All the prophets have from the beginning cried out to my
soul, imploring her to make herself a virgin and prepare herself to
receive the Divine Son into her immaculate womb;
Imploring her to become a ladder, down which God will descend into the world, and up which man will ascend to God;1
Imploring her to drain the red sea of sanguinary passions within
herself, so that man the slave can cross over to the promised land, the
land of freedom.2
The wise man of China admonishes my soul to be peaceful and still,
and to wait for Tao to act within her. Glory be the memory of Lao-tse, the teacher and prophet of his people!
The wise man of India teaches my soul not to be afraid of suffering,
but through the arduous and relentless drilling in purification and
prayer to elevate herself to the One on high, who will come out to greet
her and manifest to her His face and His power. Glorious be the memory
of Krishna, the teacher and prophet of his people!
The royal son of India teaches my soul to empty herself completely of
every seed and crop of the world, to abandon all the serpentine
allurements of frail and shadowy matter, and then - in vacuity, tranquility, purity and bliss - to await nirvana. Blessed be the memory of Buddha, the royal son and inexorable teacher of his people!
The thunderous wise man of Persia tells my soul that there is nothing
in the world except light and darkness, and that the soul must break
free from the darkness as the day does from the night. For the sons of
light are conceived from the light, and the sons of darkness are
conceived from darkness. Glorious be the memory of Zoroaster, the great
prophet of his people!
The prophet of Israel cries out to my soul: Behold, the virgin will conceive and bear a son, whose name will be - the God-man.3 Glorious be the memory of Isaiah, the clairvoyant prophet of my soul!
O heavenly Lord, open the hearing of my soul, lest she become deaf to the counsels of Your messenger.
Do not slay the prophets sent to you,4 my soul, for their graves contain not them, but those who slew them.
Wash and cleanse yourself; become tranquil amid the turbulent sea of
the world, and keep within yourself the counsels of the prophets sent to
you. Surrender yourself entirely to the One on high and say to the
world: “I have nothing for you.”
Even the most righteous of the sons of men, who believe in you, are
merely feeble shadows which, like the righteous Joseph, walk in your
shadow. For mortality begets mortality and not life. Truly I say to you:
earthly husbands are mistaken when they say that they give life. They
do not give it but ruin it. They push life into the red sea and drown
it, and beforehand they wrap it in darkness and make it a diabolical
illusion. There is no life, O soul, unless it comes from the Holy
Spirit. Nor is there any reality in the world, unless it comes down from
heaven.
Do not slay the prophets sent to you, my soul, for killing is only an
illusion of shadows. Do not kill, for you can slay no one but yourself.
Be a virgin, my soul, for virginity of the soul is the only semi-reality in a world of shadows. A semi-reality - until God is born within her. Then the soul becomes a full reality.
Be wise, my virgin, and cordially receive the precious gifts of the
wise men from the East, intended for your Son. Do not glance back toward
the West, where the sun sets, and do not crave gifts that are figmental
and false.
_______________________________________________________1. Cf. Genesis 28:12 and John 1:51.
2. Cf. Exodus 14.
3. Cf. Isaiah 7:14.
4. CL Matthew 23:37.
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