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| Stolen from HellenicGods.org. |
“All is flux, nothing is stationary...The world, an entity out of everything, was created by neither gods nor men, but was, is and will be eternally living fire, regularly becoming ignited and regularly becoming extinguished.”- Heraclitus (535 – 475 BCE.)
“There are two realities, the
terrestrial and the condition of fire. All power is from the
terrestrial condition, for there all opposites meet and there only is
the extreme of choice possible, full freedom. And there the
heterogeneous is, and evil, for evil is the strain one upon another
of opposites; but in the condition of fire is all music and all rest.
Between is the condition of air where images have but a borrowed
life, that of memory or that reflected upon them when they symbolise
colours and intensities of fire, the place of shades who are “in
the whirl of those who are fading,” and who cry like those amorous
shades in the Japanese play:
“That we may acquire power
Even in our faint substance,
We will show forth even now,
And though it be but in a dream,
Our form of repentance.”
After so many rhythmic beats the soul
must cease to desire its images, and can, as it were, close its eyes.
When all sequence comes to an end, time
comes to an end, and the soul puts on the rhythmic or spiritual body
or luminous body and contemplates all the events of its memory and
every possible impulse in an eternal possession of itself in one
single moment. That condition is alone animate, all the rest is
phantasy, and from thence come all the passions, and some have held,
the very heat of the body.
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day.
What one, in the rout
Of the fire-born moods,
Has fallen away?”
[…]
“The inflowing from their mirrored
life, who themselves receive it from the Condition of Fire, falls
upon the Winding Path called the Path of the Serpent, and that
inflowing coming alike to men and to animals is called natural. There
is another inflow which is not natural but intellectual, and is from
the fire; and it descends through souls who pass for a lengthy or a
brief period out of the mirror life, as we in sleep out of the bodily
life, and though it may fall upon a sleeping serpent, it falls
principally upon straight paths. In so far as a man is like all other
men, the inflow finds him upon the winding path, and in so far as he
is a saint or sage, upon the straight path.”
[…]
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“Daemon and man are opposites; man
passes from heterogeneous objects to the simplicity of fire, and the
Daemon is drawn to objects because through them he obtains power, the
extremity of choice. For only in men’s minds can he meet even those
in the Condition of Fire who are not of his own kin. He, by using his
mediatorial shades, brings man again and again to the place of
choice, heightening temptation that the choice may be as final as
possible, imposing his own lucidity upon events, leading his victim
to whatever among works not impossible is the most difficult. He
suffers with man as some firm-souled man suffers with the woman he
but loves the better because she is extravagant and fickle. His
descending power is neither the winding nor the straight line but
zigzag, illuminating the passive and active properties, the tree’s
two sorts of fruit: it is the sudden lightning, for all his acts of
power are instantaneous. We perceive in a pulsation of the artery,
and after slowly decline.”
[…]
“But certainly it is always to the
Condition of Fire, where emotion is not brought to any sudden stop,
where there is neither wall nor gate, that we would rise; and the
mask plucked from the oak-tree is but my imagination of rhythmic
body. We may pray to that last condition by any name so long as we do
not pray to it as a thing or a thought, and most prayers call it man
or woman or child:
“For mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face.”
Within ourselves Reason and Will, who
are the man and woman, hold out towards a hidden altar, a laughing or
crying child.”
- Yeats, Per Amica Silentia Lunae.


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