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AE The Candle of Vision — The Many-Coloured Land (1918)

But I was curious about these forms, and often lured away by them from the highest meditation; for I was dazzled like a child who escapes from a dark alley in one of our cities of great sorrow where its life has been spent, and who comes for the first time upon some rich garden beyond the city where the air is weighted with scent of lilac or rose, and the eyes are made gay with colour.
Such a beauty begins to glow on us as we journey towards Deity, even as earth grows brighter as we journey from the gloomy pole to lands of the sun
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AE The Candle of Vision — The Many-Coloured Land (1918)

Artist and poet have rarely been curious about the processes of their own minds.
Yet it is reasonable to assume that the highest ecstasy and vision are conditioned by law and attainable by all, and this might be argued as of more importance even than the message of the seers.
I attribute to that unwavering meditation and fiery concentration of will a growing luminousness in my brain as if I had unsealed in the body a fountain of interior light.
Normally we close our eyes on a cloudy gloom through which vague forms struggle sometimes into definiteness.
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AE The Candle of Vision — The Many-Coloured Land (1918)

Sometimes I wondered had they individualised life at all, for they moved as if in some orchestration of their being.
If one looked up, all looked up.
If one moved to breathe the magical airs from the fountains, many bent in rhythm.
I wondered were their thoughts all another's.
One who lived within them, guardian or oversoul to their tribe?
Like these were my first visions of supernature, not spiritual nor of any high import, not in any way so high as those transcendental moments of awe, when almost without vision the Divine Darkness seemed to breathe within the spirit.
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