My friends, let us be practical. I say I shall touch at present
only upon the practical ethics of Theosophy, and in a very
simple, colloquial style.
My general experience among the
classes interested in and leaning on Theosophy, mental science,
Christian science, mind healing — and, indeed, all students
of psychics, and of those silent and invisible forces in
Nature which move with a solemn stillness, and yet which
are invincible — is that they are
too dreamy, too theoretical, too vague, and too hysterical
to meet the trials of this commonplace, workaday life.
Many
of us who call ourselves Theosophists proceed to repeat the
fundamental teachings of this science-religion without ever
troubling ourselves to sift them to the bottom of their meaning,
or satisfying ourselves, that we apply them to our own lives.
I recall a few cases which illustrate this point, and may
safely relate them as convincing proof of what I have said.
The first is of a lady who believed herself a devoted Theosophist;
so did others. But, when a marplot of a dressmaker failed
to deliver her new gown, while she waited to don it for a
dinner party, her impatience grew to such a fume that it
boiled over in a flood of petulant tears, while she threw
herself face downwards on a couch. Now, if a woman's Theosophy,
superior will, Divine wisdom, or whatever you call it, does
not serve her at times of such frivolous disappointment,
it is not worth much.
The second is of a lady who became
enamoured of Mental Science; enamoured, mark you. For the
time being she was enraptured with the group of ideas represented
under this title, as a child is with a new doll, or a suitor
with a fresh sweetheart. These subjects are not matters for
amorous jugglery. They are to live by, to study as a science, and to rest on
as a companion in whom you feel a deeper confidence and higher
solace day by day. She was a gifted elocutionist; coughs,
colds, and sore throats had been her mortal dread and worst
enemies. After her first few lessons in Mental Science, she
boldly and persistently denied the existence of influenza
or catarrh, and believed this positive attitude of mind a
bulwark against the inheritance of generations and the indiscreet
habits of years. But the colds continued to come, crowding
thick and fast upon her, making her so hoarse she could hardly
speak, while she bravely fired off her ammunition of denials
from behind a great fortress of catarrh. Do you not think
she would have better shown divine wisdom by keeping out
of draughts, changing wet stockings for dry ones, and wearing
sufficient clothing ? I do. [Page 4]
One more illustration and I have done. Not long since I was
regretting the existence in life of those little, far-away,
desolate islands, where a seeming fate hurls us, and then
leaves us to stand all alone, while we feel the ground slipping
away from under our feet, a waste of dark waters around us,
and no human help in sight. A Theosophic brother turned on
me, and upbraided me severely for not believing in Universal
brotherhood. It was useless for me to protest. By and by,
an emergency came into my life; I needed twenty-five dollars
instantly to save a near friend from disaster. It was five
o'clock in the afternoon, and I sought the Theosophic brother's
aid at his place of business, and it is a large importing
house. I explained the grievous circumstances, and that my
bank was closed. He simply replied, “ I am sorry I
can't help you;” but you are unnecessarily excited.
I guess you can bridge over your worst anticipations tonight.
It's not so long to wait until the bank opens in the morning". Later
on a question of moment came up, relative to matters in which
we both had an interest. Certain movements of my own had
been sat upon in uncharitable judgment by a dozen critics.
I had not been present at the assembly, so he wrote me ten
pages of gossipy scurrility, trusting “that in spirit
life I had advanced beyond the world's superficial judgment " ;
and signed himself “a loyal, sincere, and faithful
friend". Now, this is an instance of how beautiful Universal
brotherhood may be talked most beautifully. But in this sordid,
selfish world cannot each one of us try to form the nucleus
of a Universal Brotherhood by practising a material and spiritual
philanthropy in our own little circle ? If we are going to
drift into the desperate and deplorable cant about our existing
as perfect beings, emanating from the Divine, and therefore incapable of sickness, sorrow, strife, and
sin; if we are going to audaciously assert that we, today, are living
in the harmony of a Universal Brotherhood; if we are going
to occupy our time straining our spiritual eyes after astral
bodies, the joys of Devachan, and the luminous tableaux of
Nirvana; if we are going to find happiness and solace in
these thoughts alone — we may as well return to the old
and misty creeds of pulpit orthodoxy.
That we are still only sons of God, and not gods unto men,
is proved by the fact that we have not shaken off our old
condition of sickness, sorrow, strife, and sin. If we were
living today a practical Universal Brotherhood, we would
not have an Alaska Street, Philadelphia; a five Points, New
York; a Seven Dials, London, with their struggling, sinning,
squalid, starving populations. If we were all awake spiritually,
we would gaze clearly, confidently, fearlessly, and without
effort on the astral phenomena crowding the very atmosphere
about us; and until the psychic vision is completely unembarrassed,
it is as useless to sit in wonder-gazing expectation, as
to try to read the headlines of the morning press, while the fleshly tissues of the eyelids are still
sealed in slumber.
