Rosicrucian Beacon Magazine - 2012-09 - AMORC
Rosicrucian Beacon Magazine - 2012-09 - AMORC Rosicrucian Beacon Magazine - 2012-09 - AMORC
Roland Northoverm I THIS FLESH, these bones, this blood, thisouter shell? Or the encasement, something that Iwear? Am I this thing that walks, that talks, that’ssometimes ill, and oftimes active, well, and sometimesstill?Am I the riot of emotion’s fickle flame, fanned byeventful wind wherever it may blow? Or sport of fear,harbinger of greed or gain, am I my mind, the thoughtsI think…, my brain?If I…, the real I, am these…, ‘tis surely strange that Ican manage if I will, to still, their vagaries and do to themjust what I will…, arrange their fatefulness…, decide theirgood or ill.The answer’s clear, I’m none of these, theseservants of my Self, but their own Master when I chooseto send them on my errands…, and see that to myselfthey bend and that they fulfil my will, my purposeand my end.Who is this Super Self, this Will, this Master Man?Is he alone or is he patterned chequer in a Plan? Theanswer’s just the same to these three questions …, for ‘tisLivingness of God, encased in man, I am. I’m that…, God’sLivingness…., a priceless gift enwrapped, in threefold shellof body, emotions and mind.But none of these, though son of humankind, andfreed from their entanglement when Charon’s kindlyhand returns the gift from whence it came…, and whereGod is…, I AM.A Humble Hedge-Cutterftimes HAVE I paused to listen to the songsof the birds waking to the first golden rays of thegolden dawn. Listened too to the scuffling inthe tattered remnants of last Autumn’s carpet of leaves asthe new life emerged to take its place in the vibrant buzzand hum of hope.On one side a baby squirrel, on the other young rabbitsscampering hither and thither in joyful appreciation ofLife’s great gift.On such days it would seem that the very cloudshave life of their own. The air is filled with sound, almostinaudible chirping at first from the early risers, then,gradually building into the melody of the dawn chorus.When the golden globe ascends above the horizonall is transformed into The New Day.Then I give thanks that I have risen with the earliestof Nature’s risers and have enjoyed the tranquillity of thebirth of this new day.44The Rosicrucian Beacon -- September 2012
Unity inDiversityThe next EuropeanConvention will beheld from 7 th to the9 th June 2013 in The Hague.The Convention theme is'Unity in Diversity' and anumber of Rosicrucians willexplore this theme. Furtherdetails will follow in monthsto come. For those of youwho remember the Rosicrucian European Convention in Barcelona a fewyears back, you will recall what a beautifully arranged event it was.For all who live in Europe, please make a point of attending thisexclusive Rosicrucian event. Conventions involving many hundreds ofmembers, possibly in excess of a thousand this time, are very special times7 - 9 June 2013Visit the Dutch Grand Lodgewebsite: www.amorc.nland select English as yourlanguage of choice.of reinforcement of the bonds that unite Rosicrucians of many different backgrounds and cultures, andespecially so in Europe with its wealth of different languages and customs. For members living much furtherafield, as your travel costs will be an important factor, please prepare well in advance, and start planning now.Attendance Fee: €35Visit the Dutch Grand Lodgewebsite: www.amorc.nland select English as yourlanguage of choice.Speakers will include:-‣ Lynne McTaggart‣ Tom McFarlane‣ Marja de Vries‣ Michel Bénot.The Dutch Grand Lodge is hosting a one-day seminar at which internationally renowned speakersin the realm of spiritual authorship will be doing presentations on aspects of spirituality as related toscience. If you can make it to this very special public event, why not combine it with a few days ofsight-seeing in Holland. The main tourist season will be over, and it may be a very pleasant time to take in themany beautiful sights of the country.The Rosicrucian Beacon -- September 2012
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Roland Northoverm I THIS FLESH, these bones, this blood, thisouter shell? Or the encasement, something that Iwear? Am I this thing that walks, that talks, that’ssometimes ill, and oftimes active, well, and sometimesstill?Am I the riot of emotion’s fickle flame, fanned byeventful wind wherever it may blow? Or sport of fear,harbinger of greed or gain, am I my mind, the thoughtsI think…, my brain?If I…, the real I, am these…, ‘tis surely strange that Ican manage if I will, to still, their vagaries and do to themjust what I will…, arrange their fatefulness…, decide theirgood or ill.The answer’s clear, I’m none of these, theseservants of my Self, but their own Master when I chooseto send them on my errands…, and see that to myselfthey bend and that they fulfil my will, my purposeand my end.Who is this Super Self, this Will, this Master Man?Is he alone or is he patterned chequer in a Plan? Theanswer’s just the same to these three questions …, for ‘tisLivingness of God, encased in man, I am. I’m that…, God’sLivingness…., a priceless gift enwrapped, in threefold shellof body, emotions and mind.But none of these, though son of humankind, andfreed from their entanglement when Charon’s kindlyhand returns the gift from whence it came…, and whereGod is…, I AM.A Humble Hedge-Cutterftimes HAVE I paused to listen to the songsof the birds waking to the first golden rays of thegolden dawn. Listened too to the scuffling inthe tattered remnants of last Autumn’s carpet of leaves asthe new life emerged to take its place in the vibrant buzzand hum of hope.On one side a baby squirrel, on the other young rabbitsscampering hither and thither in joyful appreciation ofLife’s great gift.On such days it would seem that the very cloudshave life of their own. The air is filled with sound, almostinaudible chirping at first from the early risers, then,gradually building into the melody of the dawn chorus.When the golden globe ascends above the horizonall is transformed into The New Day.Then I give thanks that I have risen with the earliestof Nature’s risers and have enjoyed the tranquillity of thebirth of this new day.44The <strong>Rosicrucian</strong> <strong>Beacon</strong> -- September <strong>2012</strong>
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