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"
Man
,
deceive
not
thyself
!
"
he
said
--
"
Think
not
the
terrors
of
this
night
are
the
delusion
of
a
dream
or
the
snare
of
a
vision
!
Thou
art
awake
--
not
sleeping
--
thou
art
flesh
as
well
as
spirit
!
This
place
is
neither
hell
nor
heaven
nor
any
space
between
--
it
is
a
corner
of
thine
own
world
on
which
thou
livest
.
Wherefore
know
from
henceforth
that
the
Supernatural
Universe
in
and
around
the
Natural
is
no
lie
--
but
the
chief
Reality
,
inasmuch
as
God
surroundeth
all
!
Fate
strikes
thine
hour
--
and
in
this
hour
'
tis
given
thee
to
choose
thy
Master
.
Now
,
by
the
will
of
God
,
thou
seest
me
as
Angel
;
--
but
take
heed
thou
forget
not
that
among
men
I
am
as
Man
!
In
human
form
I
move
with
all
humanity
through
endless
ages
--
to
kings
and
counsellors
,
to
priests
and
scientists
,
to
thinkers
and
teachers
,
to
old
and
young
,
I
come
in
the
shape
their
pride
or
vice
demands
,
and
am
as
one
with
all
.
Self
finds
in
me
another
Ego
;
--
but
from
the
pure
in
heart
,
the
high
in
faith
,
the
perfect
in
intention
,
I
do
retreat
with
joy
,
offering
naught
save
reverence
,
demanding
naught
save
prayer
!
So
am
I
--
so
must
I
ever
be
--
till
Man
of
his
own
will
releases
and
redeems
me
.
Mistake
me
not
,
but
know
me
!
--
and
choose
thy
Future
for
truth
's
sake
and
not
out
of
fear
!
Choose
and
change
not
in
any
time
hereafter
--
this
hour
,
this
moment
is
thy
last
probation
--
choose
,
I
say
!
Wilt
thou
serve
Self
and
Me
?
or
God
only
?
"
The
question
seemed
thundered
on
my
ears
,
...
shuddering
,
I
looked
from
right
to
left
,
and
saw
a
gathering
crowd
of
faces
,
white
,
wistful
,
wondering
,
threatening
and
imploring
--
they
pressed
about
me
close
,
with
glistening
eyes
and
lips
that
moved
dumbly
.
And
as
they
stared
upon
me
I
beheld
another
spectral
thing
--
the
image
of
Myself
!
--
a
poor
frail
creature
,
pitiful
,
ignorant
,
and
undiscerning
--
limited
in
both
capacity
and
intelligence
,
yet
full
of
strange
egotism
and
still
stranger
arrogance
;
every
detail
of
my
life
was
suddenly
presented
to
me
as
in
a
magic
mirror
,
and
I
read
my
own
chronicle
of
paltry
intellectual
pride
,
vulgar
ambition
and
vulgarer
ostentation
--
I
realised
with
shame
my
miserable
vices
,
my
puny
scorn
of
God
,
my
effronteries
and
blasphemies
;
and
in
the
sudden
strong
repulsion
and
repudiation
of
my
own
worthless
existence
,
being
and
character
,
I
found
both
voice
and
speech
.
"
God
only
!
"
I
cried
fervently
--
"
Annihilation
at
His
hands
,
rather
than
life
without
Him
!
God
only
!
I
have
chosen
!
"
My
words
vibrated
passionately
on
my
own
ears
,
...
and
...
even
as
they
were
spoken
,
the
air
grew
misty
with
a
snowy
opalescent
radiance
,
...
the
sable
and
crimson
wings
uplifted
in
such
multitudinous
array
around
me
,
palpitated
with
a
thousand
changeful
hues
,
...
and
over
the
face
of
my
dark
Foe
a
light
celestial
fell
like
the
smile
of
dawn
!
Awed
and
afraid
I
gazed
upward
,
...
and
there
I
saw
a
new
and
yet
more
wondrous
glory
,
...
a
shining
Figure
outlined
against
the
sky
in
such
surpassing
beauty
and
vivid
brilliancy
as
made
me
think
the
sun
itself
had
risen
in
vast
Angel-shape
on
rainbow
pinions
!
And
from
the
brightening
heaven
there
rang
a
silver
voice
,
clear
as
a
clarion-call
--
"
Arise
,
Lucifer
,
Son
of
the
Morning
!
One
soul
rejects
thee
--
one
hour
of
joy
is
granted
thee
!
Hence
and
arise
!
"
Earth
,
air
,
and
sea
blazed
suddenly
into
fiery
gold
--
blinded
and
stunned
,
I
was
seized
by
compelling
hands
and
held
firmly
down
by
a
force
invisible
,
...
the
yacht
was
slowly
sinking
under
me
!
Overwhelmed
with
unearthly
terrors
,
my
lips
yet
murmured
,
"
God
!
God
only
!
"
The
heavens
changed
from
gold
to
crimson
--
anon
to
shining
blue
,
...
and
against
this
mass
of
wavering
colour
that
seemed
to
make
a
jewelled
archway
of
the
sky
,
I
saw
the
Form
of
him
whom
I
had
known
as
man
,
swiftly
ascend
god-like
,
with
flaming
pinions
and
upturned
glorious
visage
,
like
a
vision
of
light
in
darkness
!
Around
him
clustered
a
million
winged
shapes
--
but
He
,
supreme
,
majestic
,
wonderful
,
towered
high
above
them
all
,
a
very
king
of
splendour
,
the
glory
round
his
brows
resembling
meteor-fires
in
an
Arctic
midnight
--
his
eyes
,
twin
stars
,
ablaze
with
such
great
rapture
as
seemed
half
agony
!
Breathless
and
giddy
,
I
strained
my
sight
to
follow
him
as
he
fled
;
...
and
heard
the
musical
calling
of
strange
sweet
voices
everywhere
,
from
east
to
west
,
from
north
to
south
.