The question is, What is Theosophy ? Well,
Webster and Worcester define it as divine wisdom. But it
is something more. Theosophy appears [Page 5] to me to be that
form of philosophy that links God and nature in man; a human
pantheism. If God and nature be linked in man as the highest
expression of divine power, our work begins with ourselves — that
is, the attainment of human perfection through personal effort.
What we want is not to talk Theosophy, but to live it. Live
it as the man Jesus did, walking in the ways of eternal truth,
from which he was surnamed Christos.
If Theosophy is to serve any purpose in elevating the alter
ego, — if Theosophy is to teach man the Divine Wisdom,
which he may achieve along lines of worldly practice and
experience; and so, ultimately, lift him on to new heights
of manhood — then the very beginnings of it are rooted
in laws which may apply to the homely worries of everyday
life, and their practical remedy.
Do not let us regard the
argument for the study of cosmogony and the essential nature
of man, which has come to us under the name of Theosophy,
merely as a beautiful poetical picture, not much more than
a charming dream of what might be in some intangible state
of existence, and in an indefinite, nameless somewhere, quite
out of mortal reach.
Theosophic life is not a mere theoretical
speculation. It is neither a species of clap-trap mysticism,
nor the dreary scheme of visionary philosophers, with the
vain hope of delivering themselves from the evils and troubles
of life, from all activity, self-consciousness, and personal
existence.
The exactions of the Theosophic life — the life, I say — are
real. It demands the constant repression of the gross animal
passions; the subordination of fleshy desires and tempers
to the highest spiritual behests, the eradication of selfishness,
the fostering of broad, generous sympathies toward our fellow-man,
the cheerful performance of the duty that lies nearest to
us. The Theosophic life requires pure thoughts, high and
holy ideals for the inner man teaches the love of right for
righteousness sake; it distinguishes between good
and evil by the light that shines within; and it develops
the spiritual essence of man by meditation.
You see, it is
an arduous, patient, uphill journey that each one must climb
for himself; and only by strength of will and grace of holiness
may we poor mortal pilgrims hope to attain final glory.
There
is no shifting responsibilities, no shirking tomorrow's result
of today's action (whether it be good or evil); there are
no vicarious atonements. If we would be sound in soul, we
must be our own spiritual surgeon, and lay the axe to the
root of the fungus growth of sin, just as the surgeon of
the body lays the scalpel to the cancer on the human breast;
and alone, must the pain be borne.
The process of the practical
Theosophic life is entirely within ourselves, the motive,
the effort, the consequences being distinctly personal.
To
this end reflection is necessary. First of all, let us look
into ourselves [Page 6] with clear, courageous, impartial
eyes. Let us turn the spiritual sight in upon our own souls,
and note what we see there. Let us see how much sound truth,
ready to receive the fruitful pollen of love, and how much
festering falsehood occupies the chalice of our hearts. For
truth is fortitude, it is liberty, it is virtue, it is daring,
it is charity, it is generosity. And these are the soul's
richest acquisitions. Falsehood is a whole host of foemen.
Let us go into battle with ourselves. Let us crush out envy,
hatred, malice, and spite; let us conquer false pride of
place and mistaken ambitions; let us live away from and above
small tempers, narrow judgments, and the trivial strifes
of the mortal man. For all these are our worst enemies. Let
us speak encouraging words, and let us think generous thoughts
of others; let us value our neighbour for his intrinsic merits;
let us not relegate him to the Siberia of indecent personages because Sally Smith or Jenny
Jones rolls her eyeballs clear under their lids at the mention
of his name, and implies all kinds of unpronounceable things.
When those captious, sullen, irrascible days come which come
to all of us, let us close our teeth hard on our tongues,
rather than pain the unoffending people around us. Let us
strive to give practical help to each other. But let us not
plume ourselves upon it, nor boast of it. Many of us have
the habit of saying, “I want to help my neighbour,
she needs me; I see where I can do her a real service". This
is a worthy feeling; but let us first take the mote out of
our own eye that we may see more clearly to take it from
that of our brother.
The Bible tells us this, and I find it a book of sound wisdom
and practical advice.
There is another snag to be avoided
in this apt-to-be-delusive feeling about assisting others.
Perhaps deep down, and away off in an obscure corner of your
heart, lies the germ of selfishness, and your attentions
to your friend may be only a stepping-stone. Let us not humbug
ourselves.
Let us not spend time being sorry for ourselves.
All forms of self-pity enervate the heart of man. Let us face our trials calmly
and with resolution of action, placing our only choice in
self-reliance.
If you fail in an undertaking, blame no man.
The cause of failure is a deficiency in yourself. Remember
the law of the survival of the fittest. All our blunders
and suffering in life are the result of our own ignorance
or wilful error. For the law of Karma is the law of life.
