THE TEMPLE OF ISIS.
Belle M. Wagner.
ASTRO-PHILOSOPHICAL PUBLISHING CO.,
Copyright, 1899, By Henry Wagner, M.D.
TO MY HUSBAND,
Henry Wagner, M.D.,
IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF HIS TRUE WORTH AS A WARRIOR
IN THE CAUSE OF TRUTH, AND HIS DEVOTION TO THE
BROTHERHOOD AND SISTERHOOD OF MAN, AND THE
FATHERHOOD AND MOTHERHOOD OF GOD, I
DEDICATE THIS BOOK.
BY THE AUTHORESS.
We are safe in saying that
"Within The Temple of Isis" is unique and stands alone. There is no other book
in print like it, and if Solomon of old had not said, "There is nothing new
under the sun," we would be inclined to contradict him.
"Within the Temple of Isis"
God's word was law as interpreted by his Hierophants; their oneness with the
fountain of Being made them conscious of Nature's secret operations, and
enabled them, as it does the wise ones of to-day, to enter the Temple of Isis
and observe the hidden mysteries concealed behind the veil.
Purity of motive and sincerity
of purpose brought its own reward to them of old as it does to those of to-day
who purify themselves before seeking for the knowledge and wisdom hidden
within the "Holy of Holies"—"The Temple of Isis."
Isis means Mother of all, while
Osiris means Father of all.
The Temple of Two Truths as
matter and spirit must be realized within.
The Polar Opposites are those of
sex dually expressed as two poles of one law or principle as taught by
Hermetic Philosophy before the law of polarization of spirit into matter, and
matter back into spirit, can be understood.
The Alchemist and the
Astrologer, alike, possess this wisdom, and it was this knowledge that made
the Priests Kings of Egypt, so justly famous as Magicians or Wise Men.
They still exist in spirit
realms and can transmit to this plane of earth their wisdom, that would make
earth a veritable paradise if only the race could be made to realize its
Scientific inventions of great
moment to the race are thus projected to the earth, and spiritual Adepts in
occult laws will again revive the "Wisdom Religion" upon earth in all its
beauty and grandeur as the western race becomes fitted intellectually and
spiritually to receive it.
Nature ever repeats herself in
cycles of time on the spiritual and mental, as well as the physical planes of
End, there is none. Time and
eternity are the ever-present Now, so far as the spirit is concerned.
Therefore, the readers of this strange occult book will some day realize its
truths as realities of natural law on the spiritual planes of life. It is a
clear, practical statement of Soul Marriage and of Soul Transfer from one
earthly temple to that of another.
Nature's laws are ever the same;
therefore, the same experiences herein narrated are applicable to Neophytes
seeking soul initiation to-day as they were in the days of The Temple of Isis,
and if the veil of Isis could be raised for one single moment the world would
be startled by the mysterious revelations disclosed.
To the Seers and the Occult
Initiates alike, this book will appeal with magical force. Its truths are
those of the soul and spirit, and can await the reader's soul development for
Truth needs no apology;
therefore, none will be offered as an excuse for this publication. It is our
desire that our readers may some day know for themselves that Truth is indeed
stranger than Fiction.
In presenting this little volume
to our readers we ask them to accept it, not as fiction, but as divine truth
as to the laws herein revealed.
Not a statement is made that is
not possible to the divine will of man. Although it can not be proven to your
outward knowledge, do not reject and declare it is not true.
History will teach you there
actually existed a "Temple of Isis," and the translations thereof, although
many of them are very incorrect, of the wonderful magic therein performed,
lead one to think there was some Wisdom issued from that Temple that is yet
beyond the human family, as a whole, to understand.
"The Temple of Isis" exists no
more in external form, and the Hierophants of that Temple have passed from
this to the spiritual planes above. But, need we think by that, the blind
forces of Nature can no more be controlled? The forces are just the same
to-day, but man's mind fails to grasp the truth that history repeats itself.
Mighty Hierophants are upon the
earth to-day, in embryo, and when the time comes that points favorably for
active spiritual work on the Western Continent, they will be called forth and
Egypt will not be ashamed of her true children nor their works.
The Wisdom Religion of Egypt
still exists and we can contact that Wisdom by the development of our souls.
Even do the Wise Men of the East, that was, exert their spiritual influence
upon us to-day if we but knew it.
The trouble lies with us not
with them. They will never conceal it from the honest soul truly seeking for
Light, Life and Love.
Follow us carefully to the end,
without prejudice, and when you have finished, if you still think it fiction,
strive to prove its falsity and stop not until you have reached that stage of
soul unfoldment that will enable you to occupy that plane whereby you can
stand beside the great Hierophants of "The Temple of Isis."
WITHIN THE TEMPLE OF ISIS.
THE REVELATION OF THE
Although the hour was very late,
near midnight, the Priestess had just retired to her apartments for repose.
The Rites of the day had been
extremely long and fatiguing, as they always were for a Priestess of Isis
attendant upon the burial service of one in high rank; and a great nobleman of
the land, as well as a near relative of the Priestess herself, had been buried
Thus personal sorrow had mingled
with and added weight to the impressive and solemn grandeur of the occasion,
yet, strangely enough her mind was neither with the events of the day nor the
dead, but her thoughts were resting now where they had wandered many times
throughout the day, namely, to her little handmaid and special attendant, as
well as Vestal in the Temple, Sarthia.
Sarthia, who at the very
beginning of the Chants and Litany, had failed in her part and had, with such
a pitiable moan and beseeching glance at her, been hastily withdrawn from the
assembly and assisted to the private courts.
Poor child, she thought, the
strain upon her emotions, the solemn occasion, was too great for her in view
of the crisis, which all unknown to her, must be now impending. However, upon
learning from an attendant that the young girl was resting quietly and
apparently not ill, she had not herself personally visited her, but concluded
to wait until morning.
Once, twice, thrice, just as the
Priestess had, as it were, passed the border-land of sleep the pale face, with
its pleading eyes and plaintive cry, had started her back to vivid
"Ah! this will never do," she
said, springing to her feet. "Something is indeed wrong," and taking up her
mantle she glided swiftly through the corridors, and a few moments later was
bending over the silent and motionless form of Sarthia.
Noiseless as had been the
approach of the Priestess some interior vibration had informed Sarthia of her
coming and, with a quivering and swift movement, she sprang from her couch and
threw herself impulsively into the arms of the Priestess.
"Ah! sweet Mother, well beloved
of our blessed and divine Isis, hear me and help me," said the girl, in a
whisper, tense and low, so low as only to reach the listening ear of the
"Speak child," answered the
Priestess, caressingly clasping Sarthia to her bosom with one strong arm, and
with the other making soft, mesmeric passes over her trembling body.
"Ah! thank you, sweet Mother;
this is so good and kind of you to come to me to-night. I have suffered so all
day from your thought; you have been disappointed in your Sarthia and with
reason, too. A Vestal, who all but faints at the sight of death, is not made
of the stuff required in the Temple Service. But, believe me, dear Priestess,
the trouble is far deeper than appears upon the surface. The Ritual this
morning but furnished the occasion or, rather, hastened some crisis that was
already near at hand. For some time now I am haunted by most potent
premonitions of a violent death. Night after night, dark apparitions hang
around my bed, and only last night I awoke to find the Bird of Nu, the Owl,
from out the inner Sanctuary of the Temple, perched upon my pillow and shaking
his head and croaking at me most mournfully."
"What!" exclaimed the Priestess.
"The Bird of Nu. Ah! this is indeed very serious. The matter must be
investigated at once. But, my child, if all these portents prove true, do you
fear death? Have all our teachings been in vain? Have you made so little
progress in knowledge and the philosophy of existence as to be overcome by
dark shadows and grow faint in the presence of the sentiment and show of an
external ceremony? The pageantry, which appeals so overwhelmingly to the
emotions of the outside world, is the necessary means of teaching the people
these awful and stupendous mysteries of life and death. But the Initiate
should be sustained by actual experiences within these hidden realms and
possess a knowledge of their inner nature which places him on a plane far
above the reach of Fear; besides being endowed with that burning love for
wisdom which calmly discerns good in evil, and immortal life in the shadow,
called death. Do not think I am chiding you, my child. I am only seeking to
recall my real Sarthia, who is incapable of Fear, back to this physical
expression called body.
"There, already the bright soul
shines again with its usual clear light. Hold it firmly and do not let it
flicker so again, and now I must leave you to seek an interview with the chief
of the Astrologers. The record and Horoscope of your birth must be carefully
looked up, and the meaning of these portents determined. Good-night, my
With a kiss, fond and maternal,
the Priestess withdrew. She proceeded leisurely and thoughtfully toward a
distant part of the Temple, having first dispatched a messenger before her to
announce her coming, seeking an audience, well knowing that at this now early
hour of morning the Astrologer Priests would all be in the midst of their
busiest studies, calculations and most profound observations.
But Sarthia, when left alone,
although marvelously calmed and comforted by the tender presence and lofty
words of her idolized Priestess could not compose herself to sleep. Instead,
she soon floated into a state of restful contemplation, drifting from one
topic to another, until suddenly she found herself confronted by a most
intensely vivid and startling vision. "Can it be?" Yes, true enough, there sat
the venerable Astrologer holding in his hand before him, her chart of birth.
Beside him, engaged in completing the necessary calculations, sat the scribe
and youthful Astrologer Priest, Hermo. There was a strange pallor over his
face and a compression of the lips which betrayed unusual emotion. The
Priestess was partially facing them, composed, yet with a serious
thoughtfulness of mien.
At last, Hermo, looking up,
said, "The directions for the present year of life are made out, and the fatal
arc carefully computed, Venerated Master," and handed his work to the
Astrologer who took it, studied a moment briefly, and turned to the Priestess.
"What is the result, Venerated
Father?" she asked gently.
The Astrologer slowly shook his
head and replied impressively, "According to all the laws of our Science, and
you know how true they are, the physical organism of Sarthia can not survive
this present cycle of yonder fair Goddess of the night." And, with a majestic
move, he pushed aside a curtain, revealing the Moon now low in the west.
"So short a time," said the
Priestess. "To-morrow night will be the full, and must we indeed lose our
Sarthia before another new Moon? What is the nature of these evil influences?"
"The planets, in their
configurations, indicate sudden and violent dissolution," was the reply.
"Ah, now," said Sarthia to
herself resolutely, at this point turning away from the vision, "now I
understand it all," and with a feeling of amaze at her newly-attained
clairvoyance she fell into a deep and refreshing sleep.
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE
With the first waking moments a
sharp pang recalled to Sarthia the vision and its revealments of the previous
night. But her mind had fully recovered its philosophic tone and she proceeded
about her customary routine of duties, calm and firm, and, as is often the
case, in view of some inevitable and stupendous catastrophy close at hand,
life only seemed larger, more intensely real. So, when later in the day she
received summons to meet the great Hierophant and High Priest, what, at any
other time, would have seemed a most momentous event, appeared now only in the
light of the expected and necessary.
