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First Line: Is there one in all the world who does not desire to be divinely beautiful?
Last Line: Till we stood again in paradise.
Subject(s): Devil; Satan; Mephistopheles; Lucifer; Beelzebub

IS there one in all the world who does not desire to be divinely beautiful?

To have the most perfect body—unerring skill, strength, limpid
clearness of mind, as of the sunlight over the hills,
To radiate love wherever he goes, to move in and out, accepted?
The secret lies close to you, so close.

You are that person; it lies close to you, so close—deep down
But in Time it shall come forth and be revealed.

Not by accumulating riches, but by giving away what you have,
Shall you become beautiful;
You must undo the wrappings, not case yourself in fresh ones;
Not by multiplying clothes shall you make your body sound and healthy, but
rather by discarding them;
Not by multiplying knowledge shall you beautify your mind;
It is not the food that you eat that has to vivify you, but you that have
to vivify the food.
Always emergence, and the parting of veils for the hidden to appear;
The child emerges from its mother's body, and out of that body again in
time another child.
When the body which thou now hast falls away, another body shall be already
prepared beneath,
And beneath that again another.
Always that which appears last in time is first, and the cause of
all—and not that which appears first.


Freedom has to be won afresh every morning,
Every morning thou must put forth thy strength afresh upon the world, to
create out of chaos the garden in which thou walkest.
(Behold! I love thee—I wait for thee in thine own garden, lingering
till eventide among the bushes;
I tune the lute for thee; I prepare my body for thee, bathing unseen in the
limpid waters.)


Wondrous is Man—the human body: to understand and possess this, to
create it every day afresh, is to possess all things.
The tongue and all that proceeds from it: spoken and written words,
languages, commands, controls, the electric telegraph girdling the earth;
The eyes ordaining, directing; the feet and all that they indicate—the
path they travel for years and years;
The passions of the body, the belly and the cry for food, the heaving
breasts of love, the phallus, the fleshy thighs,
The erect proud head and neck, the sturdy back, and knees well-knit or
All the interminable attitudes and what they indicate Every relation of one
man to another, every cringing, bullying, lustful, obscene, pure, honorable,
chaste, just and merciful;
The fingers differently shaped according as they handle money for gain or
for gift;
All the different ramifications and institutions of society which proceed
from such one difference in the crook of a finger;
All that proceed from an arrogant or a slavish contour of the neck;
All the evil that goes forth from any part of a man's body which is not
possessed by himself, all the devils let loose—from a twist of the tongue
or a leer of the eye, or the unmanly act of any member—and swirling into
society; all the good which gathers round a man who is clean and strong—the
threads drawing from afar to the tips of his fingers, the interpretations in his
eyes, all the love which passes through his limbs into heaven:
What it is to command and be Master of this wondrous body with all its
passions and powers, to truly possess it—that it is to command and
possess all things, that it is to create.


The art of creation, like every other art, has to be learnt.
Slowly slowly, through many years, thou buildest up thy body,
And the power that thou now hast (such as it is) to build up this present
body, thou hast acquired in the past in other bodies;
So in the future shalt thou use again the power that thou now acquirest.
But the power to build up the body includes all powers.

Do not be dismayed because thou art yet a child of chance, and at the mercy
greatly both of Nature and fate;
Because if thou wert not subject to chance, then wouldst thou be Master of
thyself; but since thou art not yet Master of thine own passions and powers, in
that degree must thou needs be at the mercy of some other power.
And if thou choosest to call that power 'Chance,' well and good. It is the
angel with whom thou hast to wrestle.


Beware how thou seekest this for thyself and that for thyself. I do not say
Seek not; but Beware how thou seekest.
For a soldier who is going a campaign does not seek what fresh furniture he
can carry on his back, but rather what he can leave behind;
Knowing well that every additional thing which he cannot freely use and
handle is an impediment to him.
So if thou seekest fame or ease or pleasure or aught for thyself, the image
of that thing which thou seekest will come and cling to thee—and thou wilt
have to carry it about,
And the images and powers which thou hast thus evoked will gather round and
form for thee a new body—clamoring for sustenance and satisfaction;
And if thou art not able to discard this image now, thou wilt not be able
to discard that body then: but wilt have to carry it about.
Beware then lest it become thy grave and thy prison—instead of thy
winged abode, and palace of joy.

For (over and over again) there is nothing that is evil except because a
man has not mastery over it; and there is no good thing that is not evil if it
have a mastery over a man;
And there is no passion or power, or pleasure or pain, or created thing
whatsoever, which is not ultimately for man and for his use—or which he
need be afraid of, or ashamed at.
The ascetics and the self-indulgent divide things into good and
evil—as it were to throw away the evil;
But things cannot be divided into good and evil, but all are good so soon
as they are brought into subjection.
And seest thou not that except for Death thou couldst never overcome
For since by being a slave to things of sense thou hast clothed thyself
with a body which thou art not master of, thou wert condemned to a living tomb
were that body not to be destroyed.
But now through pain and suffering out of this tomb shalt thou come; and
through the experience thou hast acquired shalt build thyself a new and better
And so on many times, till thou spreadest wings and hast all powers
diabolic and angelic concentred in thy flesh.


And so at last I saw Satan appear before me—magnificent, fully formed.

Feet first, with shining limbs, he glanced down from above among the
And stood there erect, dark-skinned, with nostrils dilated with passion;
(In the burning intolerable sunlight he stood, and I in the shade of the
Fierce and scathing the effluence of his eyes, and scornful of dreams and
dreamers (he touched a rock hard by and it split with a sound like thunder);
Fierce the magnetic influence of his dusky flesh; his great foot,
well-formed, was planted firm in the sand—with spreading toes;
"Come out" he said with a taunt, "Art thou afraid to meet me?"
And I answered not, but sprang upon him and smote him.
And he smote me a thousand times, and brashed and scorched and slew me as
with hands of flame;
And I was glad, for my body lay there dead; and I sprang upon him again
with another body;
And he turned upon me, and smote me a thousand times and slew that body;
And I was glad and sprang upon him again with another body—
And with another and another and again another;
And the bodies which I took on yielded before him, and were like cinctures
of flame upon me, but I flung them aside;
And the pains which I endured in one body were powers which I wielded in
the next; and I grew in strength, till at last I stood before him complete, with
a body like his own and equal in might—exultant in pride and joy.
Then he ceased, and said, "I love thee."
And lo! his form changed, and he leaned backwards and drew me upon him,
And bore me up into the air, and floated me over the topmost trees and the
ocean, and round the curve of the earth under the moon—
Till we stood again in Paradise.

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