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THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING<br />

quickly enough the gross breaks, but lets the minor ones dart<br />

away from his grasp, like the small fry which with ease swim<br />

in and out of the fisherman’s net. Further, though in twelve<br />

meditations the number of breaks may be identical, yet the<br />

class of the breaks, much more so than the actual number,<br />

will tell the meditator, more certainly than anything else,<br />

whether he has progressed or has retrograded.<br />

Thus at first, should the meditator practise with his eyes<br />

open, the number of breaks will in their swift succession form<br />

almost one unbroken interruption. Again, should the eyes be<br />

closed, then the ears detecting the slightest sound, the flow of<br />

the will will be broken, just as the faintest zephyr, on a still<br />

evening, will throw out of the perpendicular an ascending<br />

column of smoke. But presently, as the will gains power, the<br />

sense of hearing, little by little, as it comes under control, is<br />

held back from hearing the lesser sounds, then the greater, then<br />

at length all sounds. The vibrations of the will having repelled<br />

the sound vibrations of the air, and brought the sense<br />

of hearing into Equilibrium. Now the upward mountain filament<br />

of smoke has become the ascending columns of a great<br />

volcano, there is a titanic blast behind it,—a will to ascend.<br />

And as the smoke and flame is belched forth, so terrific is its<br />

strength, that even a hurricane cannot shake it or drive it<br />

from its course.<br />

As the five senses become subdues, fresh hosts of difficulties<br />

spring up irrationally from the brain itself. And,<br />

whichever way we turn, a mob of subconscious thoughts pull<br />

us this way and that, and our plight in this truculent multitude<br />

is a hundred times worse than when we commenced to<br />

wrestle with the five senses. Like wandering comets and<br />

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