As she was ushered into the
presence of the Holy Father the whole apartment seemed pervaded by an
atmosphere of genial warmth and electrical-giving life which somehow emanated
from the inner nature of the Priest himself, radiating also spiritual and
mental, as well as physical force.
For some moments the Hierophant
regarded the young Vestal in silence, but Sarthia was conscious that he was
reading her inmost thought and motive like an open book, even down to her
vision of the Astrologer and his fatal announcement regarding her life.
"My child," he said at length,
"are you ready for the great change now already at hand?"
"No, Father, not ready but
resigned to what seems to be the inevitable decrees of the planets that rule
my physical destiny."
"Thou hast well said thou art
not ready. Your life has yet but only begun for you. Its experiences, its many
lessons and duties, are all unlearnt and you would pass to the spirit world
immatured. Your young soul, like fruit plucked from the tree too soon, would
ripen slowly, losing many of its flavors and never attaining certain of its
best and highest qualities, for as you well know, progress in the next stage
of existence depends upon the attainments in this.
"Thou art not ready, yet say you
are willing to bow to the inevitable. This is wise, still have you not heard
it said many times that man is the arbiter of his own destiny and that the
soul was the inheritor of God-like powers by which it could rise to the plane
whereby it ruled, instead of obeying the blind or planetary forces of Nature?"
"True, O Venerated Father, I
have indeed heard all this, but I am very ignorant. Are there such
possibilities for my soul?" and somehow imperceptibly hope began to dawn
within her heart and quicken the life forces.
"Ruling the blind forces of
Nature is very like ruling the wild beast, although the beast is much stronger
than man and capable of tearing him to pieces, yet man, by forethought, can
evade or trap and chain or otherwise overcome him. So my child, there are ways
wherein man, assisted by his own knowledge, and by the instruction of departed
spirits; aye, by the immortal Gods themselves, can evade even the malefic
planets in their devastating course.
"To my clairvoyant vision, as I
now at this moment look at you, every minute atom of your physical organism is
in the subtle process of depolarization from unity toward chaos and
disintegration. You are not yourself conscious of this condition only as it
has been revealed to you, for your soul is so alive that it has become almost
unconscious of its physical expression and for this very reason the shock of
dissolution would be all the greater when it did come; for example, witness
your unexpected collapse yesterday morning. Ah! sudden death is a most
deplorable calamity, and your pitiable state of mind was but a foretaste of
what would be the state of your soul for many long years, if you had died
then, and will yet be, to a less extent now, unless this swift-coming blow can
"However, in case the worst
comes to worst, you have about ten days more of this external life and under
our special care and preparation you can live years of experience in hours of
physical time, and your soul thus equipped may courageously enter upon its
journey to the spirit world. Rest assured, my child, everything possible shall
be done for you."
"Ah, thank you; thank you, kind
and good Father," exclaimed Sarthia, casting herself at the feet of the
Hierophant and, with tears streaming from her eyes, kissing the hem of his
"But, truly life is sweet,
especially to the young, is it not, my child?" said the Priest, gently raising
Sarthia to his side and holding her trembling form in a firm clasp. "Happily,
there is an alternative which we have to offer for your most careful
consideration and decision.
"Listen now, and give me your
closest attention. Know you the young Princess Nu-nah?" Sarthia bowed assent.
"For now these many weeks she
lies in a semi-conscious condition, the soul hovering about its earthly temple
uncertain whether to go or stay. In some respects her condition corresponds
with your own, only that with you, as dissolution approaches, your soul grows
brighter and more active, while hers becomes more and more latent; this result
being largely the difference of environment—a contrast of the soul unfoldment
possible in Temple life and that amid the distractions of the outside world.
"To-night, the night of the full
Moon, the Princess Nu-nah will be brought to the Temple and the Rites
performed initiatory to the soul's great change. You, also, my child, must
bear her company. The same journey lies before you both and you can go hand in
hand through the dark valley of the shadow of death.
"And now, right here is a point
where all will depend upon your decision. It is possible for us, by aid
of the arts of Magic known to us, to bring your two souls in such magnetic
rapport that at a certain point the vibrations of the two will, for a single
instant of time, be in unison. At that momentous instant the polarity of the
two souls can be interchanged so that the subsequent vibrations of your soul
will draw you toward Nu-nah's body, while Nu-nah's soul will be drawn toward
your organism, and thus will be accomplished the first great step in the
"This great change will hasten
the physical crisis in each organism. But your soul, while connected with
Nu-nah's body, can easily overcome the malefic planetary influences which
would destroy it if she were there; while her soul in your body renders nil,
by its very non-resistance, the influences which would be absolutely fatal
were you still there when the evil descends. And thus do you evade the blind
forces of Nature. Two lives are spared for the duties and experiences of this
world. This will be the second part of the drama, and now comes the third and
last point to consider, the Result.
"In just the proportion as this
is a most stupendous change in your soul life, so indeed, perhaps, even
appalling to your present comprehension, will be the effect.
"After your soul has once
entered its new temple it will be obliged to remain there polarized by the new
forces set in operation while passing the crisis. Then, Sarthia, our bright
and well-beloved Vestal, will henceforth be known as Princess Nu-nah, and will
be obliged for a time to live the life and perform the duties of the Princess.
"On the other hand, the Princess
Nu-nah will put on the external body of our Vestal Sarthia and enter upon the
life of the Temple Service, but with this difference; that while this change
is consciously made by you, Nu-nah will probably never know it until she
passes finally to the spirit world. Her past life has already faded from
memory while consciousness of the new life will dawn gradually as upon an
infant, and therefore, since she can not be consulted in the matter, the
decision rests solely with you.
"To-night, at midnight, your
answer will be required. Until then, fare thee well, and God be with you."
THE MIDNIGHT OF THE FULL MOON.
It yet lacked several hours of
the fateful midnight, as Sarthia, her body perfumed and annointed, according
to the prescribed rites, was borne by faithful attendants from the bath into
the courts of the Sanctuary and placed upon a couch beside another, upon which
already rested the unconscious form of the lovely Princess Nu-nah.
But Sarthia, although to an
external, observer as unconscious as the fair Nu-nah, was never more intensely
awake, every atom of her being and soul alert to all transpiring about her and
conveyed to her through her marvelous new gifts of clairvoyance and
Never, with the external eye,
had she seen more vividly the vista upon vista of columns and corridors
winding in and about the Sanctuary, now illuminated by the full-orbed Queen of
the Night, which she could see shining through a certain archway, and her
heart thrilled as she counted the number of archways fair Luna must pass
until, at midnight, she would shine down through the one just above her.
Already had begun the weird
chants, interspersed with solos of exquisite harmonies of stringed and wind
instruments—responses and echoes.
Incense burned and perfumes
arose and blended in an indescribable union with melody and motion, while as
the fragrant vapors from the burning censers wafted and wreathed about the
colonnades and porticoes, Spirit forms added their presence to the sublime
scene, bringing with them flowers, aromas and harmonies from the divine abodes
of the very Gods themselves.
Oblivious of the passage of
time, while intently absorbed in every minutest detail of the wonders passing
about her, Sarthia was almost becoming drowsy, when suddenly, the Moon looked
in upon her, fast nearing the final archway, and yet she was undecided. She
turned and gazed upon her companion, mentally asking, "Can I become Nu-nah?"
Nu-nah was very beautiful and a
Princess. But Sarthia was also beautiful and the blood in her veins was royal,
though of a different branch from the present ruling House.
Nu-nah was cold and haughty,
accustomed to rule and be obeyed.
Sarthia was humble externally, a
Vestal of the Temple, but in her mind and soul as imperious as a Queen of the
realm of Heaven. Passionately devoted to the pursuit of Wisdom and the
possibilities of obtaining knowledge, even Magic was open to her, in the
Temple Service. Could she leave her Temple home, her opportunities for growth,
her idolized Priestess, to go into the environments of Nu-nah?
The thought seemed to her worse
than death itself. "Every one has to die," she mused, "and I may as well die
one time as another."
Then another thought came into
her mind—Hermo. He had begun to teach her the mysteries of his science of
Astrology. Hermo, for whom she had a pure sisterly regard and who was so proud
of her swift proficiency in his favorite study. And then she recalled the
vision of the previous night when Hermo had shown to her clairvoyant eye his
agitation at her impending doom.
"But if I become Nu-nah and Nu-nah
becomes Sarthia, Hermo will never know the difference and thus be spared the
pain of loving his young sister. And furthermore, Nu-nah has a lover to whom
she is betrothed and would have married, ere this, but for her lingering
malady, the superb young Prince Rathunor, whom I have never seen."
Ah! here was indeed a most dire
complication. Love was a most mysterious and unknown emotion to her. She might
hate Prince Rathunor and "then we would both wish I had died," and she half
laughed to herself at the domestic comedy thus presented to her mind.
At this period, either as a
reaction from the light thrown, or lighter thought upon her overwrought
nature, or possibly from some subtle, potent influence emanating from the
censer burning near her, Sarthia lapsed into sudden and most profound
A few moments later—it seemed to
Sarthia as if ages had intervened—she began a fierce struggle to awake. "Why,
how is this?" she thought. She seemed enveloped in a dead wall of some kind.
The brain, the heart, the infinite ramification of nerves in no way responded
to her will and her utmost effort. Almost worn out with the unequal battle it
began to dawn upon her that she was really endeavoring to animate the other
body. "Am I becoming Nu-nah?" Yes, in the excitement of the moment she raised
herself upon her couch and, resting upon her elbow, gazed upon the rigid form
of what a moment before had been herself.
But her movement had startled a
form beside the couch, some one who had approached, unobserved by Sarthia,
during the interval of unconsciousness.
A young man who seemed to her
the most God-like being she had ever beheld and perceiving her glance, with a
low exclamation of joy, sprang toward her, clasped her hand in his, and
turning her face upward, gazed with most passionate tenderness into her eyes.
"My Nu-nah, you will live," he
murmured. "Do you know
Thrilled to suffocation by the
love in his eyes, every atom of her soul vibrating to a new-born and
overwhelming emotion, she felt herself slowly but surely losing control of her
new body. With, however, one supreme effort she pressed the hand holding hers
and returning the look in his eyes she gave one deep, quivering sigh and was
When again she regained
consciousness she was within her own body. Rathunor had vanished and the first
slanting rays of the Moon were descending the last aperture.
It was midnight, and she found
herself in communication with the Hierophant, who, from a different portion of
the Sanctuary, was seriously regarding her and again reading her inmost
A few moments before she had all
but decided that she could not be Nu-nah, that death now, here in this Holy
Sanctuary were better far than hundreds of years as a Princess of the realm of
materiality. But, a new factor had now entered her being. A force, more subtle
than all Wisdom,—more potent than life or eternity itself,—had transfused her
soul—Love! Love, the first, the highest, the all-embracing force of the mighty
Universe, and with this new love had been ushered also into being, Jealousy.
"Rathunor loved Nu-nah! Am I not
a strange interloper? Was it not worse by my decision to rob Nu-nah of her
lover than to deprive her of continued physical life?"
