<HTML><HEAD><TITLE>A Letter to Edgar D. Mitchell, Ph.D - by Gopi Krishna</TITLE>
</HEAD><BODY BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" text="#3140AF"> <BODY><CENTER><p> <b> <blockquote><P><h1>A Letter to 
Edgar D. Mitchell, Ph.D.</h1><BR><h2>
Founder of <BR>
The Institute of Noetic Sciences
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From
<P>Gopi Krishna</h2><B></center><blockquote>
</center></center><P>Dear Captain Mitchell;
<P>
<BR>Thanks for your letter written to my friend,
<BR>Gene Kieffer, through whom I this answer send.<BR>
May God bless your fine efforts for a cause<BR>
Which, at the moment, is and always was<BR>
The most important project one could take<BR>
In hand, with all his heart and soul, to slake<BR>
The burning thirst to peer behind the scenes<BR>
Of this Creation to know what it means,<BR>
To find out of what stuff our soul is made:<BR>
A lasting substance or a fleeting shade,<BR>
To explore the mystery of life and death,<BR>
And know what happens after the last breath.<BR>
Does any fragment of our conscious being<BR>
Survive the end, still knowing, feeling, seeing?<BR>
And in what form or to what planes ascends<BR>
This deathless essence when life's drama ends?<BR>
<BR><BR>
This, my dear friend, has been the unceasing quest<BR>
From distant Stone Age and has found no rest,<BR>
For ev'n the savage in his burial holes<BR>
Placed their belongings to attend the souls<BR>
Of his departed kin, in his mind sure<BR>
They in another world would long endure.<BR>
This is the problem which in many ways<BR>
Was tackled by the wise from ancient days:<BR>
This is the riddle of which none so far<BR>
Has found the answer and ev'n now we are<BR>
No nearer to a solution than once were<BR>
Egypt's wise priest and India's gifted seer.<BR>
<BR><BR>The strange exhibitions, which we now name<BR>
As psi phenomena, were just the same<BR>
In prehistoric days, and thence have come<BR>
Unaltered to this day, denied by some,<BR>
Admitted by others, but one thing is sure<BR>
Whatev'r was wrought through them did not endure.<BR>
They are as undependable and unsure<BR>
Today as in Buddha's time, who, to cure<BR>
The monks of their allurement, many a time<BR>
Denounced the hunger for them as a crime.<BR>
<BR><BR>
None of the founders of the major faiths<BR>
Advised pursuit of spirits, ghosts and wraiths.<BR>
In fact, a healthy instinct in the race<BR>
Has oft condemned all these pursuits as base<BR>
Which deal with witchcraft, sorcery or spells,<BR>
Recalling souls from fancied heavens and hells,<BR>
Seeking love-philtres, cures for the evil eye,<BR>
Charms for success, misfortune to defy,<BR>
Black-magic methods enemies to kill,<BR>
Or make someone obedient to one's will,<BR>
Mind reading and clairvoyance used to aid<BR>
The black magicians in their daily trade.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The psi phenomena you seek to probe,<BR>
From one end to the other of the globe,<BR>
Are not new, but in one or the other guise<BR>
Have always baffled and intrigued the wise<BR>
From immemorial times, but not ev'n once<BR>
Could some adept the art teach to his sons,<BR>
Which would have been the case had any one<BR>
The secret of this craft from nature won.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The gifted men and women, whom we know<BR>
As mediums and psychics and who show<BR>
Undoubted possession of uncanny traits,<BR>
Materialize some form, or write on slates,<BR>
Or cause, without touching, things to move<BR>
And thus the power of mind ov'r matter prove,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Are not themselves aware to what they owe<BR>
The strange, uncommon gift nor do they know<BR>
How and when they can show the rare displays<BR>
To critical skeptics in convincing ways.<BR>
Not they, some other power possesses the boon<BR>
For during seances they are oft in swoon.<BR>
<BR><BR>
We can approach the problem in two ways;<BR>
To prove the occurrences and the strange displays,<BR>
So that the skeptics one and all agree<BR>
That psychic feats are a reality.<BR>
