a thorough understanding of it Bring it searching light to bear upon all your habits Your actions Your speech and intercourse with others Your every secret thought and desire As you persevere in this course The divine love will become more and more perfectly revealed to you And your own shortcomings will stand out In more and more vivid contrast Sparing you on to endued endeavor And having once caught a glimpse of the incomparable majesty Of that imperishable principle You will never again rest in your weakness Your selfishness, your imperfection But will pursue that love Until you have relinquished every discordant element And have brought yourself into perfect harmony with it And that state of inward harmony is spiritual power
Take also other spiritual principles Such as purity and compassion And apply them in the same way And so exacting is truth You will be able to make no stay No resting place Until the inmost garment of your soul is bereft of every stain And your heart has become incapable of any hard Comdenatory and pitiless impulse Only insofar as you understand Realize and rely upon these principles Will you acquire spiritual power And that power will be manifested in and through you In the form of increasing dispassion Patience and equanimity Dispassion argues superior self-control Sublime patience is the very hallmark of a divine knowledge And retain an unbroken calm Amid all the duties and distractions of life Marks off the man of power It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion It is easy in solitude to live after our own
But the great man is he Who in the midst of the crowd Keeps with perfect sweetness The independence of solitude Some mystics hold That perfection dispassion is the source of that power By which miracles So called are performed And truly he who has gained such perfect control Of all his interior forces That knows shock However great Can for one moment unbalance him Must be capable of guiding and directing those forces With a master hand To grow in self-control In patience In equanimity Is to grow in strength and power And you can only thus grow By focusing your consciousness upon a principle As a child After making many and vigorous attempts To walk unadded At last succeeds After numerous falls In accomplishing this So you must enter the way of power By first attempting to stand alone Break away from the tyranny of custom Tradition
Conventionality And the opinions of others And who succeed in walking lonely And erect among men Relay upon your own judgment Be true to your own conscience Follow the light that is within you All outward lights As so many will of the wisps There will be those who will tell you that you are foolish Your judgment is faulty That your conscience is all awry And that the light within you is darkness But heed them not If what they say is true The sooner you as a searcher for wisdom Find it out the better And you can only make the discovery Are bringing your powers to the test Therefore pursue your course bravely Your conscience is at least your own And to follow it is to be a man To follow the conscience of another Is to be a slave You will have many falls Or suffer many wounds Or endure many buffeting for a time But press on in faith
Believing that sure and certain victory lies ahead Search for a rock A principle And having found it Kling to it Get it under your feet And stand erect upon it Until at last Immurably fixed upon it You succeed in defying the fury of the waves And storms of selfishness For selfishness in any and every form Is dissipation, weakness, death Unselfishness in its spiritual aspect Is conservation, power, life As you grow in spiritual life And become established upon principles You will become as beautiful And as unchangeable as those principles We'll taste of the sweetness of their immortal essence And we'll realise the eternal An indestructible nature of the God within No harmful shaft can reach the righteous man Stand erect amid the storms of hate Defying hurt and injury and a ban
Surrounded by the trembling slaves of fate Majestic in the strength of silent power Serene he stands Nor changes, not Nor turns Patient and firm in suffering's darkest hour Time bends to him And death and doom he spurns Roth's lurid lightnings round him play And hell's deep thunders roll about his head Yet he's he not For him they cannot slay Whose stands whence earth and time and space are fled Shultored by deathless love What fear hath he? Armoured in changeless truth What can he know of loss and again? Knowing eternity He moves not Whilst the shadows come and go Call him immortal Call him truth and light And splendor of prophetic majesty Who by the thus amid the powers of night Flowed with the glory of divinity
End of section 3 Section 4 of the Way of Peace By James Allen This will be Vox Recording As in the public domain Section 4 The Realisation of Selfless Love It is said that Michelangelo saw in every rough block of stone A thing of beauty awaiting the master hand To bring it into reality Even so Within each There reposes the divine image Awaking the master hand of faith And the chisel of patience To bring it into manifestation And that divine image is revealed And realized a stainless Selfless Love Hidden deep in every human heart Though frequently covered up with a mass of hard And almost impenetrable accretions Is the spirit of divine love Whose wholly and spotless essence Is undying and eternal It is the truth in man
It is that which belongs to the supreme That which is real and immortal All else changes and passes away This alone is permanent and imperishable And to realise this love by ceaseless diligence In the practice of the highest righteousness To live in it And to become fully conscious in it Is to enter into immortality here and now Is to become one with truth One with God One with the central heart of all things And to know our own divine and eternal nature To reach this love To understand and experience it One must work with great persistency And diligence upon his heart and mind Must ever renew his patience And keep strong his faith For there will be much to remove Much to accomplish Before the divine images revealed In all its glorious beauty He who strives to reach And to accomplish the divine
Will be tried to the very uttermost And this is absolutely necessary For how else could one acquire that sublime patience Without which there is no real wisdom No divinity Ever and a non As he proceeds All his work will seem to be futile And his efforts appear to be thrown away Now and then A hasty touch will mar his image And perhaps when he imagines his work Is almost completed He will find that what he imagined to be The beautiful form of divine love Utterly destroyed And he must begin again With his past bitter experience To guide and help him But he who has resolutely set himself To realize the highest Recognizes no such thing as defeat All failures are apparent Not real Every slip Every fall Every return to selfishness Is a lesson learned And experience again From which a golden grain of wisdom Is extracted Helping the striver toward the accomplishment