For, it seemed to her now, that
life without love would be more than the agonies of the lowest hells. Then
again, to live with Rathunor as his wife, while he all the time thought her to
be Nu-nah, would be an incessant torture, keener and more intense than if she
were chained by, as a third person, to behold him loving the actual Nu-nah in
her own body.
"Holy Father and revered
Hierophant," she moaned, "help me, I can not decide."
"My child," came the mental
response to her call, "if
you could be assured that Rathunor would love you in Nu-nah's
body, would the decision be easy?"
"Aye, indeed, dear Father."
"Then rest assured it will be as
you desire. We give you our sacred word that Rathunor will love you."
Then, raising his arm, as in
benediction, he slowly repeated thrice, like an incantation, the words, "Rest
in Peace," and, ere the echoes of his voice had died away, the soul of Sarthia
had left forever its earthly abode and Temple.
WITHIN THE ADYTUM.
For several days, after floating
from her body into the Astral world, Sarthia remained in a state of profound,
dreamless slumber and then gradually passed into a condition of
semi-consciousness with occasional fitful gleams of memory until one day she
realized herself in close proximity to two persons engaged in earnest
conversation and became fully aware of the momentous events that had just
transpired and her present disembodied situation. And with a thrill
indescribable she recognized the voice of Rathunor addressing the Hierophant.
"And so, most revered Father,
all things are progressing
favorably and toward a satisfactory culmination?" he said.
"Even so, my son," was the
"And yet," continued the Prince, "save the one momentary gleam of
recognition, upon the first night of the ceremonies, the soul of the Princess
Nu-nah, to all outward appearance, has left entirely. The body is sustained,
apparently, by some magical process, the nature of which I do not understand."
"True, my son, but that need not
disquiet you. The resources of Nature are many and far from being exhausted.
But then, youth is naturally
you so deeply love the Princess?"
At this point Sarthia would have
withdrawn but she found that her desire to stay chained her to the spot, and
glancing at the Hierophant she realized that her presence was known to him and
that he wished her to remain.
The Prince mused thoughtfully
for a few moments before replying and then said with a half sigh, "You know, O
Father, that I myself did not particularly desire that marriage. From my
earliest childhood I have been fond of my cousin and playfellow. As she
matured I have admired, with family pride, her perfect beauty of form, her
haughty spirit and her ability to rule. And yet, as you, who can so easily
read the innermost secrets of the heart, must know I have not been able to
discern the happiness for myself in this union that my soul would crave, or
that you led me to expect in wedded love. If my ambition irresistibly impelled
me to fill the external destinies of mankind, to become a monarch of
unsurpassed power and magnificence, then
would Nu-nah be the
royal consort absolutely adapted for such pride and pomp. But, you know, O
Father, all these things are as empty bubbles and child toys to one aspiring
to become a Priest King, to him who hungers and thirsts, day and night for
wisdom, for knowledge of the more inner secrets of Nature, guarded so
jealously by the Priesthood but revealed by the very Gods themselves to those
worthy to know and fit to use and assist in carrying out the plans and orderly
workings of the very Universe itself.
"In form and feature
Nu-nah's image meets my highest ideal, but when I would speak of the thoughts
and ambitions upon which my soul dwells, then her cold look of incomprehension
appalls me with the vast difference in our natures. Her thoughts can never
penetrate the realm wherein my life-forces are all centered. Never have I
experienced from her the response my love would crave."
"Have you then never at any time
felt that Nu-nah's love for you could be trained and in time evolved to the
plane whereby she would respond to you?"
"Nu-nah does not seem capable of
the love of soul. She accepts me as a lover due her, and whose attention and
presence gratify her pride and vanity. Never once, or perhaps only once, have
I ever seen or imagined I saw a recognition of love, and that was the night of
the full Moon, during the recent ceremonies. As, with your permission, I for a
moment drew near the couch on which she reposed, she suddenly raised to a
half-sitting position and seemed strangely startled by my presence. With a
thrill of hope, that finally love was awakening, I sprang forward and spake
anxiously and fondly to her. For the first time in all my life her glance
vibrated to my heart's very core. My brain reeled with intoxication as she
pressed my hand, and the love from her eyes burns now into my soul as I recall
that one second of bliss. But, alas! she fell back into her former lifeless
state and lingers so until I am in doubt if after all it were not some
illusion connected with the wonderful Magic of that night."
"Nay," said the Hierophant, "I
can assure you that what you experienced was real and that if this
matter reaches a successful issue you will henceforward find in Nu-nah all
that your soul desires, that ever will her eager spirit lead yours in the
pursuit of knowledge and the highest wisdom."
Then the Hierophant turning,
mentally addressed Sarthia, the unseen witness of the interview, "Am I not
right in making this pledge for you to Rathunor? Think you we have also
fulfilled our promise that Rathunor shall love you?"
But her heart was too full to
reply. He then directed her attention to her location and surroundings and for
the first time she became aware with amazement, almost terror, that she was
within "the sacred adytum—the holy of holies,"
while the Hierophant and Rathunor were within an adjoining court and private
apartment of the High Priest.
"My child," said the Hierophant
in reply to her speechless inquiry as to the meaning of this wonder, "there
are no barriers to the disembodied soul. This place, so religiously guarded,
so inaccessible to the ordinary mortal, is open to any soul having passed a
certain grade of initiation into the divine mysteries of Nature and attained
unto that purity of heart whereby man may see his God.
"To-morrow night, on the
occasion of the new Moon, will be consecrated within this Holy Chamber, the
union of your soul with that of Rathunor's and here also will be consummated
that mystic transfer between your soul and that of Nu-nah's.
"And now, I leave you here while
I accompany Rathunor. As you gradually lapse into the sweet silence of this
Holy place, observe the meaning of some of the stupendous mysteries of Nature
revealed here openly to the one having eyes to see and possessing the gift of
Her first sensation on being
left alone was, that she was floating like the vapor of a breath upon the
swaying wreaths of burning incense, and as she reclines thus in blissful
repose there dawned upon her vision a view of the vast Temple in its absolute
entirety. It assumed the strange outline of a gigantic human body, all its
intricacies becoming orderly correspondencies of the human organism in its
multitudinous ramifications. Then all the vast ceremonial of this body passed
in review before her mind, each rite symbolic of some function, physical,
mental and spiritual, and she marveled at the adaptability of the parts to
each other and then to the grand whole.
But, above all, was she
impressed by the depth in depths of meaning of this Sacred Adytum in its
symbolic relation to the whole structure. However, ere she could tarry to
reflect, the nature of the vision changed as if her eye had been turned
suddenly from the lense of a Microscope to that of an immense Telescope.
Before her view stretched the starry Zodiac, in outline, the same as its
prototype, the human body—the Grand Temple. The Sun and its solar system
corresponding to various vital functions in the human organism, but the
crowning wonder of all came as she comprehended the relation which our planet,
mother Earth, bore to the Grand Man of the skies, and her soul was overwhelmed
as all the implications of this relation rushed in upon her being.
According to the calculations
made by the chief Astrologer Priest it was just at midnight that the
conjunction of the luminaries took place in the Zodiacal sign belonging to the
Moon. This union of the luminous orbs of the day and night is powerfully
magical in its results.
The vibrations, set in motion by
this mighty union of the positive and negative forces of Nature, react, not
only upon the waters and the Earth, but the human family. Not only does the
mighty ocean obey this wonderful influence in the ebb and flow of its tides,
but the Earth, as she rotates upon her axis, obeys this mighty power and
manifests in her depths and heights in her serpentine movement about the Sun.
Nature's laws are very exact and
man, to become the Arbiter of his own destiny, must blend his energies in
harmony with those of Nature.
Agreeable to appointment and the
arrangements to be made it was necessary for the Hierophant and the Holy men
of the Temple to assemble at an early hour, although the Transfer was not to
take place until midnight.
Much preparation was necessary
as a most momentous ceremony was to be performed this night; one that rarely
ever was performed, owing to the fact that few of the Temple Priests were
initiated into these sacred Magical Rites. They were too Sacred and Holy to be
imparted to many, too dangerous for possible failures, too infinite in
responsibilities accompanying such undertakings. Only those where the mind,
soul and spirit, blended as one in their organism, were ever entrusted with
the interior knowledge of the Sacred Adytum—The Holy of Holies.
Only the invocations were to be
made, the chants and ceremonies belonging to the Holy Sanctuary were to be
observed. The air was ladened with the sweet fragrance of incense and those
subtle perfumes that are so delightful and enticing to the soul. Hours before
the solemn Rites were to be performed, every part of the Holy Temple must be
permeated with their magical and mystical influence.
The bodies of both Sarthia and
Nu-nah lay in state before the Altar in the Holy Sanctuary, both robed and
perfumed as if for burial.
The Hierophant of the Temple,
the Priests and the Lay Priests, and the Priestesses with their Vestal
Virgins, were now assembled in their respective places.
The hour of midnight had
arrived. The chants now begun, set in vibration the spiritual forces that
appeal only to the soul and spirit.
The subtle, silent will of the
High Priest mentally commanded the presence of the departed spirit of Sarthia.
At his bidding, she came floating toward him, and when within a certain
distance from her inanimate body, she remained hovering over it. Most
willingly and joyfully she came, knowing the promise of the High Priest would
be realized when she became able to animate and control the body and mind of
what was still Nu-nah's.
Rathunor was present at the
urgent request of the Priest. He little dreamed why his presence was so much
desired, and how he, who was so ignorant of the Temple rules and service,
could be of any assistance.
A spark had been kindled within
his very soul, the night that Sarthia found herself in Nu-nah's temple and for
a moment consciously remembered and spoke, that had been burning deeper and
deeper until now, it was ready to burst forth as an ever-living flame at the
first breath of hope that this new emotion was of the soul—real and immortal.
Did he dare for a moment listen
to the whispering of the interior self? Fear alone made him drive back and
quell the monitions that sprang from within, for O, if they were only vain
hopes could he survive the disappointment? The thought was crushing, and
better, he thought, not to hope than believe an illusion.
The magnetic chord that yet held
Nu-nah to her frail, prostrated body had not yet been severed. The unconscious
soul hung or rather floated about its temple, apparently waiting for a
stronger force from the interior realm to call it away.
The Hierophant stepped to the
front of the Altar and, raising his hands, invoked the presence of the Gods
and their assistance in this Sacred ceremony of making that Transfer of the
spiritual life-line that binds the spirit to soul, and soul to body.
As the two souls hung suspended
by these magnetic life-chords above their own bodies, through the magical
influences of the Priests, the chants and music came closer and closer, as if
drawn together by some strong magnetic attraction.
Sarthia, now, as well as Nu-nah,
was unconscious of what was taking place. Nu-nah's was the natural unconscious
state of an undeveloped soul in passing from the physical temple to the realms
beyond, while Sarthia's was purposely induced by the magical will of the
The middle of the mystical hour
had just been reached when the two life-lines met and blended for one single
instant, then separated and, obeying the powerful wills of the Priests, became
polarized in each other's body.
