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that opposes, scourges all that errs and resists, heals all that is
wounded and suffers and complains and submits. Vishnu of the
vast pervading motion holds in his triple stride all these worlds;
it is he that makes a wide room for the action of Indra in our
limited mortality; it is by him and with him that we rise into
his highest seats where we find waiting for us the Friend, the
Beloved, the Beatific Godhead.
Our earth shaped out of the dark inconscient ocean of existence
lifts its high formations and ascending peaks heavenward;
heaven of mind has its own formations, clouds that give out
their lightnings and their waters of life; the streams of the clarity
and the honey ascend out of the subconscient ocean below and
seek the superconscient ocean above; and from above that ocean
sends downward its rivers of the light and truth and bliss even
into our physical being. Thus in images of physical Nature the
Vedic poets sing the hymn of our spiritual ascension.
That ascension has already been effected by the Ancients, the
human forefathers, and the spirits of these great Ancestors still
assist their offspring; for the new dawns repeat the old and lean
forward in light to join the dawns of the future. Kanwa, Kutsa,
Atri, Kakshiwan, Gotama, Shunahshepa have become types of
certain spiritual victories which tend to be constantly repeated
in the experience of humanity. The seven sages, the Angirasas,
are waiting still and always, ready to chant the word, to rend the
cavern, to find the lost herds, to recover the hidden Sun. Thus
the soul is a battlefield full of helpers and hurters, friends and
enemies. All this lives, teems, is personal, is conscious, is active.
We create for ourselves by the sacrifice and by the word shining
seers, heroes to fight for us, children of our works. The Rishis
and the Gods find for us our luminous herds; the Ribhus fashion
by the mind the chariots of the gods and their horses and their
shining weapons. Our life is a horse that neighing and galloping
bears us onward and upward; its forces are swift-hooved steeds,
the liberated powers of the mind are wide-winging birds; this
mental being or this soul is the upsoaring Swan or the Falcon
that breaks out from a hundred iron walls and wrests from the
jealous guardians of felicity the wine of the Soma. Every shining