This is a hall of judgement well described. None of this was ever described in the Hebrew bible but it was certainly part of the associated lore.
When evaluating a body of spiritual work one can go two ways. One can assume vast interpolation of a known text or one can assume that the known text is an edited version. Or alternately one can frame it as a channeled work of more recent history. All these are difficult.
The rhythm of the language is clearly tailored to an oral tradition of sharing. It is highly repetative in pattern but not in content and most of the material so far shows that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE SCROLL OF RAMKAT
Awful is the great day of judgement at its
dawning in the Netherworld. The soul stands naked in the Hall of Judgement,
nothing can now be hidden. Hypocrisy is no avail; to maintain goodness when the
soul reveals its own repulsiveness is fiatile. To mumble empty ritual is
foolishness. To call upon gods who have no existence is a waste of time.
In the Hall of Judgement the wrongdoer is
judged. On that day and henceforth his qualities shall form his food.
His soul, soft as clay upon Earth, is hardened
and set into shape according to its moulding. The balances are adjusted.
One arrives. The Forty- Two Virtues are his
assessors. Shall he dwell among beauty as a godling, or be given captive to the
Keeper of Horrors, to dwell among vile things under a merciful mantle of
darkness?
One arrives. The twisted body, tormented on
Earth, and the ugly face have gone, discarded at the portal. He strides through
the Hall in radiance, to pass into the Place of Everlasting Beauty.
One arrives. Now no earthly body sheilds the
horror which is the true likeness of the evildoer upon Earth. He runs from the
light which he cannot tolerate, and hides himself in the shadows near the Place
of Terror. Soon he will be drawn to his compatible place among the Dismal
Company.
One arrives. He has been upright and a just one.
His failings and weaknesses were of Uttle account. This upright man fears
nothing, for he is welcomed among the Bright Ones and shall go unhampered among
the Everlasting Lords.
One arrives. He trembles before the Unseen
Judges, he is lost, he knows nothing, earthly knowledge and confidence are left
behind. The balance drops, he sees his soul and recognises his true self, he
rushes into the merciful darkness. It enfolds him and dark arms embrace him,
drawing him into the terrible gloom, into the Place of Dark Secret Horrors.
One arrives. She graced the court with beauty,
men sang of her loveliness and grace. Now, as when a mantle is removed, all is
discarded, it is the time of unveiling. Who can describe the lustful thoughts
and secret unclean deeds which fashioned the horror coming through the portal?
There is a hush among the compassionate. One arrives. On Earth she was pitied
by the compassionate and scorned by the hard-hearted. There her lot was
degradation and servitude, privation and sacrifice, few and meagre were the
gifts from life. Yet she triumphed.
Now she comes forward surrounded by brilliance,
even the Shining Ones are dazzled by her beauty.
One arrives. The twisted face and pain-wracked
body of the cripple have been left behind. A kind and loving soul dwelt
imprisoned within its confines. Now the relieved spirit steps forward into the
great Hall, unencumbered and free, glorious to behold.
One arrives. The splendid body which graced
Earth remains there, an empty, decaying thing. The naked soul enters the
Everlasting Halls. It is a deformed, mis-shapen thing fit only to dwell in the
merciful gloom of the place with which it has compatible affinity.
One arrives. Neither goodness nor wickedness
bears dovra upon the scales. The balances remain straight. The soul departs to
the twilight borderland between the Region of Light and the Region of Darkness.
0 Great Lords of Eternity, who once were in the
flesh, even as I, hear not the outpourings of an overburdened and sorrowful
heart. For who am I to presume to call upon The Great God of All? Who am not
without wickedness and weak in spirit. I have filled my heart with knowledge of
the Secret Writings but still I fear the judgement. Therefore, Great Lords of
Eternity, I call upon you who once walked the Earth, even as I, and who,
therefore, understand the failings and weaknesses of men.
1 am not weak in my standing with earthly
things, but I am weak beside the Greater Beings. Will I, too, ever be worthy of
the grandeur of the Eternal Mansions ? O Great Beings whose nature is beyond
understanding, grant me just a spark of the Eternal Wisdom, that it might light
my soul and kindle the flame of immortal life.
What is the destined fate of a man who knows the
existence of things beyond his understanding? I see but I do not know,
therefore I am afraid. Man can swim against the current towards the bank, but
he needs a helping hand to pull him ashore when he is exhausted from the
struggle.
This is the fate of man. He must strive for that
which he cannot attain. He must believe in that which he cannot prove. He must
seek that which he cannot find. He must travel a road without knowing his
destination. Only thus can the purpose of life be fulfilled.
Man may believe he knows his destiny, but he
cannot be assured with certainty; in no other way can he fulfil it. In this way
alone can his soul be properly awakened to flower with its full potential. This
alone he may know: The purpose of all human life is a goal so glorious it
surpasses all earthly understanding.
We may visualise our individual goals as we
will, it is ordained that we have this freedom. How close or how far we are fi-om
reality is of little consequence, what is, is. He who seeks a non-existent
destination will, nevertheless, get somewhere. He who seeks not at all will get
nowhere. Earthly life fulfils itself without attainment.
No comments:
Post a Comment