Of his lofty object To recognize That of our vices We can frame a letter If we will but tread beneath our feet Each deed of shame Is to enter the way that leads unmistakably Toward the divine And the failings of one Who thus recognizes Our so many dead selves Upon which he rises As upon stepping stones To higher things Once come to regard your failings Your sorrows and sufferings As so many voices telling you plainly Where you are weak and faulty Where you fall below the true And the divine You will then begin to ceaselessly watch yourself And every slip Every pang of pain Will show you where you are to set to work And what you have to remove out of your heart In order to bring it nearer To the likeness of the divine Nearer to the perfect love And as you proceed Day by day Detaching yourself more and more From the inward selfishness
The love that is selfless Will gradually become revealed to you And when you are growing patient And calm When your petulences Tempers and irritabilities Are passing away from you And the more powerful lusts And prejudices cease to dominate And enslave you Then you will know That the divine is awakening within you That you are drawing near To the eternal heart That you are not far from that Selfless love The possession of which is peace And immortality Divine love is distinguished from human loves In this supremely important particular It is free from partiality Human loves cling to a particular object To the exclusion of all else And when that object is removed Great and deep is a resultant suffering To the one who loves Divine love embraces the whole universe And without cling to any part Yet contains within itself the whole And here who comes to it By gradually purifying And broadening his human loves
Until all the selfish and impure elements Are burned out of them Ceases from suffering It is because human loves are narrow And confined And mingle with selfishness That they cause suffering No suffering can result from that love Which is so absolutely pure That it seeks nothing for itself Nevertheless Human loves are absolutely necessary As steps toward the divine And no soul is prepared to partake of divine love Until it has become capable Of the deepest and most intense human love It is only by passing through human loves And human sufferings That divine love is reached and realized All human loves are perishable Like the forms to which they cling But there is a love that is imperishable And that does not cling to appearances All human loves are counterbalanced By human hates But there is a love that admits of no opposite Or reaction Divine and free from all Taint of Self
That sheds its fragrance on all alike Human loves are reflections of the divine love And draw the soul nearer to the reality The love that knows no the sorrow nor change It is well that the mother Cleaning with passionate tenderness To the little helpless form of flesh That lies on her bosom Should be overwhelmed with the dark waters of sorrow When she sees it laid in the cold earth It is well that her tears should flow And her heart ache For only thus can she be reminded Of the ever-nessent nature of the joys And objects of sense And be drawn nearer to the eternal An imperishable reality It is well that lover, brother, sister, husband, wife Should suffer deep anguish And be enveloped in gloom When the visible object of their affections Is torn from them So that they may learn to turn their affections Towards the invisible source of all Where alone abiding satisfaction
Is to be found It is well that the proud The ambitious, the self-seeking Should suffer defeat, humiliation And misfortune That they should pass through the scorching fires of affliction For only thus can the wayward soul be brought Reflect upon the enigma of life Only thus can the heart be softened and purified And prepared to receive the truth When the sting of anguish penetrates the heart of human love When gloom and loneliness and desertion Cloud the soul of friendship and trust Then it is that the heart turns toward the sheltering love of the eternal And finds rest in its silent peace And whosoever comes to this love Is not turned away comfortless Is not pierced with anguish Nor surrounded with gloom And is never deserted in the dark hour of trial The glory of divine love can only be revealed In the heart that is chastened by sorrow
And the image of the heavenly state Can only be perceived and realized When the lifeless, formless Acreations of ignorance and self Are hewn away Only the love that seeks no personal gratification Or reward That does not make distinctions And that leads behind to no heart aches Can be called divine Men, clinging to self And the comfortless shadows of evil Are in the habit of thinking of divine love As something belonging to a God Who was out of reach As something outside themselves And that must forever remain outside Truly the love of God is ever beyond the reach of self But when the heart and mind are emptied of self Then the selfless love The supreme love The love that is of God Or good Becomes an inward and abiding reality And this inward perception of holy love Is none other than the love of Christ That is so much talked about And so little comprehended
The love that not only saves the soul from sin But lifts it also above the power of temptation But how may one attain to this sublime realization The answer which truth has always given And will ever give to this question is Empty thyself And I will fill thee Divine love cannot be known until self is dead For self is the denial of love And how can that which is known be also denied Not until the stone of self is rolled away From the sepulcher of the soul Does the immortal Christ The pure spirit of love Hitherto crucified Dead and buried Cast off the bands of ignorance And come forth in all the majesty of his resurrection You believe that the Christ of Nazareth Was put to death and rose again I do not say you err in that belief But if you refuse to believe That the gentle spirit of love is crucified daily Upon the dark cross of your selfish desires
Then I say You err in this unbelief And have not yet perceived Even the far off the love of Christ You say that you have tasted the salvation In the love of Christ Are you saved from your temper Your irritability Your vanity Your personal dislikes Your judgment and condemnation of others If not From what are you saved And wherein have you realized the transforming love of Christ He who has realized the love that is divine Has become a new man And has ceased to be swayed and dominated By the old elements of self He is known for his patience His purity His self-control His deep charity of heart And is an alterable sweetness Divine or selfless love Is not a mere sentiment or emotion It is a state of knowledge Which destroys the dominion of evil And the belief in evil Unlifts the soul
Into the joyful realization of the supreme good To the divinely wise Knowledge and love are one and inseparable It is toward the complete realization of this divine love That the whole world is moving It was for this purpose That the universe came into existence And every grasping at happiness Every reaching out of the soul Toward objects, ideas and ideals Is an effort to realize it But the world does not realize this love at present Because it is grasping at the fleeting shadow And ignoring in its blindness The substance And so, suffering and sorrow continue And must continue Until the world Tought by its self-inflicted pains Discovers the love that is selfless The wisdom that is calm and full of peace And this love This wisdom This peace This tranquil state of mind and heart Maybe attained to Maybe realized by all who are willing and ready to yield up self
