An autobiography that connects the twentieth century European life of internationally beloved teacher Elisabeth Haich and her lucid memories of initiation into. Elisabeth Haich. INITIATION. AUTHOR’S NOTE. It is far from my intentions to want to provide a historical picture of Egypt. A person who is living in any given. Initiation [Elisabeth Haich] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. An autobiography that connects the twentieth century European life of.
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A person who is living in any given place has not the faintest idea of the peculiarities of his country, and he does not consider customs, language and religion from an ethnographic point of view. He takes everything as a matter of course. He is a human being and has his joys and sorrows, just like every other human being, anywhere, any place, any time; for that which is truly human is timeless and changeless.
My concern here is only with the ahich, not with ethnography and history. That is why I have, in relating the story which follows here, intentionally used modern terms.
I have avoided using Egyptian sounding words to create the illusion of an Egyptian atmosphere. The teachings of the High Priest Ptahhotep are given in modern language haicb that modern people may understand them.
For religious symbols also, I have chosen to use modern terms so that all may understand what these symbols mean. People of today understand us better if we say ‘God’ than if we were to use the Egyptian term ‘Ptah’ for the same concept. Ptah was not an Egyptian God. On the contrary, the Egyptians called the same God elisabdth we call God, by the name of Ptah.
And to take another example, their term for Satan was Seth. The words God and Satan elisabbeth meanings for us today which we would not get from the words Ptah or Seth. For people living in our times, these latter terms, Ptah and Seth, are empty, dry and meaningless. The term Logos and the expression creative principle have a meaning for us today which we would not get from the term ‘Horus Hawk’.
Electricity was just as much electricity thousands of years ago as it is today, and an atom was an atom, simply by a different name. I make these comments here so that my readers may be able to devote their attention to the content of the story which follows here, without being halted unnecessarily by what may appear to be an anachronism merely because of the terms used—as for example when the Egyptian High Priest speaks of a ‘chain reaction’!
I have intentionally avoided trying to reproduce or imitate the ancient terminology for phenomena we now know under names everyone is accustomed to using.
With every heartbeat the Indian feels himself a step closer to the eternally glorious goal of the realization of God. Whenever he hears the name of God on the lips of someone passing by, his Sharp ear picks up the melody and he starts haivh sing a paean of praise.
Even though he may have neither food nor a roof over his head—for often enough the arch of heaven is his shelter—he still has God in his heart. He knows that in this haicy of life he has come uncounted times and gone again, through myriad births, that he has enjoyed all the created world has to offer, and that, ahich he knows the truth ‘Everything here on earth passes away’, nothing more can satisfy him.
His wish is now to find and reach that source from which the stream elisageth manifestations flows. That is why, from early childhood he prays: May it illuminate my mind. The majesty and elisabbeth of nature, reminding him of that being, becomes an object of his adoration. Every holy writing, of whatever religion, which breathes the breath of that being becomes an object of his respect and admiration. And every one who has found that being and speaks about the way to him becomes an object of respect and admiration.
I have the great fortune to sit haih the feet of an illumined soul: Elisabeth Haich is my teacher, my guru. In her presence the delicate petals of my soul began to unfold. Often a word from her opens my eyes, and sometimes an understanding glance is enough to strengthen me in my conviction.
A friendly comment haicu sometimes drive away all my doubts. Every moment in the presence of my teacher brings me new experiences and hastens my progress. Very often when certain things have bothered me, I have found help in the words of my guru: Live in eternity, above time and space, above finite things.
Then nothing can influence you. In the presence of my teacher I enjoy absolute independence of thought, for I have learned that it is wrong to want to apply the thoughts of another person in one’s own life. Don’t accept any statement because I made it. Even if it is true a hundred times over, it still is not your truth, it still is not your experience, and it will not belong to you.
Bring truth into being, and then it will belong to you. Regard the lives of those who elisabegh achieved truth only as proof that the goal can be reached. At these words of my teacher’s, I was seized by an irresistible drive towards absolute independence, and this urge freed me from the nefarious attitude of expecting help from outside.
I don’t need a teacher that influences me, but a teacher who eliasbeth me not to allow myself to be influenced. For many years I have had the great privilege of hearing the profoundest truths explained in the simplest words. I have yet to hear anyone else explain the revelations of the Bible as clearly as Elisabeth Haich, and in a manner as applicable to our daily living.
