Sunday, 23 April 2017

A vision of the coming Avatar

The word is spoken.

The sable curtains of the darkness part.
He who dwells in everlasting radiance comes forth.
With Him, rank on rank, angelic Beings move in ever-widening circles.
Transcendent, ever-changing hues of Light 
With blinding radiance intoxicate the air.
From angelic harps rich melody rolls onward.
The very echoes of yon planet, earth, tremble with ecstasy
And with delirious joy sink into silence profound and awesome.

What bodes it me, an humble child of earth, 
That I behind the veil may glimpse?

Who art Thou, Lord? whom to Thy shepherds thus appeareth?

I dare not look.
My weary world-worn eyes I cannot lift.
Yet rests thy crown of glory on my brow.

Light of the World, forever shining,
Though streaming tears thy radiance hide.
Sun of my Soul, forever near
Lift up my heart in adoration
And there abide for aye.

Deep in my empty heart ent'ring;
All Love Divine and Wisdom cent'ring,
My Saviour, Lord, I'm lost in Thee.

Empty Thine arms, with blessings laden,
Grant me the boon to bear them on.

Thus spake my Soul.

From out the Silence, rolling thunder.
And many Voices cried Amen! Amen!

The heavenly hosts are stilled as Thou draw'st near.
Aye! E'en the harmony divine in silence dies when Thou appear'st.
Grant me to rest in Thy bright shining.

Forth from the hosts angelic a Being speaks—

Still, O earth, thy heart! The Lord Christ cometh.
He passeth by; and thrills the farthest region
Where waves of death beat earth's dark shore.
The darkness flees, by glory vanquished.
The day of blood and steel and death is o'er.

Silent, still and empty. Naught of earth remaining.
Only Thy joy and peace and love abiding.
Sun of my Soul, shine on! Shine on!

Realms of the Living Dead—A Brief Description of Life After Death, Harriette Augusta Curtiss and F. Homer Curtiss, the Curtiss Philosophic Book Company, Washington D. C., 1926