And who are prepared to humbly enter Into a comprehension of all that the giving up of self involves There is no arbitrary power in the universe And the strongest chains of fate by which men are bound Are self-forged Men are chained to that Which causes suffering Because they desire to be so Because they love their chains Because they think their little dark prison of self Is sweet and beautiful And they are afraid That if they desert that prison They will lose all that is real and worth having Ye suffer from yourselves None else compels None other holds ye that ye live and die And the indwelling power Which forged the chains And built around itself the dark and narrow prison Can break away when it desires And wills to do so And the soul does will to do so When it is discovered the worthlessness of its prison When long suffering has repeated For the reception of the boundless light and love
As the shadow follows the form And as smoke comes after fire So affect follows cause And suffering and bliss Follow the thoughts and deeds of men There is no effect in the world around us But has its hidden or revealed cause And that cause is in accordance with absolute justice Men reap a harvest of suffering Because in the near or distant past They have sown the seeds of evil They reap a harvest of bliss also As a result of their own sowing Of the seeds of good Let a man meditate upon this Let him strive to understand it And he will then begin to sow only seeds of good And will burn up the tears and weeds Which is formally grown in the garden of his heart The world does not understand the love that is selfless Because it is engrossed in the pursuit of its own pleasures And cramped within the narrow limits Of perishable interests Mistaking in its ignorance Those pleasures and interests
For real and abiding things Court in the flames of fleshly ignorance Those pleasures and interests Court in the flames of fleshly lusts And burning with anguish It sees not the pure and peaceful beauty of truth Feeding upon the swine-ish husks of error And self-dolusion It is shut out from the mansion of all-seeing love Not having this love Not understanding it Men institute in urable reforms Which involve no inward sacrifice And each imagines that his reform is going to write the world forever While he himself continues to propagate evil By engaging it in his own heart That only can be called reform Which tends to reform the human heart For all evil has its rise there And not until the world Seesing from selfishness and party strife As learn the lesson of divine love Will it realize the golden age of universal blessedness
Let the rich cease the despise the poor And the poor to condemn the rich Let the greedy learn how to give And the lustful how to grow pure Let the partisans cease from strife And the uncharitable begin to forgive Let the envious endeavor to rejoice with others And the slanderers grow ashamed of their conduct Let men and women take this course And low the golden age is at hand He therefore who purifies his own heart Is the world's greatest benefactor Yet, though the world is And will be for many ages to come Shut out from that age of gold Which is the realization of selfless love You, if you are willing, may enter it now By rising above your selfish self If you will pass from prejudice Hatred and condemnation To gentle and forgiving love Where hatred, dislike and condemnation are Selfless love does not abide
It resides only in the heart That has ceased from all condemnation You say, how can I love the drunken, the hypocrite, the sneak, the murderer I am compelled to dislike and condemn such men It is true that you cannot love such men emotionally But when you say that you must be forced It's like and condemn them You show that you are not acquainted with the great overruling love For it is possible to attain to such a state of interior enlightenment As will enable you to perceive the train of causes By which these men have become as they are To enter into their intense sufferings And to know the certainty of their ultimate purification Possessed of such knowledge It will be utterly impossible for you Any longer to dislike or condemn them And you will always think of them with perfect calmness And deep compassion If you love people And speak of them with praise Until they in some way thwart you Or do something in which you disapprove And then you dislike them and speak of them with dispraise
You are not governed by the love which is of God If in your heart you are continually Iranian, condemning others Selfless love is hidden from you Here you know that love is at the heart of all things And has realized the all-sufficing power of that love Has no room in his heart for condemnation Men, not knowing this love Constitute themselves judge and executioner of their fellows Forgetting that there is the eternal judge and executioner And insofar as men deviate from them in their own views Their particular reforms and methods They brand them as fanatical, unbalanced Lacking judgement, sincerity and honesty Insofar as others approximate to their own standard To they look upon them as being everything that is admirable Such are the men who are centered in self But he whose heart is centered in the supreme love Does not so brand and classify men Does not seek to convert men to his own views
Not to convince them of the superiority of his methods Knowing the law of love, he lives it And maintains that same calm attitude of mind And sweetness of heart toward all The debased and the virtuous, the foolish and the wise The learned and the unlearned The selfish and the unselfish Receiver like the benediction of his tranquil thought You can only attain to this supreme knowledge This divine love By unremitting endeavor in self discipline And by gaining victory after victory over yourself Only the pure in heart see God When your heart is sufficiently purified You will enter into the new birth And the love that does not die Nor change, nor end in pain and sorrow Will be awakened within you and you will be at peace He who strives for the attainment of divine love Is ever seeking to overcome the spirit of condemnation For where there is pure spiritual knowledge
Condemnation cannot exist And only in the heart that has become incapable of condemnation Is love perfected and fully realized The Christian condemns the atheist The atheist satirizes the Christian The Catholic and Protestant are ceaselessly engaged in wordy warfare And the spirit of strife and hatred rules Where peace and love should be He that hated his brother is a murderer A crucifier of the divine spirit of love And until you can regard men of all religions And of no religion With the same impartial spirit With all freedom from dislike And with perfect equanimity You have yet to strive for that love Which bestows upon its possessor freedom and salvation The realization of divine knowledge Selfless love Actually destroys the spirit of condemnation Disperses all evil And lifts the consciousness to that height of pure vision Where love, goodness, justice
Has seemed to be universal, supreme All conquering, indestructible Train your mind in strong, impartial And gentle thought Train your heart in purity and compassion Train your tongue to silence And to true and stainless speech So shall you enter the way of holiness and peace And shall ultimately realize the immortal love So living without seeking to convert You will convince Without arguing You will teach Not cherishing ambition The wise will find you out And without striving to gain men's opinions You will subdue their hearts For love is all conquering, all powerful And the thoughts, and deeds, and words of love Can never perish To know that love is universal, supreme, all-sufficing To be freed from the tremble of evil To be quit of the inward unrest To know that all men are striving to realize the truth