The magical invisible agency
that had been animating the body of Sarthia was now withdrawn, and the soul of
Nu-nah's gradually but faintly began to supply the animating force to revive
and control the apparently lifeless form.
consciousness was not immediately allowed to return. The awakening must be
gradual to her, for knowing what was being done, the joy and ecstacy of a
prolonged life in the holy bonds of pure love with Rathunor would be
disastrous if suddenly conveyed to her consciousness.
The High Priest, turning to
Rathunor, said, "Our beloved pupil, return now to your usual duties, but fail
not to return to the Temple a little before twelve o'clock to-morrow night."
Now the bodies of Sarthia and Nu-nah
were removed to another part of the Temple. The Priestesses and Vestals,
with the choir and
musicians, were dismissed as the first part of the solemn and sacred Rites was
over, but the Priests remained, never stopping in their magical work, for yet
the vibrations of the new-born souls were not of sufficient strength and power
to remain unassisted, especially that of Nu-nah's.
The constant presence of some of
the Priests of the Temple had been near the bodies of Nu-nah and Sarthia
continuously for the last twenty-four hours, and by their magic assistance the
vibrations of the souls to their new tenements grew stronger and quite
The hour of midnight was again
near at hand. The reviving forms of the two young girls were again brought
into the Holy Sanctuary of the Temple and placed in front of the Altar and the
Hierophant who had already taken his position.
The Priestesses of the Temple
with their Vestals were quietly and solemnly wending their way to their usual
places. The choir had begun to chant the opening service when Rathunor with
one of the Priests approached with slow and measured strides as if a false
movement would disturb the solemnity of this midnight's mystic silence.
As they approached the spot
where the two bodies lay, there was a perceptible movement, as of
consciousness in the silent form of Nu-nah.
Just as the distant chimes
pealed forth their announcement of the midnight hour the Hierophant arose and
stepped forth to the front of the Altar and, at a silent signal, there broke
forth, as of one voice, the low-distant strains of the most enchanting music.
The voices and the tones from the musical instruments were so harmoniously and
wonderfully blended that the result was magically effective. The strains
increased in volume—they seemed to approach nearer and nearer—until the whole
edifice resounded and re-echoed as though filled with one vast orchestra
sounding forth the Anthem of Creative Life, "We Praise Thee, O God."
This enchanting music continued
for some time, then gently died away until only the breathings of music could
be heard, when the Hierophant raised his hands as if in supplication. The
solemn, awful stillness of the hour was awe-inspiring.
Once, twice, thrice, the voice
of the Hierophant resounded throughout the Sanctuary as he thus spoke to their
"Arise, O ye daughter of Isis,
come forth and again enter the daily lives of a Vestal and a Princess. Many
years now are granted to your service, and now that you have both been beyond
the dividing line of this and the other plane, your lives henceforth should be
guided and influenced by that experience."
At this he descended from the
Altar and took the helpless hand of Sarthia to magically convey to the silent,
lifeless body the electric forces of life.
Turning to Rathunor, who stood
near, beckoning him to his side, he took his hand and led him to that which
was Nu-nah's body, and gently raising the apparently lifeless hand of the
silent form placed it within that of Rathunor's. The effect was indeed
Rathunor was held spell-bound,
the thrilling sensations, the emotions that sprang forth from the heart were
electrifying. He could feel the tense vibrations passing from his hand to that
of her body, the source of which he could not fathom nor understand, and
little did he care at that moment when he perceived the slight tremor that was
creeping over the heretofore lifeless form of his Princess Nu-nah.
Here, Rathunor would have been
overcome by his emotions of joyful bliss and thrown himself prostrate at the
feet of the Priest in thankful gratitude for the restoration to life of his
lovely Nu-nah, had not the Hierophant just at this moment laid his hand upon
Rathunor's shoulder saying, "My child, have you become unconscious of the
place and the occasion, and the solemn promise you gave me to bravely follow
my instructions without a show of weakness. Let not an outward manifestation
of your feelings escape you again. Are you yourself again?"
With a mighty effort of his will
Rathunor commanded an outward calm at least, but he could not speak, he could
only bow his head in assurance and being told to retain the hand of Nu-nah,
the Priest continued audibly, "In the name of the Almighty and ever-living God
I now join these two souls as one. May their consciousness of this, their
soul-union, dawn upon their outward memory as time proceeds, and then journey
together in conscious union on the eternal path of progress to the Divine
Throne of God. Amen! Amen!"
Rathunor heard but did not
understand and being overcome by the silent over-powering influence
surrounding him, fell insensible to the floor beside the reviving form of Nu-nah.
As soon as he had been conveyed
to an outer court, the Hierophant again continued. Turning his attention to
Sarthia, mentally he called three times, "Nu-nah, Nu-nah, Nu-nah, henceforth
you shall be known as Sarthia the Vestal. May the guardian angels that have
been placed over your reviving body, keep and hold the soul with it until
health of body and strength of mind returns. God bless our new-found Vestal.
As the last echo of the Priest's
voice died away the music burst in a joyful song of praise, and continued
until the bodies of each of the young girls were removed. Sarthia's to that
formerly occupied by the Vestal, and Nu-nah's to that of the home of the
Rathunor soon revived in the
fresh air of the outer court and now being summoned by a messenger from the
Hierophant presented himself again before him.
"My son," said the High Priest,
"go to the home of the Princess and remain, either with, or near her until
three cycles of seven shall pass by. At the end of twenty-one days you may
return to your own home and enter the accustomed life of a Prince, until that
time shall come when the Prince of the world shall enter the path that leads
to a King of Wisdom," and with a
fervent press of the hand and a benediction for his soul's welfare he
bid him good-night and retired from the Holy Sanctuary.
A VISIT TO THE CHIEF
A few weeks after the preceding
ceremonies, a messenger announced to the Astrologer Priest that the Priestess
sought an interview.
Hermo was at his post making the
usual, daily calculations for the Priest. As the Priestess entered, Hermo
arose, and was about to withdraw, when the Priestess, by a wave of her hand,
gave him to understand his presence was required.
The Priestess began, "O, most
Venerated Father, I come again to ask assistance, with your astrological
knowledge, in behalf of Sarthia. The memory of the past seems to be entirely
blotted out. Is there any aspect showing that memory will return, and if not,
at what time do the planets indicate a commencement of the training of the
mind that will bring a successful issue in spiritual things? We will have to
commence with her as a child and train the body, mind and soul to Vestal
The Astrologer turned to Hermo
and said, "Hear you the request of our Priestess here? Make note, and see at
what time the planets point favorably to the initiation of our new Sarthia
into the Temple Service of Isis."
"How is our new Sarthia?"
inquired the Priest.
"Nothing, as yet," answered the
Priestess, "But that does not disturb my hope and faith that she will become
all that we wish and desire of her, and instead of having but one Vestal we
shall have two, for ere long Nu-nah will also be numbered among our Vestals,
and Rathunor as one of our Priests."
Thanking the Priest for his
promised service the Priestess withdrew.
The Astrologer returned to his
studies and was soon absorbed with them, when, suddenly he turned to Hermo and
said, "Hermo, I shall place Sarthia under your special tutelage as soon as she
is ready to commence her studies in Astrology."
The suddenness of the Priest's
remarks quite confused the young scribe and set him to seriously thinking.
Strange thoughts came into his mind, "why should Sarthia not continue
her studies with me, why would she become a special and not a fellow
He could not account for these
strange thoughts that had been excited within his mind, and the rest of the
hours of work did not show the usual amount accomplished.
At an early hour the next night,
before Hermo had arrived for his night's work, the Astrologer Priest sent for
the Priestess. She hastily responded to the summons feeling there was some
very important news to be received. As soon as she entered the Priest said,
"Most noble Priestess, I find by the calculations made, that not before
another month may our infant child, Sarthia, be initiated, as a pupil, into
the Temple of Isis. Two days before the full Moon the spiritual rays will be
most active and potent, and being of so harmonious a nature we may hope for
the most satisfactory results. The task will be slow and require much
patience, my Priestess, for the hereditary tendencies of the brain, that have
so far influenced that soul's life and experiences, will have to be polarized
in other channels and gradually awakened to consciousness. The life of the
body it has been animating in past years was not of such a nature as to mature
a healthy soul.
"The work now, with our new
Sarthia, is with the Soul, to make it equal to the brain that has been
cultivated and enlarged in spiritual ways; while with Nu-nah, the work will be
in arousing and developing that brain to the conscious response of the matured
soul. Do I make myself plain to you? In my young pupil, Hermo, we will have a
most valuable assistant in our work with Sarthia, for I have discovered that
the divine relation of brother and sister exists between them. They are blest
with being the emanations from the same divine state and children of the same
spiritual parents. I spoke to Hermo of Sarthia last night, at the same time
willing that my new discovery might be imparted to his soul, which I could
see had been partially accomplished.
"We will allow them often in
each other's society, and that holy love of brother of sister, and sister of
brother, which can only be kindled in the outer heart when this spiritual
"This will soon be recognized by
each of them, and this alone will be a most potent influence in nourishing and
teaching the soul of Sarthia. Nothing lies in Sarthia's path that portends
serious evil for many years to come. Therefore, my good Priestess, take new
hope and courage, and not many Moons will grow and wane before an inward pride
will be born for your new Vestal."
The Priestess retired after
thanking him most cordially, and could hardly conceal her emotions of joy and
rapture until she was safe in her own apartments, where she could give full
vent, in tears and cries of joy and gratitude.
As soon as all traces of the
effects, which this knowledge had produced, were erased, and she became
perfectly calm and composed, she sought Sarthia's chamber. The young girl was
reclining upon a couch that had been drawn near the window, apparently much
absorbed in studying the heavens. Scarcely did she notice the presence of the
Priestess until she knelt beside her and said, "What thoughts are being born
in my Sarthia's mind as she views the mighty heavens above with its millions
of silent monitors, awaiting our pleasure to read and understand? Are they
speaking to my darling child? Do you hear their silent voices and feel their
subtle and powerful influences upon you?"
The young girl did not reply
immediately. The body was still very weak and feeble, the mind was as one just
awakening from a prolonged slumber.
"My beloved Priestess, did you
speak to me of the stars, those loving lights in the heavens? They do seem to
speak, but I can not understand and know what they say. Do you, dear Mother,
and can you tell me?"
This first ray of awakening
memory was more radiant to the Priestess than a thousand stars could have
produced if all their rays could have blended into one. But calmness was her
external bearing. Seldom any manifestation of an unusual emotion, was
permitted to find an outward expression either in manner or speech. She had
attained that perfect command of herself that neither joy nor sorrow, good nor
evil, praise nor blame, could unbalance the perfect poise and tranquillity of
her developed Soul.
"My Sarthia," replied the
Priestess, "I can not know what they are saying to you, but they do
speak to me. They tell me that life is immortal, that the growth and the
progress of the soul are eternal, that we may know and read their language
while in these bodies if we try; then as we draw nearer and nearer to them, as
our souls grow and become familiar with their teachings, we can know them as
well, if not better, than our Astrologer Priests do, also as well as your
brother Hermo is learning to do."
