Meditation, Concentration, Will
These three, meditation, concentration, will, have engaged the attention of Theosophists perhaps more than any other three subjects. A canvass… Read More »Meditation, Concentration, Will
The Irish Theosophist
Uncomfortable Brothers
“To freedom you are called, Brothers!—only that your freedom be not a pretext for the flesh. But serve each other… Read More »Uncomfortable Brothers
William Quan Judge
There are events common to human life, events small and inconsiderable in seeming, which, in their ulterior development and under… Read More »William Quan Judge
Eloquent, Just, and Mighty Death
It is part of the strange, deceptive quality of things, that nothing should teach us so much of life, nothing… Read More »Eloquent, Just, and Mighty Death
Pages from the Upanishads—Mandukya Upanishad
The Four Steps of the Self. The syllable OM is all; its expansion is what has been, what is, what… Read More »Pages from the Upanishads—Mandukya Upanishad
The White of the Dawn
Long after the passing of Cuchullain, when the father of Oscar, the old man eloquent, had again become young in… Read More »The White of the Dawn
Thyself and Thy King
Except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom. We were talking of lucent intervals, when the primeval… Read More »Thyself and Thy King
The Closing Cycle
In the November number the “expiring Cycle” is referred to by Mr. Sinnett, and members are rightly warned not to… Read More »The Closing Cycle
“To Die, To Sleep”
To sleep; perchance to dream, ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When… Read More »“To Die, To Sleep”
The Priestess of Isis and her Accusers
To the Editor of THE IRISH THEOSOPHIST. Dear Sir.,—Wide publicity having recently been given to attacks on the late Mme.… Read More »The Priestess of Isis and her Accusers
The Books of Hidden Wisdom
. . . Beheld the Gods all, sweatless, steady-eyed, their flower-wreaths fresh and dust-free, as they stood, touching not the… Read More »The Books of Hidden Wisdom
A Trap for a Friend
Not exactly a trap, though even if a very valuable truth has allowed itself to be caught therein. It happened… Read More »A Trap for a Friend
“The World Knoweth Us Not.”
“It is more disgraceful to suspect a friend than to be deceived by him.”—ROCHEFOUCAULD. “If evil be said of thee,… Read More »“The World Knoweth Us Not.”
On “The Judge Case,” Vice-Presidency and Autonomy
[Note: The following collection includes various writings on “The Judge Case,” the Vice-Presidency and the Resolution of Autonomy of “The… Read More »On “The Judge Case,” Vice-Presidency and Autonomy
The Lesson of Loneliness
We shall learn many good things that we have long forgotten, as we find our way back again to real… Read More »The Lesson of Loneliness
Fear and Valor
A summer evening, high among the Alps; the in-gathering of purple twilight veils the world in mystery; the hills, with… Read More »Fear and Valor
Three Great Ideas
Among many ideas brought forward through the theosophical movement there are three which should never be lost sight of. Not… Read More »Three Great Ideas
The Three Gods of Man
Who could live, who could breath, if the heart of Being were not Joy. It is a shallow age, this… Read More »The Three Gods of Man
Words to Remember
“I would like you to reflect for a moment on the history of the Society. Eighteen years ago it was… Read More »Words to Remember
The World Without End-Hour
Time is endlessly long.—GOETHE. Somebody made the remark, the other day, that Providence must be an Irishman, because, in the… Read More »The World Without End-Hour
Rajput and Brahman
Aruna’s grandson Shvetaketu came to the gathering of the Panchâlas. He came to Pravâhana the son of Jibala, in the… Read More »Rajput and Brahman
New Year in the New Land
It is marvelous how the archaic wisdom explains all things. Here is an instance, quite unthought of hitherto. Half way… Read More »New Year in the New Land
W. Q. J.
O hero of the iron age, Upon thy grave we will not weep, Nor yet consume away in rage For… Read More »W. Q. J.
The Meditation of Parvati
Parvata rose up from his seat under the banyan tree. He passed his hand unsteadily over his brow. Throughout the… Read More »The Meditation of Parvati
The Midnight Blossom
“Arhans are born at midnight hour….. together with the holy flower that opes and blooms in darkness.”—The Voice of the… Read More »The Midnight Blossom
Shadow and Substance
Many are the voices that entreat and warn those who would live the life of the Magi. It is well… Read More »Shadow and Substance
Content
Who are exiles? as for me Where beneath the diamond domeLies the light on hill or tree There my palace is and… Read More »Content
Works and Days
When we were boys with what anxiety we watched for the rare smile on the master’s face ere we preferred… Read More »Works and Days
The Hour of Twilight
For the future we intend that at this hour the Mystic shall be at home, less metaphysical and scientific than… Read More »The Hour of Twilight
The Childhood of Apollo
It was long ago, so long that only the spirit of earth remembers truly. The old shepherd Tithonius sat before… Read More »The Childhood of Apollo
A Thought Along the Road
They torture me also.—Krishna The night was wet: and, as I was moving down the streets, my mind was also… Read More »A Thought Along the Road
The Story of a Star
The emotion that haunted me in that little cathedral town would be most difficult to describe. After the hurry, rattle,… Read More »The Story of a Star
Self-Reliance
Perhaps it is now while we are in a state of transition, when old leaders have gone out of sight… Read More »Self-Reliance
On the Spur of the Moment
I am minded to put down some intuitions about brotherhood and trust in persons. A witty friend writes, “Now that… Read More »On the Spur of the Moment
A Word Upon the Objects of the Theosophical Society
1st:—To form the nucleus of a Universal Brotherhood of Humanity, without distinction of race, creed, sex, caste or color. 2nd:—-To… Read More »A Word Upon the Objects of the Theosophical Society
Priest or Hero?
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-containedI stand and look at them long… Read More »Priest or Hero?
The Awakening of the Fires
When twilight flutters the mountains overThe faery lights from the earth unfold,And over the hills enchanted hoverThe giant heroes and… Read More »The Awakening of the Fires
A Strange Awakening
I. That we are living in the Dark Age we all know, yet we do not realise half its darkness.… Read More »A Strange Awakening
Our Secret Ties
Our deepest life is when we are alone. We think most truly, love best, when isolated from the outer world… Read More »Our Secret Ties
The Age of the Spirit
I am a part of all that I have met:Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’Gleams that untraveled world …..…….… Read More »The Age of the Spirit
The Secret of Power
It is not merely because it is extraordinary that I wish to tell you this story. I think mere weirdness,… Read More »The Secret of Power
The Legends of Ancient Eire
A Reverend and learned professor in Trinity College, Dublin, a cynic and a humorist, is reported once to have wondered… Read More »The Legends of Ancient Eire
The Mystic Night’s Entertainment
We went forth gay in the twilight’s cover;The dragon Day with his ruddy crestBlazed on the shadowy hills hung overThe… Read More »The Mystic Night’s Entertainment
The Cave of Lilith
Out of her cave came the ancient Lilith; Lilith the wise; Lilith the enchantress. There ran a little path outside… Read More »The Cave of Lilith
The Mountains
While we live within four walls we half insensibly lose something of our naturalness and comport ourselves as creatures of… Read More »The Mountains
A Doomed City
Lights flew about me; images sparkled in the imperishable Akasa. Oh, such ancient, ancient places and peoples! Such forms of… Read More »A Doomed City
At the Dawn of the Kaliyuga
(Note—Kaliyuga. The fourth, the black or iron age, our present period, the duration of which is 432,000 years. It began… Read More »At the Dawn of the Kaliyuga
A Tragedy in the Temple
I have often thought with sadness over the fate of that comrade. That so ardent and heroic a spirit, so… Read More »A Tragedy in the Temple