GLAMOUR
Dreaded
dispellers of the Light,
Deceivers
of our being,
As
such the force of Glamour,
is blinding us from seeing.
Like
a mask tied round our eyes,
or a foggy autumn morn;
Glamour
keeps our vision clouded,
and Reality forlorn.
Maya
on the etheric planes,
entangles us in her web;
Conditioning
the forces that impulse us,
directing us to were we're led.
Her
subtle energies enforce our being,
by pranic influences on our centers;
Through
congestion, overstimulation,
or lack of
coordination,
does Maya allow disease to enter.
But
inspiration may lift you up,
to bear this Path of Probation;
Purification
and concentration,
aids to bring about elation.
Glamour reigns the emotional planes,
Like
An
uncontrolled Astral body,
leaves us living untidily.
A-swaying
like a ship in storm,
between the pairs of opposites;
Is
the rocky course of Glamour,
keeping our heart blitzed.
But
with dispassion, the storm lets up,
and the seas make for some good sailing,
Bringing
illumination and clear vision,
to the disciple pledged from failing.
Then
there's Illusion, the distortion of mind,
mis-interpretation of the ideal;
Bewildering
us to believe the false thoughtform,
coloring the Light revealed.
But
with intuition, the spiritual perception,
begins the Path of Initiation;
Dispelling
illusion's illusory mirage,
through the light of the soul's contemplation.
At
last, there's the Dweller that sits on the Threshold,
between the integrated person and Angel of Presence;
Confusing
the Soul with the lower forms,
hindering the final transcendence.
Yet
with discriminating control, the Soul takes grip,
revealing the Spiritual Light;
Dispelling
the force of darkness,
mastering the Glamours of Life.
And
as a Master, Adept of Life,
the Plan unfolds straightforward and true;
Like
a crystal clear filled vessel,
the Light comes shining through.