Friday, 6 January 2017

Descent of the scale

Ah, Maya! Maya! thou mother of illusion, when shall we learn to rise above thy spell! Those who play in the clay are besmeared by it and can see nothing finer and higher than its sticky substance.

The scales of matter serve to blind the eyes of man so that he sees the real as the unreal—the unreal as the real. The higher in the scale of existence the soul rises, the more real are its experiences—the nearer it approaches matter in its descent of the scale, the more unreal are its experiences.

Life Beyond Death, Yogi Ramacharaka, Yogi Publication Society, Chicago, 1912