Each in his own way To be satisfied, sorrowless, serene This is peace This is gladness This is immortality This is divinity This is the realization of selfless love I stood upon the shore and saw the rocks Resist the on-slaught of the mighty sea And when I thought how all the countless shocks They had withstood through an eternity I said To wear away this solid mane The ceaseless efforts of the waves are vain But when I thought how they the rocks had rent And saw the sand and shingles at my feet Poor passive remnants of resistance spent Tumbled and tossed where they the waters meet Then saw I, ancient landmarks, Knees the waves And knew the waters held the stones Their slaves I saw the mighty work the waters Wrought by patient softness An unceasing flow How they, the proudest Permanentry brought unto their feet
And massy hills laid low How the soft drops the Edomaine time wall Conquered at last and brought it to its fall And then I knew that hard resisting sin Should yield at last to love's soft ceaseless role Coming and going Ever flowing in upon the proud rocks of the human soul That all resistance should be spent and passed And every heart yield unto it at last End of section 4 Section 5 of the Wave Peace by James Allen This Libby Vox recording is in a public domain Section 5 entering into the infinite From the beginning of time man In spite of his bodily appetites and desires In the midst of all his clean to earthly and impermanent things
Has ever been intuitively conscious Of the limited transient An illusionary nature of his material existence And in his sane and silent moments Has tried to reach out into a comprehension of the infinite And has turned with tearful aspiration To ward the restful reality of the eternal heart While then the imagining that the pleasures of earth Are real and satisfying Pain and sorrow continually remind him Of their unreal and unsatisfying nature Ever striving to believe that complete satisfaction Is to be found in material things Here's conscious of an inward and persistent revolt Against this belief Which revolt is at once a refutation Of his essential mortality And an inherent and imperishable proof That only in the immortal The eternal, the infinite Cannefine abiding satisfaction And unbroken peace And here is the common ground of faith Here the root and spring of all religion
Here the soul of brotherhood And the heart of love That man is essentially in spiritually divine and eternal And that immersed in mortality And troubled with unrest He is ever striving to enter into a consciousness Of his real nature The spirit of man is inseparable from the infinite And can be satisfied with nothing short of the infinite And the burden of pain will continue to weigh upon man's heart And the shadows of sorrow to darken his pathway Until, ceasing from his wanderings in the dream world of matter He comes back to his home in the reality of the eternal As the smallest drop of water, detached from the ocean Contains all the qualities of the ocean So man, detached in consciousness from the infinite Contains within him its likeness And as the drop of water must, by the law of its nature Ultimately find its way back to the ocean And lose itself in its silent depths
So must man, by the unfailing law of his nature At last return to his source And lose himself in the great ocean of the infinite To re-become one with the infinite Is the goal of man To enter into perfect harmony with the eternal law Is wisdom, love and peace But this divine state is, and must ever be, incomprehensible to the merely personal Personality, separateness, selfishness are one and the same And are the antithesis of wisdom and divinity By the unqualified surrender of the personality Separateness and selfishness cease And man enters into the possession of his divine heritage of immortality and infinity Such surrender of the personality Is regarded by the worldly and selfish mind As the most grievous of all calamities The most irreparable loss Yet it is the one supreme and incomparable blessing The only real and lasting gain
The mind unenlightened upon the inner laws of being And upon the nature and destiny of its own life Cleans to transient appearances Things which have in them no enduring substantiality And so clinging perishes For the time being, amid the shattered wreckage of its own illusions Men cling to and gratify the flesh As though it were going to last forever And though they try to forget the nearness And inevitability of its dissolution The dread of death And of the loss of all that they cling to Clouds their happiest hours And the chilling shadow of their own selfishness Follows them like a remorseless specter And with the accumulation of temporal comforts and luxuries The divinity within men is drugged And async deeper and deeper into materiality Into the perishable life of the senses And whether it's sufficient intellect Theory is concerning immortality the flesh Come to be regarded as infallible truths
When a man's soul is clouded with selfishness In any or every form He loses the power of spiritual discrimination And confuses the temporal with the eternal The perishable with the permanent Mortality with immortality And error with truth It is thus that the world has come to be filled with theories and speculations Having no foundation in human experience Every body of flesh Contains within itself from the hour of birth The elements of its own destruction And by the unultable law of its own nature Must it pass away The perishable in the universe can never become permanent The permanent can never pass away The mortal can never become immortal The immortal can never die The temporal cannot become eternal Nor the eternal become temporal Appearance can never become reality Nor reality fade into appearance Error can never become truth Nor can truth become error
Man cannot immortalize the flesh But by overcoming the flesh By relinquishing all its inclinations He can enter the region of immortality God alone hath immortality And only by realizing the God's state of consciousness Does man enter into immortality All nature in his myriad forms of life Is changeable, impermanent, unenduring Only the informing principle of nature endures Nature is many and is marked by separation The informing principle is one and is marked by unity By overcoming the senses and the selfishness within Which is the overcoming of nature Man emerges from the crystalists of the personal and illusory And wings himself into the glorious light of the impersonal The region of universal truth Out of which all perishable forms come Let men therefore practice self-denial Let them conquer their animal inclinations
Let them refuse to be enslaved by luxury and pleasure Let them practice virtue And grow daily into high and ever higher virtue Until at last they grow into the divine And enter into both the practice and the comprehension of humility Meekness, forgiveness, compassion and love Which practice and comprehension constitute divinity Good will gives insight And only he who is so conquered his personality That he has but one attitude of mind That of good will toward all creatures Is possessed of divine insight And is capable of distinguishing the true from the false The supremely good man is therefore the wise man The divine man, the enlightened seer The knower of the eternal Where you find unbroken gentleness Enduring patience, sublime loneliness Graciousness of speech, self-control Self-forgetfulness And a deep and abounding sympathy
