Sunday, July 12, 2015

The ancient Sanctuary

As a child I lived in a small town where many creative and influential people lived. There was an ancient Sanctuary. Every morning it was almost full. The dignitaries of the village went there, entered silently, lit a candle, and meditated or prayed for fifteen to twenty minutes. There was no crime in that village. The police were occupied all day with gardening and other domestic duties. The judge wrote novels.

It is not places of gambling and prostitution or nightclubs that can transform a nation, but Sanctuaries and Ashrams that are charged by the fire of the Higher Worlds. Once a man or a nation loses the thread of the Fiery World, the degeneration of the spirit takes place and insanity develops at the expense of the spirit.

-Torkom Saraydarian
Other Worlds

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