The Wonder Of The Original Atom - Conclusion

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What is 'my world'? My world stands and falls with the ensouled life in it. And this ensoulment I am myself. The "I" must annihilate the "I". From the same moment, another I will stand in another ensouled life, in another world order. Nothing of me will enter this Other Kingdom, for it has no need of me. There is no fallen I in my "I"; my "I" fits wondrously well in the world where I exist. I am no 'fallen man' as is said in nature-religious delusion. I was born in this nature of death, and death is my signature, my life. Just by my existence alone, I already spread death and decay around me. I live from death.

No, the fallen self, the sunken self, lies in the Rosebud, in which "I" am not, in which "I" have no share, but which I carry with me. And the fallen "I" can be liberated and live only when I am no more.

Oh, foolish power of ignorance that made me try to enter the kingdom of God! The New Kingdom is for and of the Other Me, dwelling, sleeping in the Rosebud. Would I be able to love the Other One so much that I could give up myself for It?

To be able to love someone, he must be known to you. And so it must be possible to know the nature, the characteristics, the aspects of the Wondrous Atom, to prove them as it were, to experience them, so that the sacrifice of self-immolation can be made for the Other One in this tie of love. For isn't that why I carry the Rosebud with me, so that self-sacrificing love will awaken it? Isn't that the meaning of all holy myths? Isn't that the purpose of all holy scriptures?

Am I now the victim of emotional ecstasy? Is there a Freudian complex acting in me, full of religious, self-chastising eroticism? Can I test my discovery against the modern science of atoms?

I can! Natural science teaches and shows that by the fission of one atom, we can get an atom or atoms of entirely different nature and value. The ending of the one --  consciously -- in the great fire of self-emptying, gives life to the other.

Now I know what the flowering rose bush has to tell us in the language of symbols. The flowering rose bush does not want to beautify the old mouldered shed and make it appear what it is not. The rose bush around the cross of nature, the rose bush of the crucified world soul, shows us the person who, looking into the Rosebud, takes one life to its death in order to keep Another Life. The life that devotes itself to its death is not useless; it is valuable multifariously. It enables the Rosebud to unfold. It is the sweet death, the self-termination of the Gnostics.

As in the mirror of the heart, I see the beloved of which so many initiates have spoken. The world of the holy Other One is revealed to me as eyes that stare at me. I see that the Rosebud has seven petals. I see that the Wondrous Atom consists of seven atoms and that this seven-fold constellation will open up like an expanding universe upon the mighty word: 'Let there be Light'. I see that this seven-fold, stilled manifestation is surrounded in a wide circle by an equally latent zodiac -- a magnetic, fiery circle.

And I hear the Holy Scriptures call this sleeping, as yet dark zodiac, the Throne, the divine Throne. I hear the seven-fold Atom, the seven-petalled Rose, being called the seven Lords before the Throne, and I see this divine microcosm, which is enclosed within me and surrounds me on all sides, has seven fields of activity. I see that there are seven rays and that seven potentialities and seven labors of rebirth have to be completed. I see how candlestick after candlestick is lit and begins to glow with an ineffably glorious light.

And now I understand the beginning of the Apocalypse for the first time. It is the invocation of the person who goes to awaken his Beloved -- the invocation of the person who begins his enduristic work and thus speaks mantramistically:

John to the seven churches that are in Asia: 'Grace to you and peace from him who is and who was and who is to come, and from the seven spirits who are before his throne, and from Jesus Christ the faithful witness, the first-born of the dead'.

And immediately I entered into rapture on this day, which I delivered to the Beloved -- the rapture -- unto fulfillment!

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From The Wonder of the Original Atom by Jan van Rijckenborgh .

The Wonder of the Original Atom

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The person who keeps his attention fixed on the spirit-spark atom with undying fervor and with all of his seeking soul makes wondrous discoveries, so wondrous and boundless in results that a deep gratitude rises up in him that the Rosycross makes use of every opportunity to draw his attention to the Original Atom situated at the top of the right heart ventricle. The unchanging message that the Spiritual School directs to its pupils is, 'Brother, sister, in all things and before all things, pay attention to your Original Atom. For that atom is the key to your true existence. It is the mystery of all mysteries, the beginning and the ending of all new geneses'.

 Firstly we will give you an utterly sober account of a person who took up the urgent invitation and kept his devoted, seeking attention unwaveringly fixed on the spirit-spark atom. See here the result of his investigation:

'Following the advice I had been given with wise intent, I started to keep my attention unchangingly fixed on the spirit-spark atom, and I succeeded in making this the subject of my unfading interest a presence with me in all my daily activities. Even when activities on the horizontal plane completely occupied my mind, I nevertheless knew that this object of my concentration was present and active in a certain part of my brain.

Finally my situation was such that I had difficulty in preventing this subject from obsessing me, but eventually this gem of my devotion became a possession of my blood, just as our characteristics, the idiosyncrasies of our type, are in our blood and continually exert their influences.

In this way the mystery of the Original Atom circulated in my veins as a characteristic so that all the centers of my personality in turn were affected by it, day and night. It became part of my thinking, willing, feeling, and acting. I dreamt of this mystery of the heart.

And just as an extremely sensitive precision instrument registers impressions that escape the sense, my being was thus being prepared for the gazing into an immense miracle. Firstly I knew that the Original Atom in its virginal, dualistic state is also called The Rosebud. Our microcosm, our small world, has a soul, an ensouled personality, a small world soul. And didn't Plato in his Platonic mysteries speak about the world soul that is crucified? Indeed, how correct!

The cross of our personality stands erected in the nature of death, in a microcosm that is broken away from the Logos. I experience everything that the School of the Rosycross has taught me about duality. I am hanging on the cross in the breath of death. But at the same time there is a tremendous joy that there is a Rosebud, full of the promises of a new youth.

The atom is a wonderful phenomenon. What is an atom? It is everything -- it is a universe. It contains forces that defy the bravest imagination. When a small number of atoms of a certain kind are broken up with tremendous energy, explosions are caused that wipe away everything for miles around.

The energy released by a split atom can be channelled and applied according to certain techniques. But the atom of The Rosebud cannot be split by any known or yet unknown dualistic energy. The energy in it, the mystery of it, cannot be released in such a way. The Rosebud can grow and flower only in a completely different field of existence. Joy would have to make way for sadness, if some scientific genius were capable of splitting the Rosebud atom, because the released energy would bring only devastation.

An atom is a world, a world order, a microcosm. I understand very clearly that indications such as large or small are only spatial-temporal concepts. The spaces inside the Rosebud atom are as wide as eternity. The aspects and meanings and possibilities in it are as manifold as grains of sand by the sea.

The Rosebud is a world order, a world soul, an omni-manifestation that cannot express itself here. It is an omni-manifestation that is not of this world, a gigantic kingdom, but not of this nature. The Rosebud contains a stilled life that would be able to blossom with exuberant majesty. But the fragrance of that royal glow of life cannot be perceived here.

I carry within me a new world, thrice divine. I carry the house of the Father, in which there are many mansions; but no one can be in and of two worlds at the same time. What the occultist regards as participating in two worlds is just participating in two spheres of one and the same world. If I want to participate in that stilled, sleeping world, in the kingdom that is not of this world, in the kingdom that I nevertheless carry in me, and of which it is said, 'See, the kingdom of God is within you', then I must leave my world.

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From The Wonder of the Original Atom by Jan van Rijckenborgh .