Look there for the highest wisdom Seek the company of such a one For he has realized the divine He lives with the eternal He has become one with the infinite Believe not him that is impatient Given to anger, boastful Who cleans to pleasure And refuses to renounce his selfish gratifications And who practices not good will and far reaching compassion For such a one hath not wisdom Vain is all his knowledge And his works and words will perish For they are grounded on that which passes away Let a man abandons self Let him overcome the world Let him deny the personal By this pathway only can he enter into the heart of the infinite The world, the body, the personality And merages upon the desert of time Transitri dreams in the dark night of spiritual slumber And those who have crossed the desert Those who are spiritually awakened Have a lone comprehend of the universal reality
Where all appearances are dispersed And dreamy and delusion are destroyed There is one great law which exacts unconditional obedience One unifying principle which is the basis of all diversity One eternal truth Where in all the problems of earth pass away like shadows To realize this law, this unity This truth is to enter into the infinite Is to become one with the eternal The center one's life in the great law of love Is to enter into rest harmony peace To refrain from all participation in evil and discord To cease from all resistance to evil And from the omission of that which is good And to fall back upon unswerving obedience To the holy calm within Is to enter into the inmost heart of things Is to attain to a living conscious experience Of that eternal and infinite principle Which must every main hidden mystery To the merely perceptive intellect
Until this principle is realized The soul is not established in peace And he who so realizes is truly wise Not wise with the wisdom of the learned But with the simplicity of a blameless heart And of a divine manhood To enter into a realization of the infinite An eternal is to rise superior to time And the world And the body Which comprise the kingdom of darkness And is to become established in immortality Heaven and the spirit Which make up the empire of light Entering into the infinite Is not a mere theory or sentiment It is a vital experience Which is the result of a citrus practice In inward purification When the body is no longer believed to be Even remotely the real man When all appetites and desires are thoroughly subdued and purified When the emotions are rested and calm And when the oscillation of the intellect ceases And perfect poise is secured
Then and not till then Does conscious to become one with the infinite Nor until then is childlike wisdom And profound peace secured Men grow weary and grey over the dark problems of life And finally pass away And leave them unsolved Because they cannot see their way out of the darkness of the personality Being too much engrossed in its limitations Seeking to save his personal life Man forfeits the greater impersonal life in truth Cleaning to the perishable He is shut out from a knowledge of the eternal By the surrender of self All difficulties are overcome And there is no era in the universe But the fire of inward sacrifice will burn it up like chaff No problem, however great But will disappear like a shadow Under the searching light of self-abnegation Problems exist only in our own self-created illusions And they vanish away when self is yielded up
Self and error are synonymous Error is involved in the darkness of unfathomable complexity But eternal simplicity is the glory of truth Love of self shuts men out from truth And seeking their own personal happiness They lose the deeper, purer, more abiding bliss Says Carlisle There is in man a higher than love of happiness He can do without happiness And instead thereof find blessedness Love not pleasure, love God This is the everlasting eAe Wherein all contradiction is solved Wherein who so walks and works It is well with him He who has yielded up that self That personality that men most love And to which they cling with such fierce tenacity Has left behind him all perplexity And has entered into a simplicity so profoundly simple Has to be looked upon by the world Involved as it is in a network of error As foolishness
Yet such a one has realized the highest wisdom And is at rest in the infinite He accomplishes without striving And all problems melt before him For he has entered the region of reality And deals not with changing effects But with the unchanging principles of things He is enlightened with the wisdom Which is as superior to racioce nation As reason is to animality Having yielded up his lusts His errors His opinions and prejudices He has entered into possession of the knowledge of God Having slain the selfish desire for heaven And along with it the ignorant fear of hell Having relinquished even the love of life itself He has gained supreme bliss and life eternal The life which bridges life and death And knows its own immortality Having yielded up all without reservation He has gained all And rests in peace on the bosom of the infinite Only he who has become so free from self
Has to be equally content to be annihilated As to live Or to live as to be annihilated Is fit to enter into the infinite Only he who sees in the trust his perishable self Has learned to trust in boundless measure The great law The supreme good Is prepared to partake of undying bliss For such a one there is no more regret Nor disappointment nor remorse But where all selfishness is ceased These sufferings cannot be And whatever happens to him He knows that it is for his own good And he is content Being no longer the servant of self But the servant of the supreme He is no longer affected by the changes of earth And when he hears of wars and rumors of wars His peace is not disturbed And when men grow angry and cynical and quarrelsome He bestows compassion and love Though appearances may contradict it He knows that the world is progressing And that Through its laughing and its weeping
Through its living and its keeping Through its follies and its labors Weaving in and out of sight To the end from the beginning Through all virtue and all sinning Realed from God's great spool of progress Runs the golden thread of light When a fierce storm is raging None are angered about it Because they know it will quickly pass away And when the storms of contention are devastating the world The wise man Looking with the eye of truth and pity Knows that it will pass away And that out of the wreckage of broken hearts Which it leaves behind The immortal temple of wisdom will be built Sublimely patient Infinitely compassionate Deep, silent and pure His very presence is a benediction And when he speaks Men ponder his words in their hearts And by them rise to higher levels of attainment Such is he who has entered into the infinite Who by the power of utmost sacrifice
