Compass Newsletter Spring 2016 No.31


Spring Magic by Hazel Minot

We, once again, witness the people of the world seemingly tearing each other apart and we  struggle to find some understanding and wishing for a solution to end the misery such actions bring. It’s easy, and understandable, to lose hope and perspective. Is it coincidence that we are born at an age that calls upon us to see through the horror and misfortune and find some hope and understanding?

If we turn attention to the two doctrines of Karma and Reincarnation we are presented with a key. Shall we put it in the lock and turn it ? We may not find an answer but we may begin to understand. The beginning of any answer can only be hoped for through the light provided by understanding. Individually we may believe we are small and lose hope but maybe it’s because we don’t understand how important we are. Katherine Tingley, in The Gods Await calls us to be mindful…

“Losing sight of the eternal in the transient, we fail to find the meaning of life. Had men discovered their true humanity, they would know that brute force can never, by any chance, under any circumstances, win any single real victory or anything profitable at all. Winning by it, we lose; its victories are our worst defeats. It is the ignorance and timidity of the age that hamper us, and both can be traced back to heredity and the long generations of the past. Each man and each nation is an epitome of all humanity, and the disastrous belief in separateness proves that our gaze is wholly turned away from the real and fixed on the objective plane…”

In ‘Letters That Have Helped Me’ by W.Q. Judge, Letter 4 states,

“Dear Sir and Brother:
In cogitating lately I thought of you in respect to some of my own thoughts. I was reading a book and looking around within myself to see how I could enlarge my idea of brotherhood. Practice in benevolence will not give it its full growth. I had to find some means of reaching further, and struck on this, which is as old as old age…I am not separate from anything. “I am that which is.” That is, I am Brahma, and Brahma is everything. But being in an illusionary world, I am surrounded bycertain appearances that seem to make me separate. So I will proceed to mentally state and accept that I am all these illusions. I am my friends, — and then I went to them in general and in particular. I am my enemies; then I felt them all. I am the poor and the wicked; I am the ignorant. Those moments of intellectual gloom are the moments when I am influenced by those ignorant ones who are myself. All this in my nation. But there are many nations, and to those I go in mind; I feel and I am them all, with what they hold of superstition or of wisdom or evil. All, all is myself. Unwisely, I was then about to stop, but the whole is Brahma, so I went to the Devas and Asuras : the elemental world, that too is myself. After pursuing this course awhile I found it easier to return to a contemplation of all men as myself. It is a good method and ought to be pursued, for it is a step toward getting into contemplation of the All. I tried last night to reach up to Brahma, but darkness is about his pavilion.

Now what does all this insanity sound like? I’ll tell you what: if it were not for this insanity I would go insane. But shall I not take heart, even when a dear friend deserts me and stabs me deep, when I know that he is myself? NAMASTAE! — Z.”

Further in the book, Letter 7, “…Yet, my dear Jasper, now and then I feel — not Doubt of Masters
who hear any heartbeat in the right direction, but — a terrible Despair of these people. Oh, my God! The age is black as hell, hard as iron. It is iron, it is Kali Yuga. Kali is always painted black. Yet Kali Yuga by its very nature and, terrible swift momentum, permits one to do more with his energies in a shorter time than in any other Yuga. But heavens, what a combat! Demons from all the spheres; waving clouds of smoky Karma; dreadful shapes; stupefying exhalations from every side. Exposed at each turn to new dangers. Imagine a friend walking with you who you see is in the same road, but all at once he is permeated by these things of death and shows a disposition to obstruct your path, the path of himself. Yes; the gods are asleep for awhile. But noble hearts still walk here, fighting over again the ancient fight…”

In Letter 8 Jasper Niemand (the respondent in the letters) observes…”How shall we be proud when we are so small? How dare we be humble when we are so great? In both we blaspheme. But there is that firm spot between the two which is the place ‘neither too high nor too low’ on which Krishna told Arjuna to sit; a spot of his own. It is the firm place which our faith has won from the world. On it we are always to stand calmly, not overshadowed by any man however great, because each of us contains the potentialities of every other…”

So however small we think we are, or ask ourselves if we can make a difference, we are greater
than we think or understand. The whole Universe, over aeons, has brought us to where we are. We may think it ‘good’ or ‘bad’ but it is the sum total of a history that began in the mists of time and Universal Law has brought us to ‘when and where’ and it’s here, and now our duty lies.

“Let thy Soul lend its ear to every cry of pain like as the lotus bares its heart to drink the
morning sun.

Let not the fierce Sun dry one tear of pain before thyself hast wiped it from the sufferer’s
eye.” — H. P. Blavatsky, The Voice of the Silence

Spring Magic
By Hazel Minot

What secrets of the inner life of things are locked within the bursting bud or blade of grass that finds its way to light and air in answer to the call of Spring?

We go our separate ways unheeding of the signs around us, the daily needs our chief concern. Like human ants we scurry here and there till, slipping into some strange pool of silence — or are we pushed? we lose our fevered selves and seem to be reborn, if only for a fleeting moment, with eyes that see, and ears that hear the growing things. Yet here before us is no sudden magic. Had we watched day by day we might have seen the gradual uncurling of leaf or flower bud, and sensed the plan and purpose of each change. More than beauty of form and colour works its way into our consciousness: there is in this harmony of line a spiritual fulfilment that makes us marvel at the symmetry of nature.

Is the tree, with subtle power to challenge and inspire, a more perfected entity than man? And if not, why the sudden hush that comes upon us in a grove of redwoods, or the sense of spiritual elevation that the forest depths impart? Perhaps the tree in its simple obedience to the law of its life brings to our consciousness the harmony that can result from such obedience — and so with all things that live naturally. Man, too, is a part of the law, but he must choose to follow it consciously, willingly, making his life by that very choice a thing of greater beauty, giving to it such unity of plan and purpose that his presence among his fellows may be a healing and a benediction.

“It is universal ideals that the world is aching for today. We need to understand as never before that our responsibilities are not for ourselves alone, not for our own countries alone, but for the whole human family. Territory and trade may be much, national honour may be much, but the general salvation of human society here in this world — that is all.”

Katherine Tingley, The Gods Await, Ch.2