The second is to find the hidden source<BR>
Of these phenomena, the unearthly force<BR>
Which can communicate without the aid<BR>
Of some material link or as a shade<BR>
Or poltergeist play mischievous pranks,<BR>
In haunted houses, weird spots or river banks,<BR>
Or grant to some the talent or the means<BR>
To read someone's mind or see distant scenes,<BR>
Or make a prophecy, which now the teams<BR>
Of scholars and psychologists explore<BR>
To know about the occurrences something more.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Whatev'r the aim, in either case we deal<BR>
With mind, a mystery still under seal.<BR>
I think you will agree that life and mind<BR>
Are more than what we know and have behind<BR>
A still unfathomed deep of which we see<BR>
A glimpse in psi, dreams or insanity,<BR>
Also in genius and the wonder child,<BR>
In all these categories covering a wide,<BR>
Unknown territory, about which we<BR>
Are all yet floundering in a plumbless sea.<BR>
<BR><BR>
For skeptics psi phenomena still lack<BR>
Conclusive evidence, immune to attack.<BR>
What is ev'n more surprising is the fact<BR>
That in the past too all did not react<BR>
To them with favor but preferred to treat<BR>
<BR><BR>
Them as mere sleight-of-hand or freakish feat.<BR>
This rather over-critical frame of mind<BR>
Comes from an ego often hard to bind<BR>
To a balanced, rational view about a thing<BR>
Extremely puzzling and bewildering.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Now if the aim of your proposed research<BR>
Be to place psi phenomena on a perch,<BR>
Impregnable, from criticism immune,<BR>
As doubt-free as a visit to the moon,<BR>
It is a laudable project and I send<BR>
Hereby my good wishes for a happy end.<BR>
It certainly will help to clear the doubt<BR>
Which now divides the learned ranks about<BR>
The basic facts concerning life and mind:<BR>
Whether a cosmic stuff or just a kind<BR>
Of epi-phenomenon, a glimmer born<BR>
Of matter, fading when from body torn.<BR>
<BR><BR>
It would be a happy augury for ev'n more<BR>
Sustained attempts to increase the existing store<BR>
Of knowledge on a subject vital for<BR>
Our peace of mind, but due to bad luck or<BR>
An ill-advised indifference from the ranks<BR>
Of scholars and the attempts of atheist cranks,<BR>
Which has become an agitated pool<BR>
Of hot discussions, leaving no one cool.<BR>
<BR><BR>
It is, indeed, an unmistakable sign<BR>
Of grace, of a saving gesture from Divine,<BR>
That in the midst of vice, narcotics, drugs,<BR>
Unbridled lust, crime, charlatans and thugs,<BR>
Which have brought down the spiritual plane<BR>
To mockery, to a dirty trade for gain,<BR>
There are unselfish souls, like you and Gene,<BR>
Who out of live, on this research are keen:<BR>
Love for the neighbor, love for all mankind<BR>
That it may soon to Peace the right way find.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But if, of your research, the final aim<BR>
Is but to harness to man's will and tame<BR>
The conscious forces of nature that create<BR>
The psi phenomena to open the gates<BR>
Of our imagination, and set free<BR>
Those who beyond dry reason cannot see,<BR>
Then I must frankly tell you, though I wish<BR>
You good luck ev'n there, that you cannot fish<BR>
In this stupendous ocean, we call mind,<BR>
An incorporeal force for use to find.<BR>
<BR><BR>
You may experiment a hundred years<BR>
You will be still there, ev'n with whitening hairs,<BR>
Where you stand now, perhaps the more confused,<BR>
For the simple reason that the methods used--<BR>
Methods arising from man's arrogance<BR>
To bring within control when there is a chance,<BR>
The amazing force which operates behind<BR>
These psi phenomena can never find<BR>
The source with ev'n the finest instrument,<BR>
Which man's ingenuity can ev'r invent.<BR>
<BR><BR>
For, my friend, it needs only common sense<BR>
To grasp that as long as we know not whence<BR>
We come ourselves and of what stuff are made,<BR>
How can we know enough about a shade<BR>
Or ghost or spirit or how can we find<BR>
From closer study of a psychic's mind,<BR>