Has solved the sacred mystery of life Questioning life, and destiny, and truth I sought the dark and labyrinthine's finks Who speak to me this strange and wondrous thing Concealment only lies in blinded eyes And God alone can see the form of God I sought to solve this hidden mystery Vanely by paths of blindness and of pain But when I found the way of love and peace Concealment ceased and I was blind no more Then saw eye God in with the eyes of God End of section 5 Section 6 of the Way of Peace by James Allen This Libby Box recording is in the public domain Section 6 Saints, Sages, and Saviours The Law of Service
The spirit of love which is manifested as a perfect and rounded life Is the crown of being and the supreme end of knowledge upon this earth The measure of a man's truth is the measure of his love And truth is far removed from him Whose life is not governed by love The intolerant and accommodatory Even though they profess the highest religion Have the smallest measure of truth While those who exercise patience And who listen calmly and dispassionately Do all sides And both arrive themselves at And incline others to thoughtful and unbiased conclusions Upon all problems and issues Have truth in fullest measure The final test of wisdom is this How does a man live What spirit does he manifest How does he act under trial and temptation Many men boast of being in possession of truth Who are continually swayed by grief, disappointment, and passion
Who is sink under the first little trial that comes along Truth is nothing if not unchangeable And insofar as a man takes his stand upon truth Does he become steadfast in virtue Does he rise superior to his passions and emotions And changeable personality Men formulate perishable dogmas And call them truth Truth cannot be formulated It is ineffable and ever beyond the reach of intellect It can only be experienced by practice It can only be manifested as a stainless heart And a perfect life Who then, in the midst of the ceaseless pandemonium of schools And creeds and parties, has the truth He who lives it He who practices it He who having risen above that pandemonium By overcoming himself No longer engages in it But sits apart Quiet subdued Calm and self-possessed
Freed from all strife All bias All condemnation And bestows upon all the glad and unsophish love of the divinity within him He who is patient, calm, gentle, and forgiving under all circumstances Manifests the truth Truth will never be proved by worthy arguments and learned treatises For if men do not perceive the truth in infinite patience Undyephergiveness And all embracing compassion No words can ever prove it to them It is an easy matter for the passionate to be calm and patient When they are alone Or are in the midst of calmness It is equally easy for the uncharitable to be gentle and kind When they are dealt kindly with But he who retains his patience and calmness under all trial Who remains sublimely meek and gentle Under the most trying circumstances He and he alone Is possessed of the spotless truth And this is so because such lofty virtues belong to the divine
It can only be manifested by one Who has attained to the supreme wisdom Who has relinquished his passionate and self-seeking nature Who has realized the supreme and unchangeable law And has brought himself into harmony with it Let men therefore Seize from vain and passionate arguments about truth And let them think and say and do those things Which make for harmony, peace, love, and good will Let them practice heart virtue And search humbly and diligently for the truth Which frees the soul from all error and sin From all that blights the human heart And that darkens as with an ending night The pathway of the wandering souls of earth There is one great all-embracing law Which is the foundation and cause of the universe The law of love It has been called by many names in various countries And at various times But behind all its names
The same unalterable law may be discovered by the eye of truth Names, religions, personalities, pass away But the law of love remains To become possessed of a knowledge of this law To enter into conscious harmony with it Is to become immortal, invincible, indestructible It is because of the effort of the soul to realise this law That men come again and again to live To suffer and to die And when realised, suffering ceases Personality is dispersed And the fleshly life and death are destroyed For consciousness becomes one with the eternal The law is absolutely impersonal And its highest manifested expression is that of service When the purified heart has realised truth It is then called upon to make the last The greatest and holiest sacrifice The sacrifice of the well-earned enjoyment of truth
It is by virtue of the sacrifice That the divinely emancipated soul comes to dwell among men Cloth with the body of flesh Content to dwell among the lurliest and least And to be esteemed the servant of all mankind That sublime humility which was manifested by the world's saviors Is the seal of Godhead And he who has annihilated the personality And has become a living, visible manifestation Of the impersonal, eternal, boundless spirit of love Is alone singled out as worthy To receive the unstinted worship of posterity He only who succeeds in humbling himself With that divine humility Which is not only the extinction of self But is also the pouring out upon all The spirit of unselfish love Is exalted above measure And given spiritual dominion in the hearts of mankind All the great spiritual teachers Have denied themselves personal luxuries Comforts and rewards
Have abjured temporal power And have lived and taught the limitless and impersonal truth Compare their lives and teachings And you will find the same simplicity The same self-sacrifice The same humility, love and peace Both are lived and preached by them They taught the same eternal principles The realization of which destroys all evil Those who have been hailed and worshipped As the saviors of mankind Are manifestations of the great impersonal law And being such were free from passion and prejudice And having no opinions And no special letter of doctrine to preach And defend They never sought to convert And to pricellotize Living in the highest goodness The supreme perfection This sole object was to uplift mankind By manifesting that goodness In thought, word and deed They stand between man, the personal And God, the impersonal And serve as exemplary types
For the salvation of self-inslaved mankind Men who are immersed in self And who cannot comprehend the goodness That is absolutely impersonal Denied evidences of all saviors Except their own And thus introduce personal hatred And doctrinal controversy And while defending their own particular views With passion Look upon each other as being heathens Or infidels And so render null and void As far as their lives are concerned The unselfish beauty And holy grandeur of the lives And teachings of their own masters Truth cannot be limited It cannot be the special prerogative Of any man, school, or nation And when personality steps in Truth is lost The glory alike of the saint, the sage And the saviour is this That he has realized the most profound Lurliness The most sublime Unselfishness Having given up all Even his own personality All his works are holy and enduring
