The Miracle of Miracles, the Great Inscrutable Mystery

Botticelli: Primavera

WE are repulsed by a report of a terrorist beheading, David Brooks writes in a recent NY Times Op-Ed, “because the body has a spiritual essence.”

“The human head and body don’t just live and pass along genes. They paint, make ethical judgments, savor the beauty of a sunset and experience the transcendent.” He further writes:

“The body is material but surpasses the material. It’s spiritualized matter.”

“Most of us, religious or secular,” Brooks writes in The Body and the Spirit, “have some instinctive sense that there is a ghost infused in the machine. And because the human body is a transcendent temple it is worthy of respect. It is offensive to treat it the way you would treat an inanimate object.”

“Even after a person is dead, the body still carries the residue of this presence and deserves dignified handling.”

Similarly H. P. Blavatsky noted, quoting Carlyle and Novalis: “we touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body! … How does our physical body come to the state of perfection it is found in now?,” she asks and answers: “Through millions of years of evolution, of course, yet never through, or from, animals, as taught by materialism.”

“For, as Carlyle says: — ‘The essence of our being, the mystery in us that calls itself  ‘I,’ — what words have we for such things? — it is a breath of Heaven, the highest Being reveals himself in man. This body, these faculties, this life of ours, is it not all as a vesture for the unnamed?'”

Sandro Botticelli, Birth of Venus

“The breath of heaven, or rather the breath of life is, as Novalis said, and no one since has said it better, as repeated by Carlyle: —

“There is but one temple in the universe, and that is the body of man. Nothing is holier than that high form . . . . We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!” (Secret Doctrine 1:211-12)

“If well meditated it will turn out to be a scientific fact — the expression of the actual truth of the thing. We are the miracle of miracles — the great inscrutable Mystery,” She continues. “The breath of heaven, or rather the breath of life, called in the bible Nephesh, is in every animal, in every animate speck as in every mineral atom.”

Intelligent Design

Worth repeating:

“But none of these has, like man, the consciousness of the nature of that highest Being, as none has that divine harmony in its form which man possesses. There is but one temple in the universe, and that is the body of man. Nothing is holier than that high form.”

“We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body! This sounds like a mere flourish of rhetoric but it is not so.”

“If well meditated it will turn out to be a scientific fact — the expression of the actual truth of the thing. We are the miracle of miracles — the great inscrutable Mystery.”  (Thomas Carlyle, Ch. 1 Hero as Divinity)

Temples of Initiation

LONG before the digital age, before computers, smart phones and social media were vogue, ancients sages had wirelessly transmitted secrets to their disciples.

They introduced to them to the invisible realms of nature and mind, unknown to the general public.

That realm of nature served and still serves as a living psychic interface between man’s consciousness and living forces of spiritual influence.

That same knowledge was revealed to the world by Mother of the New Age H. P. Blavatsky in her first major work — Isis Unveiled: A Master Key to the Mysteries of Ancient and Modern Science and Theology — a work begun in 1875 with the founding of the Theosophical Society in New York City.

The first 1,000 copies of Isis Unveiled were sold in 10 days, and received numerous favorable reviews. The New York Herald called it “one of the remarkable productions of the century,” while The New York Independent said “The appearance of erudition is stupendous.”

The Egyptian goddess Isis is the ideal mother and wife as well as the patron of nature and magic. Originally Issa, the goddess Virgin-Mother, personified nature, according to The Theosophical Glossary, in Egyptian or Koptic Uasari, the female reflection of Uasar or Osiris. She is the “woman clothed with the sun” of the land of Chemi [Egypt].

Isis commanded unseen entities of immense influence. It was an invisible world of nature not copyrighted by Microsoft or Intel, a knowledge first transmitted by Nature’s hidden all-wise spiritual overseers, encoded with evolutionary blueprints for the advancement of spiritual humanity.

The invisible entities, called “elementals” or “elementaries” in modern Theosophy, are  orbs of influence in the sense that they attach to thoughts and emotions. They preserve hidden patterns of intention secreting them upon persons to whom they become unknowingly attached.

They are the preservers and deliverers of Karma. Many have experienced an unmistakable sense of prior knowing a certain person or place—though the encounter is seemingly, in this life,  for “the first time.” The déjà vu occurs probably with a push from those unseen entities.

Dreams Solve Problems the Conscious Mind Cannot

WHEN our thick brains get all heated up worrying about life’s complexities, that’s often  the best time to kick off our shoes, and give it a rest.

Faced with a critical decision, or stuck on a complex problem, dream researchers have discovered, sleeping or napping on them often led to a right solution.

“In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die,” Lewis Carroll wrote of children: “Ever drifting down the stream–Lingering in the golden gleam–Life, what is it but a dream?”

As adults the notes of a song, the smell of burning leaves, the babbling of a mountain stream, a day-dream — all may open doors to another realm of poetic mind. They also arouse unexpected vistas.

In Wordsworth’s haunting poem “Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood,” reveries opened for him an unexpected awareness of past lives.

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“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar …”

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There is “a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy,” the poet Edgar Allan Poe wrote in Marginalia, “which are not thoughts, and to which, as yet, I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt language.”