— Max Heindel, Gleanings of a Mystic

“When the flower is crushed, its scent is liberated and fills the surroundings with grateful fragrance, delighting all who are fortunate enough to be near. Crushing blows of fate may overwhelm a man or woman who has reached the stage of efflorescence; they will but serve to bring out the sweetness of the nature and enhance the beauty of the soul till it shines with an effulgence that marks the wearer as with a halo. Then he is upon path of Initiation.”



Had I not fallen, I would not have arisen. Had I not been subject to darkness, I would not have seen the light.“

-Midrash