For they are freed from every taint of self He gives, yet never thinks of receiving He works without regretting the past Or anticipating the future And never looks for reward When the farmer has told and dressed his land And put in the seed He knows that he has done all that he can possibly do And that now he must trust to the elements And wait patiently for the course of time To bring about the harvest And that no amount of expectancy on his part Will affect the result Even so, he who has realized truth Goes forth as a sower of the seeds of goodness Pureity, love, and peace Without expectancy And never looking for results Knowing that there is the great overruling law Which brings about its own harvest in due time And which is alike the source of preservation And destruction Men, not understanding the divine simplicity Of a profoundly unselfish heart Look upon their particular Savior
As a manifestation of a special miracle As being something entirely apart And distinct from the nature of things And as being in his ethical excellence A turnily unapproachable by the whole of mankind This attitude of unbelief For such it is In the divine perfectability of man Paralizes effort And binds the souls of men As with strong ropes to sin and suffering Jesus grew in wisdom And was perfected by suffering What Jesus was, he became such What Buddha was, he became such And every holy man became such By unremitting perseverance in self-sacrifice Once recognize this Once realize that by watchful effort And hopeful perseverance You can rise above your lower nature And great and glorious Will be the vistas of attainment That will overnounce before you Buddha vowed that he would not relax his efforts Until he arrived at the state of perfection
And he accomplished his purpose What the saints, sages and saviors have accomplished You likewise may accomplish If you will only tread the way which they trod And pointed out The way of self-sacrifice Of self-denying service Truth is very simple It says, give up self Come unto me Away from all that defiles And I will give you rest All the mountains of commentary That have been piled upon it Cannot hide it from the heart That is earnestly seeking for righteousness It does not require learning It can be known in spite of learning Disguised under many forms By earing self-seeking man The beautiful simplicity And a clear transparency of truth Remains unaltered and undimmed And the unsilfish heart enters into And partakes of its shining radiance Not by weaving complex theories Nor by building up a speculative philosophies
Is truth realised But by weaving the web of inward purity By building up the temple of a stainless life Is truth realised He who enters upon this holy way Begins by restraining his passions This is virtue And is the beginning of a saint's ship And saint's ship is the beginning of holiness The entirely worldly man Gratifies all his desires And practices no more restraint Than the law of the land in which he lives Demands The virtuous man restrains his passions The saint attacks the enemy of truth In its stronghold within his own heart And restrains all selfish and impure thoughts While the holy man is he Who is free from passion and all impure thought And to whom goodness and purity have become As natural as the scent and colour Art of the flower The holy man is divinely wise He alone knows truth in its fullness And has entered into abiding rest and peace
For him evil has ceased It has disappeared into the universal light Of the all good Holiness is the badge of wisdom Said Krishna to the Prince Arjuna Humbleness, truthfulness and harmlessness Patience and honour Reference for the wise purity, constancy, control of self contempt of sense delights Self-sacrifice Perception of the certitude of ill In birth, death, age, disease, suffering, and sin An ever-tranquil heart, infortunes good and fortunes evil Endevers resolute to reach perception of the utmost soul And agrace to understand what gain it worth so to attain This is true wisdom prints And what is otherwise is ignorance Whoever fights ceaselessly against his own selfishness And strives to supplant it with an all-embracing love Is a saint Whether he live in a cottage
Or in the midst of riches and influence Or whether he preaches or remains obscure To the worldling Who is beginning to aspire towards higher things The saint Such is a sweet saint Francis of Assisi Or a conquering saint Anthony Is a glorious and inspiring spectacle To the saint An equally enrapturing sight Is that of the sage Sitting serene and holy The conqueror of sin and sorrow No more tormented by regret and remorse And whom even temptation can never reach And yet even the sage is drawn on By a still more glorious vision That of the Savior actively manifesting his knowledge In selfless works And rendering his divinity more potent for good By sinking himself in the throbbing Sorrowing A sparring heart of mankind And this only is true service To forget oneself in love towards all To lose oneself in the working for the whole
O thou vain and foolish man Who thinkest that thy many works Can save thee Who chained to all error Talkest loudly of thy self Thy work And thy many sacrifices And magnifies thy own importance Know this That though thy fame fill the whole earth All thy work shall come to dust And thou thy self be reckoned lower Than the least in the kingdom of truth Only the work that is impersonal can live The works of self are both powerless and perishable Wherever duties, house over humble, I'd done without self-interest And with joyful sacrifice There is true service and enduring work Where deeds, over brilliant and apparently successful I'd done from love of self There is ignorance of the law of service And the work perishes It is given to the world to learn one great And divine lesson The lesson of absolute unselfishness
The saints, sages and saviors of all time Are they who have submitted themselves to this task And have learned and lived it All the scriptures of the world are framed To teach this one lesson All the great teachers reiterated It is too simple for the world Which, scorning it, Stumbles along in the complex ways of selfishness A pure heart is the end of all religion And the beginning of divinity To search for this righteousness Is to walk the way of truth and a peace And here you end as this way We'll soon perceive that immortality Which is independent of birth and a death And we'll realize that in the divine economy of the universe The humblest effort is not lost The divinity of a Krishna A Gautama Or a Jesus Is the crowning glory of self-abnegation The end of the soul's pilgrimage in matter and mortality And the world will not have finished its long journey Until every soul has become as these
And has entered into the blissful realization Of its own divinity Great glory crowns the heights of hope By arduous struggle one Bright honor rounds the horrid head That mighty works hath done Fear which has come to him Who strives in ways of gold and gain And fame inshines his name Who works with genius glowing brain But greater glory waits for him Who in a bloodless strife Gains itself and wrong Adoptes in love the sacrificial life And brighter honor rounds the brow of him Who mid the scorns A blind idolaters of self Accepts the crown of thorns And fairer Pure riches come to him Who sweetly strives To walk in ways of love And truth To sweeten human lives And he who's serveth well mankind Exchanges fleeting fame For light eternal joy and peace And robes of heavenly flame