What ye sow, that shall ye also reap. Byron fully illustrates
this order of things when he says, “Love and liquor
are both ecstasies, after one the heartache, and after the
other the headache". If you plant thistle seed, are
you very surprised if strawberries do not grow ? And if you
lead a profligate, indolent life, should you be greatly amazed if honour and acclaim do not single you
out.
Each one is, positively the Truth, the Light, and the Way
unto himself. Each one of us is an individual unit (a fragment
of the great Whole) travelling over the mountain paths of
life, en route to the Golden Summit. The ways are [Page 7] steep and narrow;
they are entangled with thorns and thickets, and brambles, and briars which smart and lacerate. And when
we meet a great jagged boulder, which fate seemed to have
rolled as a test of strength into our pathway, let us not
stand kicking against it, wounding ourselves; it is as useless
as when the gentle sea-mist endeavours to caress the cruel
rocks which tear the phantom lover to shreds. Let us not
pause in despair before these boulders, and so deter our
own progress. Our object is to surmount the obstacle. Climb
over it; walk round it; plough through it; only let us be
sure we get it behind us in this journey of life. Sometimes
we come to forks in the road; if we be perplexed, let us
not be impatient, and whine and fret; we only exhaust spiritual
vitality in this way. (Nothing was ever gained by crying.
If you cry for the moon, you won't even get a star. ) Now
is the time to pause and look within. Focus your soul's sight;
and lo! out of the gloom and mists of doubt, the illuminated
finger-board will appear. We may be only well on our way
again, when, behold ! we shall find ourselves in a cul-de-sac.
Come up, bump ! into a dark corner from which, for the moment,
there is no visible egress. Great, black, stony walls rise
before and around us; again our way is obstructed, our progress
cut off. Not one ray shines above that seeming impassable
structure of adamant. Stand and pause. Possess your soul
in peace; stand and pause, I say. You are not losing time,
you are only gaining strength and breath, and when the light shall flash suddenly — as it is sure to — then
is the time to scale that wall. Put that behind you, too.
Then, let us not look backward over the avenues we have trod.
Remember, the guiding star is before us, and we have only
to keep our eyes fastened on it in our journey toward the
higher heights. Let us keep out of the past; it is damp
and gloomy; it is haunted by the ghastly shadows of wasted
ambitions, smouldering tombs of expired hopes, God-like aspirations,
and holy ideals covered with the slime of the stagnant waters
which once nourished their life; watch-fires of love, which
leapt and glowed with fervency, now a dead,
blackened, charred heap of ashen dust. Are these not sights
fit to transform any one of us into a monument of brine ?
Yes, and they scatter the road which lies behind every man
and woman in the world today. Then, let us not look backward!
So when I say reflect, meditate; I mean look inward, not
backward.
And let us act. Action is effort, action is growth.
Growth is divine pain; all nature travails and groans in
growth. Remember, we never stand still; if we do not endeavour to advance, we retrograde. For, feelings
which end in themselves and do not express themselves by
fulfilling a function, leave us feeble and sickly in character,
debilitated in mind and soul. Believe me, spiritual excellence
and the scheme for human perfection does not come to any
of us in a windfall. Whatever measure of success we may obtain
in Theosophic growth is won by unflagging toil and pre-eminent
psychic endowments. [Page 8]
Don't be too confident of yourself. Salvation is wrought
out in fear and trembling. Then, seek out the truth; there
is no goal higher than the truth. But the search is not without
its trials; and there are few who are fitted by temperament
and research to lift the veil of Isis.
Spirituality is only possible of development by retiring
within oneself, where lies the higher world of thought and
sympathy and instructive culture. The unfoldment of this
ineffable life and its marvellous lessons are of gradual
growth, but they are everlasting. Spirituality is the culture
that issues from discipline, and the courage that springs
from the brow of pain, and dares all dangers.
So, we are
again brought face to face with the bald fact that the Theosophic life means unshrinking, incessant, untiring desire combined
with efficient exercise. Prayer in operation; prayer in operation
carried through every moment of our waking day, every second
of our sleeping hours.
You say this is impossible. I say
it is not. You will say it is hard work. Yes. But practical
Theosophy was not made for lazy people.
When you once come to realize that prayer in operation means
only to work for the love of your work, it will not be so
difficult. Whatsoever your calling may be, lofty or humble,
whether it be to preserve human life or carry a hod; whether
you are making the thought of future generations, or washing
dishes, perform your duty to the utmost measure of your ability;
to the glory and satisfaction of your own highest self: There
is no such thing as accomplishing great results without work,
and spirituality makes no apology for indolence.
Remember,
“The spark divine dwells in thee; let it grow.
That which the upreaching spirit can achieve
The grand and all creative forces know;
They will assist and strengthen, as the light
Lifts up the acorn to the oak tree's height.
Thou hast but to resolve, and lo ! God's whole
Great universe shall fortify thy soul."
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