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Meditation 27

Picture a majestic sky of striped Azure and White -- light ribbons of cloud stretched across the pale Blue, delicately faint and far. Golden shafts from the setting sun glance through the darkening trees, the departing light casting a crown of glory on their tops and a glowing aura round all the outer leaves which change to Red-gold at its magic touch.

The sky is radiantly bright, and the distant woods, dusky against it, are full of suggestion and mystery, while these last rays of beauty linger like a divine memory of the day that is done.

Realisation. “God is Light” -- the Light which became Life in man. It was dim and achromatically diffused in the early Atlantean Epoch, as Colourless as the atmosphere of a fog, but as man evolved so Light became refracted in multitudinous hues and was differently absorbed by each individual. Thus diversity manifested and mankind went through the mystic rainbow with its variegated and beautiful colours. The bow of the heavens may therefore be considered as a gateway to the “promised land” -- the world as now constituted. The present brilliant display of Colour is a sign that the basis of the present age is segregation.

So many people live on the material plane cut off from the White Light of Spirit.

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