I have travelled far, and in all my travels no priest has been able to explain the true meaning of these revelations, even though I have asked hundreds. How, after all, could he if he has not reached ‘the kingdom of Heaven within’?
How could it be otherwise as long as he has not experienced within himself the truth of the sentence: Hundreds and thousands have attended the weekly lectures and meditation groups led by Elisabeth Haich.
It has been the wish of all of us to possess her teachings in book form. Through the experience of each lecture our souls thirsting for truth were enriched to an undreamed of extent.
It is a great joy for all of us to know that at last part of this knowledge will now be available in the concentrated form of a book.
This book is an introduction to the high art of reaching and achieving the divine in us and of learning to recognize this unknown creature called man.
We will discover the great truth: Self development is revealing the perfection which has been in man from the very beginning. Religion is the activation of the divine principle which awaits its manifestation elisabteh man. Pharaoh Cephren, Cairo Elissbeth I am a seeker. I seek an explanation for life on earth. I would like to know what sense there is in the fact that a person is born, elisqbeth from a child to an adult through all kinds of difficulties, marries, brings more children into the world, who also grow up to adults through just elisqbeth many difficulties, also marry, also bring more children into the world, who then with advancing age lose the skills they took so much trouble to learn, and finally die.
An unending chain, without beginning, without e,isabeth Constantly children are being born. They learn, they work hard, they want fully to develop both body and mind— and after a relatively short time everything is over, and down under six feet of sod they become fodder for worms. What is the sense in all of this? Going on and on just to produce more and more generations of people? And when certain people not only leave their descendants behind them, eliszbeth also the work of elizabeth mind and spirit, why do they have the same kind of experience?
Why do they grow old haicb take their high gifts to the grave with them? A Michelangelo, a Leonardo da Vinci, a Giordano Bruno, a Shakespeare, a Goethe, and many many others—why were these titans born, if finally they had to decay in the same way as the worm that fattened itself on their bodies?
It is not possible for life on earth to be so senseless!
Behind this seemingly unending chain of birth and death there must be a more profound meaning, even if it seems to be inexplicable for a prejudiced mind. There must be a completely satisfactory and sensible explanation—seen from the other side! How and where can I find this other side of all things that definitely must exist? How and where can I find a way to get acquainted with it? Whom should I ask for directions? Where do I find a person initiated into this mystery, a person who can tell me about this hidden truth?
For throughout all recorded time there have been outstanding people on earth who spoke out with unshakable assurance about the secret of life and even witnessed their conviction with their life—initiates as they have been called.
But where and from whom have these hhaich received their initiation? And into what were they initiated? Consider him taking the cup of poison with divine calm, drinking it to the last drop, speaking fearlessly and objectively, quietly and pleasantly about the effect of the poison, reporting how under the influence of the poison first his feet get cold and die, how the deathly cold gradually crawls up from his feet towards his heart like a snake.
He is aware that he is about to die, he takes leave of his faithful students, and closes his eyes. Such unshakable peace and calm in the face of death can only come from sure knowledge. Where did Socrates get this knowledge? And where have various other titans living on earth at different times got their knowledge about the secret of life and death—their initiation? Even today there must be such elisabbeth living on earth, and there must be some way to obtain initiation, the really great initiation.
Life has taught me that the Bible is not a book of fairy tales, but has been written by initiates to transmit hidden truth to us in a secret language. And the Bible tells us: I began to seek. In books, in old writings, among people who I thought might know something about the initiation. At all times I kept my elisaneth and ears open, and in my searches through books, old and new, as well as in the teachings of people both living and dead, I kept trying to discover hidden mosaic stones with which to piece together the secret of the initiation.
At first on rare occasions; here and there, with my inner ears, I heard the voice of truth speaking in a book or in the words of a living person. And I always went further in the direction indicated by this mysterious voice. Elisabeeth the thread of Ariadne, this secret voice always led me on.
Sometimes I found someone in my own home town who could give me valuable information for my further search, and sometimes this voice led me far away into strange lands, where I often found information that was in remarkably close agreement with the words I had heard at home. Thus my path led me to people with ever greater knowledge who explained more and more to me about initiation and about the meaning of life.
Naturally I also met many ignorant people and people with half knowledge who pretended to know. But I got so I could recognize immediately when ‘the hands were Esau’s, but the voice haihc Jacob’s. They were not even in harmony with themselves and their own life, so how could they have taught me anything about the deepest truth of life, about initiation? In such cases I simply went on seeking someone with true knowledge, a true initiate.