End of section 6 Section 7 of the Way of Peace By James Allen This Libby Vox recording is in the public domain Section 7, the Realization of Perfect Peace In the external universe there is ceaseless turmoil, change, and unrest Of the heart of all things there is understirbed repose In this deep silence dwelleth the eternal Man partakes of this duality And both the surface change and disquietude And the deep-seated eternal abode of peace I contained within him As there are silent depths in the ocean Which the fiercest storm cannot reach So there are silent holy depths In the heart of man Which the storms of sin and sorrow Can never disturb To reach this silence And to live consciously in it is peace
Discord is rife in the outward world But unbroken harmony holds sway At the heart of the universe The human soul Tawn by discordant passion and grief Reaches blindly toward the harmony of the sinless state And to reach this state And to live consciously in it is peace hatred severs human lives Foster's persecution And hurls nations in the ruthless war Yet men, though they do not understand why Retain some measure of faith in the overshadowing of a perfect love And to reach this love And to live consciously in it is peace And this inward peace This silence This harmony This love Is the kingdom of heaven Which you say difficult to reach Because few are willing to give up themselves And to become as little children Heaven's gate is very narrow and minute He cannot you perceive it by foolish men
Blinded by vain illusions of the world In the clear sighted Who discerned the way And seek to enter Find the portal barred And hard to be unlocked Its massive bolts A pride and passion Everest and lust Men cry Peace Peace Where there is no peace But on the contrary discord Disquietude and strife Apart from that wisdom Which is inseparable from self-renunciation There can be no real and abiding peace The peace which results from social comfort Passing gratification Or worldly victory Is transitory in its nature And is burned up in a heat of fiery trial Only the peace of heaven Endures through all trial And only the selfless heart Can know the peace of heaven Holiness alone is undying peace Self-control leads to it And the ever-increasing light of wisdom Guides the pilgrim on his way
It is partaken of in a measure As soon as the path of virtue is entered upon But it is only realised in its fullness When self disappears in the consummation of a stainless life This is peace Deconquer love of self and lust of life To tear deep rooted passion from the heart To still the inward strife If a reader He would realise the light That never fades The joy that never ends And the tranquility that cannot be disturbed If you would leave behind forever Your sins, your sorrows Your anxieties Dan perplexities If I say You would partake of this salvation This supremely glorious life Then conquer yourself Bring every thought Every impulse Every desire Into perfect obedience To the divine power resident within you There is no other way to peace But this And if you refuse to walk it
You're much praying And you're restricted here at the ritual Will be fruitless and unavailing And neither gods nor angels can help you Only to him that overcometh Is given the white stone of the regenerate life On which is written the new and ineffable name Come away for a while From external things From the pleasures of the senses From the arguments of the intellect From the noise and the excitements of the world And withdraw yourself into the innmost chamber of your heart And there Free from the sacrilegious intrusions of all selfish desires You will find a deep silence A holy calm A blissful repose And if you will rest a while in that holy place And we'll meditate there The faultless eye of truth will open within you And you will see things as they really are This holy place within you Is your real and eternal self It is the divine within you And only when you identify yourself with it
Can you be said to be Clothed and in your right mind It is the abode of peace The temple of wisdom The dwelling place A immortality Apart from this inward resting place This mount of vision There can be no true peace No knowledge of the divine And if you can remain there for one minute One hour Or one day It is possible for you to remain there always All your sins and sorrows Your fears and anxieties are your own And you can cling to them Or you can give them up Of your own accord You cling to your unrest Of your own accord You can come to a biting peace Now and else can give up sin for you You must give it up yourself The greatest teacher can do no more Than walk the way of life for himself And point it out to you You yourself must walk it for yourself You can obtain freedom and peace alone By your own efforts By yielding up that which binds the soul
And which is destructive of peace The angels of divine peace enjoy Are always at hand And if you did not see them Or hear them And dwell with them It is because you shut yourself out from them And prefer the company of the spirits of evil within you You are what you will to be What you wish to be What you prefer to be You can commence to purify yourself And by so doing can arrive at peace Or you can refuse to purify yourself And so remain with suffering Step aside then Come out of the fret and the fever of life Away from the scorching heat of self And enter the inward resting place Where the cooling ears of peace will calm Renew and restore you Come out of the storms of sin and anguish Why be troubled and tempest the tossed When the haven of the peace of God is yours Give up all self-seeking
Give up self and low The peace of God is yours Subdue the animal within you Conquer every selfish uprising Every discordant voice Transmute the base metals of your selfish nature Into the unalloyed gold of love And you shall realize the life of perfect peace Thus subduing Thus conquering Thus transmuting You will, O reader, While living in the flesh Cross the dark waters of mortality And reach that shore Upon which the storms of sorrow never beat And where sin and suffering And dark uncertainty cannot come Standing upon that shore Holy, compassionate, awakened And self-possessed And glad with unending gladness You will realize that Never the spirit was born The spirit will cease to be never Never was time it was not End and beginning are dreams Birthless and deathless and changeless
Remaineth the spirit forever Death hath not touched it at all Dead though the house of it seems You will then know the meaning of sin Of sorrow, of suffering And that the end thereof is wisdom Or know the cause and the issue of existence And with this realization You will enter into rest For this is the bliss of immortality This the unchangeable gladness This the untrammeled knowledge Underfiled wisdom and undying love This and this only Is the realization of perfect peace O thou who would teach men of truth Has thou passed through the desert of doubt Out thou purged by the fires of sorrow Hath Ruth the fiends of opinion Cast out of their human heart Is thys also fair That no false thought can ever harbor there O thou who would teach men of love
Has thou passed through the place of despair Has thou wept through the dark night of grief Does it move now freed from its sorrow and care Thou human heart to pitying gentleness Looking on wrong and hate and ceaseless stress O thou who would teach men of peace Has thou crossed the wide ocean of strife Has thou found on the shores of the silence Release from all the wild unrest of life From Thou human heart hath all striving gone Leaving but truth and love and peace alone End of Section 7 End of the Wave Peace by James Allen Recording by Alji Pug
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