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All those things round me the primeval forest, and the sacred stream of Ganga, the mighty Himalaya, mount of God, ay, the illimitable vault of heaven above me, sun and stars what are they but "such stuff as dreams are made of"? Brahm thought, and they became something and somewhere. He may think again, and they will become nothing and nowhere.
"Oh, no, he isn't," said Ellen "oh, no, he isn't! what shall we do, Mrs. Van Brunt? what shall we do?" "The doctor!" said Mrs. Van Brunt "he said 'send for the doctor; but I can't go, and there's nobody to send. Oh, he'll die! Oh, my dear 'Brahm! I wish it was me!" "What doctor?" said Ellen "I'll find somebody to go what doctor?" "Dr.
ANSWER: In Lesson Sixth, of the present series, you will find a brief mention of the "Days and Nights of Brahm" those vast periods of the In-breathing and Out-breathing of the Creative Principle which is personified in the Hindu conception of Brahma.
The Kosmogony of the Chinese is similar in all respects to that of other countries. The first man, Puoncu, was born from an egg. The Chinese say that this egg-born Puoncu, who is identical with Brahm, Noah, and Adam, is not the great Creator or God, but only the first man.
This statement is not to be taken as any denial of true "spirit return," but is merely an explanation of certain forms of so-called "spiritualistic phenomena" which is well understood by advanced "spiritualists," although many seekers after psychic phenomena are in ignorance of it. QUESTION VI: What is meant by "the Days and Nights of Brahm"; the "Cycles"; the "Chain of Worlds", etc., etc.?
"Confess, Gulab, it will pass the time; a love story is sweet, and Brahm, who creates all things, creates flowers beautiful and sweet to stir love," and he shook the small body reassuringly. "Tell me, Gulab," and his strong fingers swept the smooth black hair. The girl unclasped her arms from about Barlow's waist and led his finger to a harsh iron bracelet upon her arm.
Against its impulse to speak I clenched my jaws; for one word against Brahm or the Triad or the Shastras would doom me; one act of kindness to the outcast Brahmans who now and then dragged themselves to die on the burning sands a blessing said, a cup of water given and I became one of them, lost to family, country, privileges, caste. The love conquered!
This is the play of Brahm; endlessly to dissever, in time and space, and to unite in consciousness, like the geometrician who discovers every ellipse, parabola, and hyperbola, in the cone where all inhere." A surgeon once remarked to the author that among his professional associates he had noticed an increasing awareness of the invisible.
The purification of his individual soul became practically his highest conceivable end; to carry out that he must separate from society. Yet the more he tries to escape self the more he finds self; for what are his thoughts about Brahm, his thoughts about Krishna, save his own thoughts? Is Brahm a projection of his own soul? To sink in him, does it mean to be nothing? Am I, after all, my own law?
In the place of Brahm, they worship many gods gods of all colors: some black, some white, some blue, some red gods of all shapes and sizes: some in the shape of beasts, some in the shape of men; some partly in the shape of beasts, and partly in the shape of men, having four, or ten, or a hundred, or a thousand eyes, heads, and hands.
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