"My—brother—Hermo," and there
was a perceptible light of intelligence in the eyes for a moment.
The Priestess was not speaking
to the mind, but to the soul, at the same time willing to find a response
there. The mere words availed nothing to her, only in so much as they
expressed the longings and desires of the interior self.
As Sarthia said no
more, the Priestess arose and, moving quietly about the room, gave a few
directions and cautions to those in attendance, then presently withdrew.
That night was passed by the
Priestess in her own private chamber, not in sleep and rest, but actively and
earnestly engaged in silent prayer for her new-born children, Nu-nah, Sarthia
The morning following the
Priestess' visit to Sarthia's apartments, she sent a messenger to inquire for
the welfare of Princess Nu-nah.
She was reported to have slept
well, seemed much stronger, but a peculiar change had taken place during her
almost fatal illness. She spoke strangely, almost weirdly at times, which
excited much comment and anxiety amongst her immediate friends and relatives.
The Princess had been a general
favorite and much admired by those occupying the same station in life with
herself; but by those who were subject to her commands and rule, she was
looked upon as cold, stern, and heartless, kind in her way when obeyed, but
the slightest disobedience brought scornful reproaches and often punishment.
The Priestess, knowing the
source of the peculiar change spoken of, felt that all was well. No other
attention than the presence of Rathunor was needed. The developed soul of the
Vestal Sarthia would soon come into control of the brain she was now trying to
find expression through.
Then, too, the organs of the
brain that Sarthia's soul would naturally vibrate, had never become active,
nor developed; they, as it were, were dormant, fast asleep, awaiting the
pulsating vibrations of the spiritual influx to give them life and usefulness.
While those that had been so fully developed in the brain, by the life of the
Princess, found no corresponding vibrations from the soul.
Truly, a strange commingling of
the two opposing forces, and one in which time was required to bring about
The High Priest had commanded
all visitors to be excluded, except Rathunor, who was to have access at all
times, and as the Hierophant's word was that of God to them, so, purely from a
religious standpoint, they were strictly obeyed. While the Priestess and
others of the Temple knew the secret of the Priest's strict injunctions, they
likewise knew that none of Sarthia's associates dared approach, lest their
presence would too suddenly awake to consciousness the slumbering soul, before
the brain had yet fully responded and vibrated to the new animating spark of
Rathunor, most of all, observed
the change in the Princess; at the slightest touch there was a response
within—his very presence struck the chords of sympathy that existed between
them. This was, to him, a very unaccountable change. In all his life
association with Nu-nah these emotions, that now seemed to spring from the
soul, had never before been experienced. He was very much inclined to
attribute it to an abnormal sympathy aroused by her sickness and terrible
suffering. Still, the words of the High Priest haunted him and the feelings
born from within, on the night of the solemn Rites at the Temple, could not be
vanished by any amount of reasoning; still he would not allow such thoughts to
be nourished by the slightest hope—much less be watered by the spirit of faith
and allowed to grow. Although Rathunor was brave in external pain, and
daringly courageous in acts of chivalry, he was an infant when subject to
disappointment. Here was the battle of self going on.
"Have I the strength and manly
courage to bear the disappointment born from a delusive hope? Not yet." So he
suffered and heeded not the whisperings from within, until he could not endure
it any longer, when he sought the presence of the Hierophant for advice and
enlightenment. Scarcely able to hold in check his impatience he burst forth
without the recognition due the superior presence of a High Priest.
"O, most Holy and Revered
Father, tell me, am I wrong in not listening to the monitions that are racking
my inmost being? May I hope the love that is growing within my soul will be
surely recognized and reciprocated by Nu-nah on her return to physical health?
Is this love a vain delusion on my part, an imagination born from sympathies
that will vanish as soon as health is restored and we enter the whirl of the
social world again? If it is in thy power, O Father, tell me the truth. Repeat
thy assuring words once more, and I will be guided by them in the future, and
never again allow the shadow of doubt to cross the threshold of my mind."
"My child," said the High
Priest, "once more I assure you of the loving response of Nu-nah's soul and
mind, as soon as she is herself again. But, mark you well, at the return of
consciousness, be not rash in any of your words or acts; remember, her return
to life is as a new-born babe—weak, tender and easily impressed by stronger
minds and wills than its own. You are the stronger at present, and all
patience and indulgence are exacted from you. Let her imaginations and fancies
play as they will for awhile; yours must be calm, loving, sympathetic and
unwavering in hope and faith that all will eventually be well; and again, I
assure you that not many years shall pass before you will enter the path and
the life your soul is now longing for. Princess Nu-nah will more than
compensate you for all the kind attentions you now bestow upon her in the
guiding, teaching and leading your soul in the paths to spiritual knowledge
and the spiritual life, while still inhabiting the physical form.
"The hungerings of your soul
shall be more than satisfied by her ministering spirit. The interior
consciousness will gradually dawn upon you both, but to Nu-nah first." Then,
taking Rathunor by the hand, he continued, "Doubt no more, my child, have
faith in the Infinite Wisdom that guides and directs the struggling soul
through the intricate ways of evolution up to the final consciousness of
Immortal Life. God be with and bless you."
Rathunor had no words to express
his gratitude. But they would have been useless to the Hierophant, for the
new-born light that shone forth, though dimly, was more to the Priest than a
world of words.
He merely looked, bowed, and
with a fervent pressure of the hand, was gone from the presence of the Holy
Priest. As he retraced his steps toward the home of Princess Nu-nah, a holy
calm pervaded his whole being; his doubts fled as an enemy; his excitement was
transformed into tranquil earnestness; a sublime sense of the realities of
life filled his brain, and a willingness to await the progress and
development, that time would bring forth and mature, possessed him, until he
was so changed that he scarcely recognized himself.
Was this change volitional?
Days of weary watching, and
toilsome care that the new-born Vestal would not be misled in her awakening
thoughts, were necessary. The body needed but little care other than the
proper nourishment and attention of any one in usual health. Sarthia's
physical organism had not become depleted by disease and suffering, and the
disorganization that had commenced was checked by the magical agent that had
been placed over it, even before Sarthia had entirely left it.
The lethargy was more mental
than physical. It was that semi-consciousness that precedes sleep, or that one
sometimes experiences when awakened suddenly out of a deep, profound slumber.
The Priestess visited her many
times throughout the day when she could spare the time from her duties in the
Temple. In the course of a few days Sarthia was able to be assisted in short
walks about the halls and corridors, but took little heed of things about her.
Day by day, the body grew stronger and a new light began to dawn in the eyes
and shone upon the countenance of the fair young girl.
In the meantime, Hermo had been
apprised by the Astrologer Priest of the true relation existing between
himself and Sarthia. His joy knew no bounds, for neither his heart nor soul
had ever thrilled with the love of mother, sister, or kindred. It had been his
misfortune to be deprived of his parents before his young mind and heart could
be moved by the tender emotions of love, but now it needed no more than the
Priest's revelations to kindle into flaming fires that something, he knew not
what, that had been smoldering in his bosom all his life.
Now, the Astrologer's words were
clear and the cause of the strange thoughts that were excited in his mind was
revealed. Over and over he asked himself, "Can I wait to see my beloved
His impatience became equal with
his joy, and days that had before passed as moments now seemed as ages. One
morning, much to the Priestess' surprise, a messenger announced that Hermo
desired an interview with her in the waiting-room below. The Priestess
descended to where Hermo was waiting and, with a questioning look in her face,
clasped his hand in a firm but anxious manner, inquired, "Is all well with our
young Astrologer, Hermo, this morning. Does he bring tidings from our revered
Father? Has any new testimony been given by the stars that portends evil to
Hermo stood in mute
astonishment. "How could the Priestess receive such forebodings from his
presence when his whole being was throbbing with pulsations of unbounded
happiness," he thought.
"Nay, my dear Priestess, quite
the reverse. Has not our worthy Father acquainted you with my new-found joy,
my Love—my Sister? Know you not the divine relation that exists between
Sarthia and myself? The hours have seemed days since this knowledge was
revealed to me and I now beg to see my new sister and walk with her and
yourself upon the lawn in the private grounds of the Temple. Can my request be
granted, O Priestess?"
She still retained his hand and,
again pressing it warmly between her own, said, "Our brave and noble Hermo
deserves this blessing as a reward for his honest toil alone in his struggle
for Truth and Knowledge. Yes, my dear Hermo, I was made aware of the relation
between you and our new Sarthia and have been anxious for this moment to
arrive when you would be sent to escort Sarthia in her daily walks about the
grounds, but I caution you to be guarded in your words. Remember she is yet
but an infant and must be taught as a child. Remain here and I will go and
bring Sarthia thither and we will walk together."
It was not long before the
Priestess, Sarthia and her attendant appeared. The Priestess was leading
Sarthia and as they approached Hermo placed her hand in that of his saying, "Sarthia,
I place you in the care and protection of your brother Hermo."
"Hermo! Hermo!! My brother Hermo?"
To the penetrating eyes of the
Priestess and Hermo the light of consciousness was
momentarily seen and
to the clairvoyant vision of the Priestess a startling scene was beheld. The
vibrations of soul to soul, the love that had been kindled in Hermo's heart
and soul went out with such intensity that it aroused into a vivid activity
the slumbering soul of Sarthia, and the brain, being already so finely tuned
to the higher vibrations of the Spirit, responded at once.
The fresh air, the green grass,
the beautiful flowers and shrubbery, with the inspiring presence of Hermo,
were like magic to quicken the pulsations of body and mind and bring to her
cheek and eyes the flush of health and life. Not much of the conversation was
directed to Sarthia, but when reference to the stars was made, she instantly
inquired, "Brother Hermo, do the stars speak to you, and do you know what they
say? Our lovely Priestess here can read them, and how much I would love to
speak with them, too."
"I will teach you how some day,
my sister, as soon as you are able to commence your studies."
"Will that be soon?"
"Yes, in a short time; so soon
as you become an attendant in The Temple of Isis."
Sarthia was silent, and the
Priestess reminded them it was time to return,—Sarthia to her room and Hermo
to his studies, while the Priestess' presence was required in the Temple.
These walks continued daily with
most satisfactory results to the Priestess and the Hierophant. All fears of
the perfect harmonizing of the new soul to the body of Sarthia were allayed.
The animating spark of life was growing stronger and the vibrations from soul
to body were complete; not with consciousness, but that involuntary vibratory
exchange that exists with the majority of the people that make up the earth's
human family. As only the higher portion of the brain of Sarthia had been
active the soul must necessarily manifest itself through those organs. Often,
were the much beloved Priestess, Hermo and Sarthia's attendants, surprised at
her expressions and profound questions on spiritual subjects.
It was nearing the time when
Sarthia was to take her initiatory step as a Vestal in the Temple of Isis. In
fact, only one more day intervened before the ceremony was to take place. As
the incidents relative to the transfer were known to all the Temple
attendants, it was looked forward to with much silent rejoicing and gratitude
that they had not been robbed of their lovely Vestal who always was held in
sacred esteem by them all.
