III, vi, 1. A man who is depressed by resentment is attracted to a single point. Becoming immobile, the man inevitably becomes dull. Dullness like rust corrodes a portion of the fundamental substance. –Leaves of Morya’s Garden 1925
497. Realize how useful it is to follow our counsel with striving, without regret, knowing that the whirlwinds of the storm intensify the centers. But under the umbrella of dukkar* you can wait for the storm to pass, for the Teacher has many sentinels. Lightning serves, in its discharge, to set ozone free. -M: Agni Yoga 1929 *dukkar: a precious prayer to remove obstacles
186. We are definitely against narcotics which calm and deaden the intellect. How then will the quality of thoughts so needed for the future life be developed if we dull it with poison? But medical science is lavish in producing living corpses. -M: Hierarchy 1931
133, 463. Spread Good by all means. It is a pity to see how sometimes a speck of dust stops an entire wheel. A great heart contains much, but a small heart fills itself above all with small things. Evil must not be permitted to spread unimpeded….The solar natures take upon themselves the pressure of the fiery energy and must be responsible for millions of drones. -Morya: Heart 1932 (portrait by Schmiechen, 1884)
The cause of man’s little faith is that his senses are dulled by the drone of the appearance world. Without the vision of the higher way he perishes in the sub-ways of greater suburbia….He does not realize that the greatest crisis of his consciousness is the spiritual impoverishment of his soul. Not finding the answers to his questions there is nothing to do but lose himself in the human jungle. Sliding down the negative spiral of the mass consciousness and the blank acquiescence of the crowd he once again becomes despondent. The vital idea of man as spirit, created by God in His own image and coexisting now and forever with Him, is the first fresh wind of hope that lifts him out of the socket of sense impressions -Messengers M and E Prophet: Path of the Higher Self, 2003, p. 39
(The Master, Old Man of the Hills, is speaking to a group in an oval chamber:) The basic fact that I am I and not another leads to the realization that the real I which I AM has a peculiar individuality, a peculiar raison d’etre. Beholding life in the macrocosm and in the microcosm everywhere he turns, man is confronted with the inexplicable gift of identity. What to do with this gift, how to use it wisely and well will become more and more apparent as he climbs the highest mountain of the ascended masters’ teachings.
Now you shall be given a basic and vital key which if properly used will enable your aspiring mind to leave the vestiges of the synthetic image in the foothills as you make your way up the narrow trail seeking higher truth. This key is the faculty with which your own soul or solar consciousness was endowed by the Spirit. This key is that real-eye-magic that you must make your own.
One of the greatest gifts of identity which the conscious mind little dreams of is this latent ability to realize the image of the eye. This science of the immaculate concept is practiced by every angel in heaven. It is that law that is written in the inward parts of man known by his very heart of hearts yet dim in the memory of his outer mind. It is based upon the visualization of a perfect idea that then becomes a magnet that attracts the creative energies of the Holy Spirit to his being to fulfill the pattern held in mind.
Having seen what he is in Spirit and what is the potential of his soul, man must retain that image of reality in his thoughts and feelings, for the Image is a natural repellant to all that opposes his reality in manifestation. This he does through the real eye of his soul–his inner eye that knows as it sees and sees as it knows….
Beauty and truth have a geometry all their own, a symmetry that allows the energies of God to flow through their ideations and then to coalesce in form….Without these kernels of light, rooted and nourished in the very substance of his soul, man cannot hope to express perfection in his world….Each time the soul beholds the sun, the clouds, the wind in the trees, a rose, a perfect leaf, a pebble or a wave and then tucks the design away in the folds of memory he is adding to his treasure of those perfect ideas that are the building blocks of his reality. -in Messengers M and E Prophet: Path of the Higher Self, 2003, pp. 39-41