Author: Helena Petrovna Blavatsky,

Publisher: Philaletheians UK

Published: 2022-05-17

Total Pages: 17

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Inconsistency and contradiction reign as much in official as in heterodox Science. The man of Science rejects everything that is not proven to him, while the Theologian accepts everything on blind faith. The Theosophist and the Occultist, who take nothing on trust, not even exact Science, the Spiritualist who denies dogma but believes in Spirits and in invisible but potential influences, all share the same contempt. Metaphysics is fiction, like poetry, said a prominent Irish physicist. Kinetic energy is an empty shadow of my mind, mused “Darwin's bulldog.” Tyndall admits how powerless is Science, even over the world of matter. Chaos is Void to sense, latent Deity to reason. The voidness of the seeming full is the fullness of the seeming void. Chaos is the Spirit of Truth that the world cannot receive because it does not see It or know It. In occult parlance there is no spatial division such as above and below, but an eternal Within, within two other withins, i.e., the planes of subjectivity merging gradually into those of terrestrial objectivity. Fohat, the Light of Logos, turns with his hands the seed and the curds of Cosmic matter in contrary directions. Outside the boundaries of our solar system, there are countless other suns, orbiting around the mysterious Central Spiritual Sun that determines the motion of celestial bodies and their direction. That motion differentiates the primordial homogeneous matter into elements and sub-elements unknown to our earth, which are regarded by modern Science as distinct individual elements, whereas they are merely temporary appearances, changing with every small cycle within the Manvantara. Certain esoteric works call them Kalpic Masks. Fohat is the scientific aspect of Vishnu and Indra, the latter older and more important in the Rig-Veda than his sectarian successor. In Egypt Fohat was known as Tum, issued of Nut-Osiris in his character of a primordial god, creator of heaven and beings. Every idol is broken save the Golden Calf or Lucifer-Venus, the twin-star, male at sunrise, female at sunset. Legend is living tradition, far more dependable than actual History, which keeps repeating herself, for she proceeds in cycles. The time is near when dead facts and events, deliberately drowned in the sea of modern scepticism, will re-emerge once more and reappear on the surface.