All had been notified to prepare
for the Initiatory service—the music, chants, and ceremonies sacred to this
occasion, must be in readiness. The night had arrived; the fair Goddess of the
night shone forth in all her radiant splendor, seemingly conscious, that she
was shedding forth the magnetic influence necessary for the sacred Rites now
about to be performed. It had almost reached the Zenith when the solemn march
of the Priestesses, Vestals and attendants that were to conduct Sarthia to the
Holy Sanctuary of the Temple started. The Priestess walked beside Sarthia.
Sarthia was clothed in pure spotless linen, her head was bare with the
exception of a wreath of laurel leaves that rested lightly upon her flowing
hair. In her hands she carried a white-bound volume which contained the songs,
chants, litany and regime for the Vestals of the Temple.
Just as they reached the door,
the High Priest arose, and simultaneously the music burst forth in joyful
strains that spoke welcome, courage and love to the heart of Sarthia. When
they reached the foot of the altar, where stood the Hierophant, Sarthia knelt
upon a velvet cushion at his feet. The music ceased while the High Priest
stood with uplifted hands in silent prayer. At a signal, the choir began
chanting the Litany. Sarthia was bidden to rise, when the Priest, in measured
and solemn tones, addressed her:
"Do you come to pledge yourself
to Temple Service? Is it your desire to become a Vestal of Isis? Do you take
the pledge of celibacy to the virgin Rites of the Temple; your time, energy
and purpose to be devoted to the duties that devolve upon a Vestal?"
The low, clear voice of Sarthia
was heard throughout the Sanctuary as she bowed and answered in assent.
"So be it, my holy virgin. I now
commit your soul to the Guardian Angels of this Sacred Sanctuary to guide,
guard and protect your budding soul to perfect at-one-ment with its divine
center, that you may inherit immortal life while yet with us. Amen!"
Sarthia opened the book within
her hands and, kissing its pages which she had already subscribed to, handed
it to the High Priest. He took it, and held it in his left, while he placed
his right hand upon her head, and said:
"I bid thee welcome, my Vestal
Sarthia, and commend thy soul to the Gods above, that ever keep watch o'er the
children of earth. God bless thee. Amen! Amen!"
Then, as if they were voicing
the words of the Hierophant, the chants grew louder, the music poured forth in
grander tones as though to join the invisible hosts above in praise to God
The ceremony was over and
Sarthia was conducted back to her chamber, a Vestal of The Temple of Isis. The
occult powers that had been evoked in behalf of Sarthia soon became manifest
in her daily life. The zeal and zest with which she pursued her studies and
the understanding of their interior meanings were sufficient evidence of her
teacher's inspiring influence. She was soon placed under her brother Hermo's
instruction in astronomical and astrological lore, and here also displayed a
proficiency in learning that surprised Hermo and delighted the Astrologer
Priests. At Temple Service she was all devotion and, as an Attendant, ever
true and faithful. The brother and sister became devotedly attached to each
other and the Priestess often observed this attachment, which sent a pang
through her heart, lest such joy and happiness might not be granted Hermo for
the remainder of his life. Then instantly would she offer a silent prayer that
such supreme happiness would be theirs throughout eternity.
THE PRINCESS' WEDDING.
The Princess' recovery was very
slow, owing to the great depletion of the physical body during her recent
illness. Much care and attention were bestowed upon her by her royal friends.
All the luxury which wealth alone could procure, and the kindly influences of
loving associates were brought to bear to speedily hasten the restoration of
their Princess to her former health and spirits. Health was slowly but surely
gaining the ascendency, but the spirits of heart and mind were not of that
buoyant, external nature that she formerly displayed.
With her return to health,
demands of a social nature were made upon her. She enjoyed pleasures but a
seriousness attended her every movement that much annoyed her friends. The
attendants and servants were excited to wonder at her kind and thoughtful
interests of them—while many thought it was due to her weak physical
condition, others remarked, how much the Princess' sickness had improved her.
Those that before feared her, now began to love and seek to please and serve
Rathunor was a daily visitor,
and remembering the advice and instructions of the Hierophant he was calm,
silent, and patient in his attentions to her and apparently took no heed of
her fancies and strange conversation. She would constantly plan amusements and
social entertainments on a grand scale, but with such a seriousness of purpose
that it quite annoyed Rathunor at times and caused him to wonder if this was
really his former Nu-nah.
While the annoyance came purely
from the external, there was an interior attraction that was, irresistibly,
holding him spell-bound to her side. His happiness now was greatest when they
sat, rode or walked in silence. Little did he dream, while in that silence
which so enraptured him, the soul of Nu-nah was blending and drawing the
electric life-essence from his own to hers. That interchange was going on
wherein there is no robbery, but an inter-blending of the magnetic and
electric life-forces that cause to spring into activity the harmonious
vibrations of a complete whole, and the reaction upon both brain and the
physical organism was health, contentment and happiness that rises above all
external cares, sorrows and discords.
Although the soul of the, now
known, Princess was highly developed it could find but few responsive echoes
from the dormant spiritual organs of the brain. These she must arouse to
sensitiveness and action. It was this that gave rise to the peculiar ideas,
expressed in her conversation, that so mystified her friends. Visitors soon
began to pour in upon her congratulations, presents and invitations to once
again enter the gilded salons of fashion and the round of amusements that are
the daily life of a favorite Princess. To all she gave a modest, quiet reply,
neither accepting nor rejecting their attentions, which left them in wondering
doubt at times of her sanity.
In the midst of some grand
occasion she would be suddenly missed and on being sought out would be found
concealed in some pleasant nook, or even out in the open air, or beside an
open window, absorbed in meditation or gazing into the heavens. When her
attention was attracted she would start and, with a strange, far-away look in
her eyes that would indicate to a superficial observer she had been asleep,
would allow herself to be led back and enter the festivities of the hour.
With all their efforts they
could not enthuse her with the excitement and merriment surrounding her. But,
if any one should become serious and express thoughts that appealed to the
interior, she was all attention and the questions that were so ready when such
an opportunity afforded showed plainly that, although present in body, the
soul and interests were in other realms and spheres than this.
No one but Rathunor could hold
her attention for any length of time. With him she was animated, and
charmingly beautiful and joyous and would, with some enthusiasm, enter into
the pleasantries of the hour which brought to her face the charming attraction
of natural beauty. Behind those orbs of vision there seemed to shine forth a
light that was more radiant than the gorgeously brilliant illuminations of the
salons. Her beautiful face, her perfect form and bearing, made her the center
of attraction and she was much sought after. But, as soon as she was induced
to leave Rathunor's side, that which made her presence so irresistibly
attractive and radiant before, faded out.
Thus time passed on, and as
health returned, Prince Rathunor pressed his suit. There was now, no apparent
reason why he could not claim his promised bride and make the Princess Nu-nah
his own. His more earnest friends cautioned him to wait further developments
and, in an undertone, reminded him of the peculiar and unnatural bearing of
the Princess at times. They were sure, in time, their once lovely Princess
would be herself again. Rathunor listened, knowing their kindly interest
sprang from good motives, but he was silent—he could not speak for none would
understand. The yearnings of his heart and soul would not be quelled by any
While to the world Nu-nah was a
source of mystical wonder, to Rathunor she was his stay and comfort. He needed
no further evidence and assurance of Nu-nah's love for him. Too often had he
experienced the response from within to her silent pleadings for light, truth
and wisdom. The attraction of the outer world was losing its fascination for
him, the longings from within grew stronger and more clamorous for outward
expression until, one day, he advanced the subject of astrology to the
Princess Nu-nah. For an instant, her whole being was illuminated by that
mysterious light—for a single moment the soul arose to the supremacy of the
brain and found a faint glimmering expression that was visible to Rathunor's
"Astrology, my Rathunor,
fascinates me with its name and the wonders and mysteries it is said to
reveal. Do you think those Astrologer Priests of the Temple know whereof they
speak, and do they read the stars and gain from them the wisdom they are said
Here was the first opportunity
to present these sacred subjects to Nu-nah's mind. He tried to think and,
feeling that the present excitement of the brain's higher organs, was of a
temporary nature, he was really at a loss what to say that would be most
effective and impress itself indelibly upon her awakening brain.
"Yes, my dear Nu-nah, I believe
they do possess the knowledge they claim and, I also am convinced that much of
that wisdom and knowledge is gained through their understanding the laws of
astrology. Those celestial bodies in our heavens were not placed there by our
Divine Creator without a purpose. I believe they have an influence upon us
that can be learned, defined and utilized by those who study and know this
influence through astronomy and astrology. Nu-nah what is that which produces
the interior longings to know? Is it not that there is something to
know—something that our common brains can not grasp and analyze? Do you not
think that silent, yet persistent, monitor which lies concealed somewhere
within our being is excited to action from some source other than our outward
selves, and that longing to go out must be accounted for by a something
without that calls and attracts us to it? May this not be the stars that we
see twinkling and motioning to us as we gaze into the midnight heavens?"
He stopped, wondering what the
effect of his words would be, when, to his amazement, there appeared a more
vivid consciousness in her eyes and features than he had ever seen since her
return to physical health and, taking new hope from this manifestation, he
continued, "Do you love the social world longer? Is there not that longing,
too, within your bosom for something more real, more ennobling than the
pastimes of worldly pleasures?"
At the mention of the worldly
things, the light from her eyes died out and was gone. Rathunor said no more
but silently thanked God that he had for those few moments assisted the soul
of Nu-nah to vibrate, too; and had set in motion the vitalizing currents to
the spiritual portion of the brain and earnestly prayed that this might be the
beginning of many opportunities that were to follow.
Realizing that only he could
arouse the dormant organs of her spiritual brain, he became more anxious than
ever to have her constantly in his company. He again pressed his suit and the
day for the wedding-nuptials was to be at once submitted to the Astrologer.
Rathunor again sought the
Astrologer Priest for advice. He wished to know when the stars would point
most favorably toward such a momentous event. This, the Astrologer was not
long in finding out and soon conveyed the news to Rathunor that at an early
date such might be consummated. As the Prince arose to go the Priest took his
hand and said, "My child, in taking the Princess Nu-nah as your wife, you obey
the holy intuitions of the soul and not only will you be united in soul but in
body and mind. I wish you the eternal bliss that attends all who are truly
mated. Farewell, my child; my blessings go with you."
Rathunor was too much absorbed
in other things to understand the mysterious words of the Priest, but
notwithstanding this the seed had been again sown that would sometime spring
up unannounced and unexpected.
The announcement of the wedding
was soon made and invitations sent out, far and near. Congratulations poured
in from every source, although some would have refused, had they been true to
their own sentiments, for the remarkable and unaccountable change which had
taken place during her terrible malady was too evident to be altogether right
and should be righted before the Prince should make the Princess his wife.
Rathunor was satisfied, never
forgetting the Hierophant's sacred words, and none other need be consulted. In
their silent hearts they wished the wedding might be private and the holy
ceremony of the Temple be performed by the High Priest. This, of course, could
not be owing to the station and position they occupied in life, for the lives
of a Princess and Prince are not wholly their own, so to the public they must
bow and pay obeisance.
