The devic creation, the overlords of nature, have established their stations remote from humanity, in different places in the world. There they intermittently focus their minds. In a remote valley in America, on a raised plateau, which divides a river into two separate streams, there has been built up through time a composite elemental sounding-board. It is comprised of the thoughts, aspirations, and wisdom teaching of the races which have migrated from the regions of Brazil to far Northern Alaska.
This elemental dome-shaped form records the history, the migration, and the attainments of the different civilizations which have swept over the Northern Hemisphere. It is the depository of the learning and culture of these races, and from it radiate vibrations, potent to shape the future progress of America. Yet this great dome-shaped body is the depository of the so-called forbidden knowledge.1
Mountain tops covered with snow are often the site of these devic principalities, and distribute to the surrounding areas a message of truth and culture. Think of the ancient Druids with their wonderful knowledge of jurisprudence, healing, statesmanship, and art! From whence did the Elder Brothers who built up Druidism get their knowledge? From whence did the alchemists of old gain their knowledge of the so-called hidden laws?
When he becomes worthy, the student sometimes is taken to these reservoirs of wisdom, and after such an experience he can comprehend in some slight measure the knowledge and wisdom which will be returned to humanity when man seeks to contact the Lord God of Truth whose temple is within.
These elemental centers are hidden in secluded places, guarded by elemental nature, and it is not until the student is taken into the confidence of nature that he learns the secrets which have mystified mortal men from time immemorial. The reader may well ponder upon the secrets of Mount Everest, and of the Sphinx, and the Pyramids, for in them is locked the knowledge of how to use nature’s providence to pass through the illusion spheres, and into the consciousness of truth and beauty—from the deep illusion to the lesser, until at last man gains God Realization and attains “at-one-ment” with the Lord God of Truth within.
Nature has many divisions and principalities, and so have the great hierarchal devas. It is terrifying to man to consider suddenly losing all that his senses reveal to him. When, however, illusion is removed from his mind the tangible things of the senses, particularly of sight, disappear and when he reaches inwardly the nirvanic plane of bliss and intelligence, all nature, as we formerly saw it, disappears. As we pass through the different densities and reach the finer planes of consciousness we realize the truth of detachment, for truth and beauty become magnified, and we long for union with their source.
There are many places on this earth where elemental characteristics of nature abound, places of magic where we pass from what we call nature into a natural and elemental world, for nature herself is going through a constant change from a baser to a more refined vibration. There are places seemingly natural to the observer, where even the very stones are elemental, and the devas will tell you sometimes that a great boulder is going through its transition stage, and will demonstrate how easily they can pass through it. The student is told to observe its characteristics of mind stuff and sense its memory, and see what the boulder can tell him about its hyperborean existence.
Before the earth changed the angle of its axis great civilizations existed at what is now the North Pole, and in some parts of Asia scientists have discovered valleys which are magical. A scientific party easily found their way into one of these valleys where they found implements of bronze beneath tertiary rock formation but they were imprisoned there for four years. All the time their native cook had known of the exit, but did not tell them.
I was once privileged to go to the retreat of some brothers, which was protected by elemental nature, but when my guide took me into this valley, he began to be afraid and told me that he was the only son of his father, who was very old, and that he wanted to return and cook his father’s food. He pointed out the way, but it took me half a day to cross the valley, and another half day to find my way up the pathway along the face of the cliff which, in wet weather, reared above the clouds. In the past this place was easily defended, having only one entrance. It was a place of peace, and of terrific vibrations, and the brothers there seldom conversed in audible speech.
I found there the names of people of many nations, who through the arts, sciences, or statesmanship, had brought great blessing to humanity, and some who had seemingly died came here and passed their remaining lives. There are only seven members in this retreat and they have records of those whose life experiences they consider to be of use to humanity and their observations reach back into the remote past. Here I often studied the beautiful frescoes of a great Italian artist of the period of the Medicis, whose work was as fresh as if it had been painted only yesterday, and I also learned some unknown things about Rembrandt and Botticelli, and found a missing fragment by a great artist, which has been a puzzle to the critics of today. When you see the work of these anchorites and know of the privations which they underwent in order to build this retreat in the early Roman days, you will appreciate their ardor and fixity of purpose.
In another valley, honeycombed with the cells of ancient anchorites, I felt elemental influences which were destructive. There I met a shepherd with a strange dog, and I recognized that the soul in that dog was human, and felt its agony and despair, its horror and suffering. As I sent it love, it flashed this message to my brain, “Do not go into this valley, it is evil; the monks were murdered.” I shall never forget the horror and suffering seen between the eyes of this great dog. It was as if this human soul, imprisoned in a dog body, had been the cause of the horror of this place in the past.
You get a reflection of the same type of horror from those animals which provide the vaccine for the cure of rabies, and which live suffering torture. You also get the same horror in the eyes of men and women who are possessed, and if humanity were only allowed to see the possessed and obsessed men and women generally hidden from the public gaze in asylums they would seek purity of thought and honesty in their actions. If you listen to the cries of a maniac possessed of an evil spirit crying out for help, you realize to some extent the conditions which are evoked through magic and the wrong use of nature’s gifts.
But the ordinary man heeds not, sees not, and cares little what is going on about him, unless it interferes with his immediate life. The devas of nature penalize the wrongdoer, if he heedlessly takes life for the sake of pleasure.
A friend of mine, a gnome, once came running to me and asked, “Why is it, I am told we are denied immortality?” He was born in St. Edmund’s time, and had been taught by some monks of that period. He wanted to know why they, who never injured anyone, were denied immortality. He said, “We hear the little people of the fields crying out in their anguish and suffering to God.” When I asked what he meant by the little people of the fields he said, “The rabbits in their burrows which have been injured by men, and yet the men who have injured them are not denied immortality!”
I had to explain to him that “from God we came and to God we return,” and probably some day he would be a man possessed of a soul. He was very learned, and he told me the Saints’ Days as he had been taught by the monks, and sometimes he would bring me an earthbound spirit in distress and ask me to pray for him. I did so, and got the responding chord of music, which comes when an earthbound spirit has been taken through the lower illusion (purgatorial) stage. The next morning, when I least expected it, I found him standing by my side and with enthusiasm he said, “The Lord be praised, he has gone.”
He told me that the monks, in the early days, had little trouble in communicating with him, and evidently his friends knew much about magic; hence the spell which he said they had cast over him, and which he asked me to remove. You learn to love these little fellows, pompous and egotistical, but this gnome surprised me with his knowledge of the observances of the Roman monks of St. Edmund’s time. He used to weep at the cruelty of men, and the sufferings which they cause the animals.
Animals have a power of clairvoyance, for they see elemental places, as well as earthbound spirits. For a short time after their death animals can appear in their astral or spirit form and converse with anyone who has developed his higher clairvoyance. A person who bestows his entire love upon an animal lowers himself into the animal nature and consciousness, but naturally our instinctive nature makes us fond of all animal life, because of their reliance on us when taken out of their natural state; therefore they should not be disregarded by man.
