The Three Mountains
CHAPTER 7
MEDITATION
Closed in by intellectual walls, fed up with so many complicated and difficult theories, I made up my mind to travel to the tropical coast of the Caribbean Sea...
There, far away, seated like a hermit of bygone times under the silent shadow of a solitary tree, I resolved to put an end all that difficult entourage of useless rationalism...
With a blank mind, starting from radical zero, sunk in deep meditation, I searched within myself for the Secret Master...
Frankly and with complete sincerity I confess that I took very seriously that phrase from The Testament of Learning which says, to the letter, "Before the false dawn came over this earth, those who survived the hurricane and the storm gave praise to the Innermost, and to them appeared the heralds of the dawn."[1] Obviously I was searching for the Innermost. I adored Him in the secrecy of meditation, I worshipped Him...
I knew that I would find Him inside myself, in the unknown depths of my soul, and the results were not long in coming…
Later on I had to leave that sandy beach to take refuge in other lands and other places...
However, wherever I went I continued my practices of meditation. Lying in my bed or on the hard floor I placed myself in the form of a flaming star—legs and arms open to the right and left—with the body completely relaxed...
I closed my eyes so that nothing in the world could distract me, afterward becoming intoxicated with the wine of meditation in the cup of perfect concentration. Unquestionably, as I intensified my practices, I felt that I really was drawing nearer to the Innermost…
The vanities of the world did not interest me.I knew full well that all things in this valley of tears are perishable...
The only thing that really interested me was the Innermost and His secret and instantaneous answers...
There are extraordinary cosmic festivals that can never be forgotten, this is well known by Divinity and Humanity...
As I write these lines, the pleasant dawn of a happy day comes to my memory…
From the inner garden of my house, outside of the planetary body, humbly sunk down on my knees, crying out with a great voice, I called to the Innermost...
The Blessed One crossed over the threshold of my house.I saw him coming toward me with triumphant steps…
Dressed in beautiful zephyr and an ineffable white tunic, the Adorable One came to me.I contemplated him happily...
The crown of the Hierophants shone splendidly on his celestial head; his whole body was made of happiness...
All those precious gems of which the Apocalypse of St. John tells shone beautifully in His right hand…
The Lord held the Rod of Mercury, the scepter of the kings, the staff of the Patriarchs, with great firmness...
Taking me in his arms, the Venerable One sang with a voice of Paradise, saying things that it is not given to earthly beings to comprehend…
The Lord of Perfections took me then to the planet Venus, very far from the bitterness of this world...
This was how I approached the Innermost by the secret path of deep inner meditation…
[1] See Dayspring of Youth, by M.