Preparations for the wedding
commenced at once, for it was to be a grand affair. Nothing was to be spared
that would add beauty and grandeur to the occasion. Extravagant expenditures
were indulged in, until money seemed at a loss to supply more. The trousseau
was exquisitely magnificent and, on the wedding night, the beaming radiance of
the countenance of the Princess was neither dimmed by the rich silks, nor the
rare, priceless laces and lovely jewels that glittered and sparkled with the
living spark of life within them, that adorned her form.
Never a bride so fair; never a
couple so happy. It was that quiet, subtle happiness, which permeates the very
atmosphere about them and leaves its traces in every susceptible heart that
After the wedding the Prince and
Princess were, from necessity, drawn within the whirl of social pleasures with
attentions in the way of entertainments, court suppers, balls, drawing-room
receptions, etc. The interior longings were compelled to creep into the
background until the external was gratified to exhaustion. The Princess'
seriousness departed for a time and they were very happy in the round of
pleasures that were planned for them. But as time sped on they began to grow
weary of the show, pomp and shallowness of external life. The seeds that had
been sown in Rathunor's heart and brain, and that which he had aroused in
Nu-nah's slumbering, spiritual organs of her brain, had taken root and now
began to spring forth into activity, first as weariness of the superficial
pleasures of society, then a desire to gradually withdraw from this life into
a more quiet and secluded one, where they might listen to the inner voices and
gain pleasure, as well as knowledge, from this source.
The Prince anxiously awaited
another opportunity for speaking to Princess Nu-nah on spiritual subjects. The
Hierophant had given him to understand that at no distant day Nu-nah would
become interested in spiritual things and be his teacher. He had not been made
aware of the transfer—that was to be revealed to him by Nu-nah herself. He had
begun to wonder how and where Nu-nah's spiritual awakening would take place
when an opportunity presented itself in a most unexpected manner.
One lovely evening they were
taking a stroll about the grounds of their castle, when the full Moon arose in
a flood of light, it rose higher, fuller, until the whole world seemed bathed
in her magical beauty and in order to longer enjoy her light and magnetic
influence the Prince suggested a longer walk. Unconsciously they chose the
path that led them towards the Temple, which was only a short distance from
their home. As they neared the Temple distant strains of music attracted their
attention. They listened, and it seemed to speak in the plaintive tones of a
hungering soul; they hastened their steps until they had quite reached the
private grounds of the Temple of Isis, Nu-nah was in advance of Rathunor,
being irresistibly drawn by some invisible power, when she suddenly stopped
and clasping his arm, as within a vice, cried out, "My Rathunor, do you hear
that music; what is it? I have heard it before, but where, O, where? How came
I to know the chants and music of the Temple Service?"
They were held spell-bound to
the spot, when the Prince was warned, by the trembling and the gradual
loosening of Nu-nah's hand upon his arm, to quit the spot at once. The Prince
placed his arm about her waist to support her as he urged their return home,
but she stood immovable apparently chained by the magical power of some
Stronger grew the mystical power
of the spell until the Princess seemed compelled to rush madly on and into the
Temple, if the Prince had not held her back in a firm grasp, and at the same
time trying to attract her attention by his words. "Come, my darling, let us
retrace our steps and as we walk I will tell you all I know about what you
"O, my Rathunor, speak to me
quickly before I have time to forget. I can not remember this long, yet it as
a recurrence of a vivid dream. Tell me while I am awake, where I have been. I
saw, and felt, and know I was there—there in the Sacred Sanctuary of that
Temple. O, that I might go again and remain there forever to listen to that
enchanting music and the solemn heavenly voices of that choir."
A quiver ran through her whole
frame and with a mournful cry she fell fainting in the arms of Rathunor. Here
his innate born courage and bravery sustained him, and instantly there flashed
into his mind the words he had once heard the High Priest use while passing
his hands over an insensible form. So, gently laying her inanimate body upon
the grass, he repeated in slow, but firm and commanding tones these words:
"Return, O soul, to thy physical
body. Return, I command thee, and reanimate this lifeless tenement of your
soul. Come, come, I command thee, come."
Scarcely had the last words been
uttered when a movement of the hands and limbs announced to Rathunor the
return of life. She was soon able to rise and, being supported by the Prince,
they slowly wended their way back to the castle. She walked as in a dream, but
as her step was stately and firm, the Prince did not become alarmed until he
had her safe in her room, when the extent of the occurrence dawned upon him
and then he hurriedly called her maid and sent at once to dispatch a servant
for their physician. Nu-nah had become quite herself before the Doctor came
and after he had administered a little palliative, withdrew saying, "The
Princess will soon be well. It was only the result of fatigue induced by the
constant excitement of social pleasures."
The Prince was silent and,
seeing the Princess was so comfortable, he retired to his own apartments with
strict injunctions, he should be notified at once if any symptoms of the
prostration should appear. When once within his private chamber he threw
himself down in a chair and fell into a profound study. Over and over he
reviewed the incidents of the evening. "What was there in that music that so
enchanted Nu-nah? What did she see and hear that revived a faint memory of
something in the past? What magical force was it that drew her so irresistibly
toward the Temple? What produced that quiver which preceded her falling
insensible into his arms?"
He was half inclined to blame
the Priests for it all, for he knew something of the power of magic and its
psychologic effect. The more he reasoned the farther he wandered from a
solution. Now he mused, "If that had been the beautiful Vestal, Sarthia, I
could understand why she would be so powerfully attracted to the Temple, but
Nu-nah, who had never entered the Holy Sanctuary except for those sacred Rites
that are administered to all who are supposed to be bordering on the land of
the spiritual world; only those two nights, to his knowledge, had she ever
been in the Sacred Sanctuary; there was something in those ceremonies that he
had not as yet understood; there must have been some mystical, magical power
employed to restore the frail, feeble, unconscious Nu-nah to life and health
and, to him."
He thought and reasoned until
his brain was on fire, and still no solution of the mystery was presented to
"Well," he at last exclaimed, so
loud that he startled himself, "I will have to accept it as a mystery and
patiently wait time's own pleasure for the explanation."
He began to prepare for
retiring, but he could not calm himself—a restlessness took possession of him
that he could not quell; he walked the floor, tried to read, and resorted to
many ways to restore his tranquillity, but all in vain.
"I must see my Nu-nah once more
before I can sleep," and, hurriedly readjusting the clothing he had removed,
he repaired to the Princess' private room. A gentle knock brought the
attendant to the door.
"Is the Princess quiet and
sleeping," he inquired in a whisper.
"No," answered the servant. "She
is awake and feeling well, and just now remarked, that if she thought you were
not sleeping she would have you called for she had something she wished to
His presence was at once made
known to the Princess, and, with a low cry of delight, she called him to her
side. A signal sent the attendant from the room, when the Princess began, "My
Rathunor, my beloved husband, I am so glad you came. I have something to tell
you that I might forget before morning. To-night, when we came within the
sound of the music in the Temple, I felt as if I left my body and you, and by
some unknown power was drawn into the Sacred Sanctuary. I saw the High Priest,
the lovely Mother Priestess, the Vestals, the choir and musicians, all
earnestly engaged in some holy ceremony. The music, the heavenly spiritual
influence of the atmosphere, the exquisite fragrance of incense and perfumes,
with the purity reflected by the Vestal attendants, so enraptured and
enthralled me that the thought that I would ever have to leave its sacred
boundaries caused me to lose consciousness and, when I awoke, you were bending
Seeing a strange look in
Rathunor's eyes and interpreting it to mean jealousy, she continued, "but that
was not all, my Rathunor; you were there, too, for awhile. I tried to keep
you, but could not—something drew you away from me and I, for an
instant, suffered the same pangs that are torturing your heart now. I thought
you would rather go than stay, and a feeling of jealousy entered my heart, but
the strange fascination of the place was more to me at that instant than you,
my Rathunor, so I longed to stay but could not. I have been trying to think
what it all means. You must help me for already I feel the memory of the event
She ceased speaking, and in a
few moments was fast asleep. The Prince kissed the hand he held, then gently
laid it by her side and quietly left the room fully conscious that the mystery
had been partially revealed, and that now the Princess would sleep for the
rest of the night. After returning to his rooms he again flung himself into an
easy chair determined to seriously think and arrive, that night, at some
immediate steps to take his Nu-nah from the excitement she had been subjected
to for so long, so that a recurrence of the sad event might not be repeated.
Before another Sun arose the Prince had decided upon his future course. "I
will take Nu-nah away, ostensibly on a long tour of the country for pleasure.
Aye, for pleasure, but not the kind we have submitted to since our marriage."
The next morning, as soon as the
Princess could see him, he requested her presence at once. He met her at the
door and with a loving inquiry as to her health, led her to an easy chair
beside the open window where the rays of the morning Sun could fall upon her
as they penetrated the delicate lace which hung at the window. Drawing a chair
to her side he began to unfold his plans, at the same time watching every
motion and expression of the face to see what effect they would have upon her.
She did not betray her thoughts until he said his object was not so much for
travel as to retire to some quiet, pleasant nook, where they could be excluded
from the world, and those they knew, for awhile, and instead of spending their
time in the superficial pleasures of the world they could enjoy each other's
society and learn something about the invisible mysteries that surrounded
When the motives of his plans
were mentioned a perceptible
change flashed across her countenance and a light appeared in her eyes that he
had not seen for some time and, by the time he had finished, her whole face
was beaming with an inward delight, that urged the Prince to further reveal
the plans that he had laid during his midnight reasonings. The Princess raised
not a single exception to his schemes but, on the contrary, entered into them
with a zest that surprised even the Prince.
"O, to be alone, Rathunor, where
we could think and study that which we choose has been the longing of my very
soul these many weeks; can not we go at once, to-day if possible." She felt
she could not wait the necessary time for the preparations to be made.
There was a duty toward their
friends that must be fulfilled. The devoted attentions that had been showered
upon them for so long must not be ignored. So, it was decided to give a
farewell reception, before taking their departure for an indefinite stay in
Accordingly invitations were
issued to a grand state occasion, when the Prince and Princess would bid their
friends and associates Farewell. Ah! farewell. Little did those who were of
that brilliant assembly dream, as they clasped the hands of the Princess and
Prince in cordial and sincere good-by, that it was indeed a Farewell to all.
Neither did they conceive for a moment what those Farewells meant to the
Princess and Prince. It was hard for them to conceal their happiness as every
minute of time brought their departure nearer, and what their guests took for
the happiness of their presence, was really induced by the thoughts of the
They were soon off and we can
only follow them in thought for a time. Let those thoughts be kind, for,
knowing thoughts are potent, send them out lovingly toward the awakening mind
of Princess Nu-nah.
THE RETURN TO A NEW LIFE.
