God Does Not Look At Your Outer

Lovers O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time To Set Out From The World. I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depths Of The Stars. Our Camel Driver Is At Work; The Caravan Is Being Readied. He Asks That We Forgive Him For The Disturbance He Has Caused Us, He Asks Why We Travellers Are Asleep. Everywhere The Murmur Of Departure; The Stars, Like Candles Thrust At Us From Behind Blue Veils, And As If To Make The Invisible Plain, A Wondrous People Have Come Forth.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

And So It Is, That Both The Devil And The Angelic Spirit Present Us With Objects Of Desire To Awaken Our Power Of Choice.

Work On Your Stony Qualities And Become Resplendent Like The Ruby. Practice Self-denial And Accept Difficulty. Always See Infinite Life In Letting The Self Die. Your Stoniness Will Decrease; Your Ruby Nature Will Grow. The Signs Of Self-existence Will Leave Your Body, And Ecstasy Will Take You Over.