Several years have elapsed since
we bade our Prince and Princess farewell. Only at long intervals had they
communicated with their friends. The outer world had almost forgotten them,
but not so with the Hierophant and the Priestess of the Temple. Daily, had
their prayers gone in behalf of their souls' welfare. Although not in
communication with them in body they were in spirit, and from this source they
knew all was well. The High Priest, in his astral visits, could see the
growing power of the soul over the slowly-evolving brain of the Princess, and
with the electric soul-force, the great nourisher and renewer of life, though
unconscious to him, the rounding out was fast nearing completion of the soul's
mastery over the brain and body of Nu-nah.
They had settled in distant
lands, near a little country village that lay just at the foot of the
mountains. It was made up of the simple peasantry, where life was free from
cant, suspicions, criticism and morbid curiosity. Here they could live and
follow the bent of their minds, undisturbed and unobserved if they so wished.
They kept their identity unknown yet the villagers knew from the Princess'
delicate beauty of form and features she belonged to some noble family and
station in life, but her kind, thoughtful bearing towards them won their love
and esteem at once, and equally did they esteem the Prince for he was ever
lavish with his money and attention to those who appealed to him for
assistance. The mountains soon became their favorite resort. Long walks were
taken daily, and rests made in the quiet nooks on the mountain side. One place
particularly, became a very dear retreat to them, for never did they stop
there but that some inspirations were born. It was here that Nu-nah took her
first lesson from Rathunor; it was in this sacred spot that Rathunor gently
but cautiously revealed to her the Initiatory Rites of the Temple that had
been performed over her unconscious body. This excited an intense curiosity,
if not deep interest, in Nu-nah's mind. She began to question and think and,
as she thought, there came a vague, glimmering memory of the past, and when
Rathunor would inquire the cause of her almost unconscious moods, she would
raise her hand to silence his voice, and whisper, "I am dreaming—O, something
so grand, so solemn, so sacred haunts my mind; just wait and it will all come
by and by," then her dark eyes seemed to grow larger and larger and to burn
with a concentrated fire.
The Prince's delight knew no
bounds as these expressions led him to believe they sprang from deep desires
and interests, so the time seemed to shorten for the day to come when their
whole time and attention would be turned to the study of Nature's mysteries
and the secrets of life be revealed to them, thus satisfying that inward
longing for the realities of life. Also, he knew, the new love that had been
born in Nu-nah's heart for him was more than that love that the external only
can know. Its depths he could not fathom nor its source pursue, so he was
content to wait that promised time, predicted by the Astrologer, that Nu-nah
would lead, guide and teach him these spiritual truths and reveal to his
already awakening soul the laws of the spirit.
Now, a new joy was revealed to
the Prince when the Princess made him aware that a new soul had been entrusted
to their tender care and keeping. The thoughts of maternity filled her heart
with bliss. Blessed privilege, to bring to this plane of existence a soul
awaiting incarnation in human form, to live, grow and experience on this
planet the last grand objective existence that the soul can know. What care,
what pleasure would she take in training that little soul to know its God and
the mysteries of life and in maturity stand forth to teach mankind Wisdom and
The pleasure in preparing for
its advent made days pass as minutes. Time, borne on the wings of love, passed
quickly. Her soul had gained that control over the mind that it was full with
pure, holy and spiritual thoughts. Her mind could not get beyond her husband
and the young soul that had been transmitted to her keeping. The divine joy of
love was singing in her soul. Rathunor left her alone in her happiness,
knowing that in her condition any great effort on his part to draw her
mind—thoughts into new channels might lead to dire results.
At last the Natalday arrived.
The magnetic, as well as the physical, period of gestation being completed, to
them a son was born. Never was there a human soul greeted with greater love
and welcome than this one. Not only was it the offspring of the physical
union, but that of the souls. Welcome, thrice welcome, to the children born of
such love. The physical condition of the Princess was very critical for
several days. The Prince's grief and anxiety was almost unbearable; neither
sleep nor food took a moment of his time during her severe illness, and often
did he think that again Nu-nah's soul would take its flight and wend its way
to the realms above.
The eighth day after confinement
was one of stupor and unconsciousness. Not a moment passed unheeded. It was
near midnight when, the attendants having retired for a short rest, and
Rathunor sat alone by her bedside, her eyes suddenly opened and bent their
gaze upon him. Beautiful, calm, divine Nu-nah, her wonderful eyes shone with a
surprising brilliancy and they were so riveted upon him that he dare not move,
much less speak. The minutes that intervened between her waking and speaking
seemed as an eternity to Rathunor.
"My darling husband, are you
beside me—are you where I can speak to you, and are we alone?"
Only by a gentle pressure of the
hand could he respond, and, gently laying his right hand upon her brow, he
assured her by this act of his presence. She began speaking—her voice was low,
yet clear and distinct, "My Rathunor, my true-soul companion, I have returned
with the knowledge I now impart to you. While you so patiently and tenderly
watched beside my frail and almost lifeless body, my soul was away gaining
knowledge and experience in the soul-world. There I learned who I am and my
relation to you. Do you know, O my Rathunor, that our souls sustain that
divine relation to each other that makes us immortal, because of being
complete? The whole, the two rays of the Divine Ego, are joined and blended as
one in our union. Can you hear me further?"
The agitation of his grief began
to assuage and he could now listen calmly and without emotion to her words.
"Yes, go on. What you have
already said has been indelibly burned upon my mind and soul. Let me hear all
you have to impart."
"Know you that this body was
Nu-nah's and this soul that of Sarthia's?"
It was here that only by a
mighty effort of his will was he able to keep in abeyance the emotions of his
heart, but the superior and God-like power of an invisible Presence sustained
him. The Princess took no heed of his silence and continued her revelations.
"Do you know that on the night
of the full Moon, the solemn and sacred Rites performed over the unconscious
bodies of Sarthia and Nu-nah in the Sacred Sanctuary of the Temple of Isis,
our souls were transferred by the magical power of the High Priest and the
invisible assistants? Nu-nah's soul was polarized in Sarthia's physical temple
and that of Sarthia's in this of mine. Both were prostrated, even to
dissolution by the malefic influence of planetary arcs, and this method was
resorted to, that both our lives might be spared to round out our necessary
physical existence while yet in these bodies, and also for your sake was this
undertaken by our Holy Father that you might have that love which you so much
craved and the longings of your soul might be satisfied with the knowledge it
thirsted for. This will explain to you the great change observed at times in
your Nu-nah, and the unnatural, dreamy moods that possessed me sometimes. The
brain was slow to respond to the wonderfully developed soul of Sarthia and it
was at those times that the soul gained the supremacy, that the greatest
change would manifest. You now have the true devoted love of your soul
companion and the lovely form of Nu-nah for your wife. My Rathunor, are you
satisfied? If a pang of disappointment cross your heart, our darling child
here may blot that out as he grows and learns our mystic lore and become also
a soul companion of his fathers in climbing the ladder to higher wisdom and
spheres than ours."
The Prince could not speak. He
sank on his knees beside the bed and buried his face in her bosom. Here
silence was more profound and spoke deeper wisdom and contentment than ever
words could do; how long he remained in this humble attitude and poured forth
his gratefulness in prayer he knew not; but when he arose the Princess was
sleeping quietly, the breathing, though feeble, was deeper and more even. He
gently crossed her hands upon her bosom, adjusted the clothing carefully and
left her side, full of a new hope he had had for many days. Life again
appeared in all its glory, not a shadow appeared upon its horizon; weariness
and anxiety forsook him and he went about as if walking on air, but not a word
escaped his lips—nor an act betrayed his new-born joy.
When the nurses returned they at
once remarked the change in the Princess. They, too, became hopeful and
assured the husband that his wife would soon be well. The Princess recovered
rapidly, and it was not long before her gentle presence and noble influence
shed its effulgence in the home as she moved about it.
As soon as Rathunor could spare
the time from Nu-nah's side he sent the Natal hour of his first-born to the
Astrologer Priest. Anxiously did he await the reading of the stars and what
they indicated for his child. The calculations were made, the judgment
submitted in writing, but "Shall I transmit them to the Prince and Princess,
can they yet receive and philosophically accept the revelations therein made?"
He left the study-room and
repaired to the apartments of the High Priest to seek advice and instructions.
Then, by the exercise of his potent will, he made the necessary observations
to see if it were wise to convey the knowledge of the predictions to his
children, Nu-nah and Rathunor.
"Not yet will we send the
reading. Our Nu-nah has not sufficiently recovered to bear any unpleasant
Rathunor became impatient and
thought, at times, he would write again—the letter must have been lost—but
something withheld him.
At last strange forebodings haunted him. He knew too well the promptness of
the Astrologer Priest; there must be something that could not be revealed to
Nu-nah. He thought he was strong enough to bear resignedly all that might
come, but when it did come all his forebodings had not prepared him to receive
it. It was only a letter—no calculations—no reading, as indicated by the
stars, was in it. The letter had been dictated by the Priest and transcribed
by the scribe Hermo, and read thus:
"Our darling children, Rathunor
and Nu-nah, bear bravely the news I now impart to you. Your first born, the
offspring of true inspiration and soul-love, can not remain with you long in
the physical form. The stars deny a prolonged life, and my interior knowledge
of the planetary influence, also tells me his life upon our Earth's plane will
be of short duration. His already matured soul does not need much of Earth's
experience to round out its objective existence, before entering the true life
in the spiritual realm; there it will remain, my dear children, ever beckoning
you on, and contributing to you that energy that will ever spur you to greater
effort to realize while yet in the physical form Immortal Life. Tend it
carefully, but when the Great Powers that Be summon its soul to go, do not try
to hold it here, but add the strength of your united prayers to its flight and
bid it depart to its home in the spiritual realms above. God bless and give
you the strength, my children, is the prayer of your devoted Father. Amen!
The strength of spiritual force
that seemed to accompany the letter and his loving advice imparted courage to
their hearts, and instead of giving way to grief, began to philosophically
reason and console themselves that God's ways were wiser than man's.
Not many months did their lovely
spiritual child remain with them until its soul took its flight to realms
beyond, where truly it became as a beacon-light to the souls of its parents.
Its departure left the Prince and Princess sad and lonely for a time and their
struggle to reconciliation was great—but this was of the heart and not of the
soul. Time healed the external wound and the interior vacancy was filled by
study, investigation and the development to external consciousness of the
Again, they became restless and
plans were laid to leave their happy home near the mountains, and the devoted
friends they had made among the villagers who were sorry to part with them
and, as memento to their honest, noble friendship, they distributed their
household and personal effects among them. They revealed to no one where they
were going. They disappeared as mysteriously as they came, but where? Only one
place on Earth could tempt them to leave that sacred home, where such extreme
joy and sorrow were known, and that was the former home of the soul of Nu-nah,
The Temple of Isis. Nu-nah was to enter as an aspirant to a Priestess, and
Rathunor as a Priest King.
The Return to a New Life, was
hailed with joyful welcomes from all of the Attendants of the Temple. Rathunor
and Nu-nah soon passed the ceremonial Rites of the Temple and none were more
faithful in their efforts and studies than these new-born children—the
especial care of the High Priest and the Priestess.
We leave them here, wishing them
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