By any kind of probing we may try,<BR>
What substance brings before his inner eye<BR>
The view of distant scenes or how it finds<BR>
The way to read the thoughts in other minds.<BR>
<BR><BR>
For instance, let us say a psychic's brain<BR>
During the exhibitions shows a chain<BR>
Of marked characteristics on a screen,<BR>
A play of light and shade that can be seen,<BR>
Or burst of color or, maybe, of sound,<BR>
Peculiar to the psychic state profound,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Or ev'n admitting there are visible marks<BR>
How can these factors help one who embarks<BR>
On this elusive quest an insight grant<BR>
Into the nature of the force we want<BR>
To know or make subservient to our will,<BR>
Our thirst to assuage, our object to fulfill?<BR>
<BR><BR>
Reactions on material objects and<BR>
Ev'n other evidence that the invisible hand<BR><BR>
<BR>
Of some life-force is clearly at the back<BR>
Of psi will not help us to know the track<BR>
By which we would reach it to gain our end,<BR>
Expose its substance and to our will bend.<BR>
Or ev'n learned methods by which we can train<BR>
The astounding psychic feats an average brain,<BR>
To telepathy or distant traveling in <BR>
One's astral body, maybe, ev'n to win<BR>
Well-guarded secrets from a hostile clime,<BR>
Or change the ruler's mind to avoid in time,<BR>
War and destruction, placing in the hands<BR>
Of psychically better developed lands<BR>
A weapon that can render null and void<BR>
The most destructive engine ev'r employed.<BR>
<BR><BR>
How far have we succeeded in finding out<BR>
What makes a wit superior to a lout,<BR>
What fine organic strains mark out the brain<BR>
Of a genius from that of a rustic swain,<BR>
Why are some minds pre-eminently wise,<BR>
Some just above the plane of animals rise?<BR>
There must be some variation in the brains<BR>
Of intellectuals and the stupid trains,<BR>
So fine that no device designed so far<BR>
Could find out what these differences are,<BR>
A riddle to which science has no clue,<BR>
Although its answer is now overdue.<BR>
<BR><BR>
We now come to an intriguing paradox,<BR>
The world of science split up into blocks.<BR>
<BR><BR>Those who believe in psychical research,<BR>
And those who wish to give it a wide berth,<BR>
In either case no side goes to the root,<BR>
And only at the sky their arrows shoot.<BR>
How can it ev'r be possible when they fail<BR>
To find the cause for variance in the scale<BR>
Of man's intelligence and skill, a near<BR>
And visible target, both in front and rear,<BR>
That they would gain success in dealing with<BR>
Chimeras, phantoms, spooks, some true some myth.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A little thinking for the wise and sane<BR>
Should be enough to make the matter plain<BR>
That psi phenomena are yet so rare,<BR>
And so elusive that no one can dare<BR>
Challenge the skeptics to an open bout,<BR>
All their mistrust and doubt to put to rout,<BR>
No one has dared this mid-day show so far<BR>
Because eccentricity and failure mar<BR>
The truth and genuineness of these displays,<BR>
For they occur in most erratic ways.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The fact that telepathic readings can<BR>
Show positive results, whenev'r we plan<BR>
The communication in a certain way,<BR>
Does not in the least alter what I say.<BR>
Because the man responsive to the thought<BR>
Or one who sends, by whom the feat is wrought,<BR>
Know naught about the gift nor are ev'r sure<BR>
When they would score success, when failure pure<BR>.
The same applies to all clairvoyants too,<BR>
To mediums and psychics, all those who<BR>
Deal with the transcendental and the occult,<BR>
For all these touch a radiation belt,<BR>
Unbounded and far more ethereal than<BR>
The Heaviside belt which is helping man<BR>
To spread his talk or song across the earth,<BR>
His fellow beings to join in grief and mirth.<BR>
<BR><BR>
By no means whatsoev'r, by no device,<BR>
By no endeavor, thought or sacrifice,<BR>
Can you approach this sphere save through a mind,<BR>
By no means save through it to order bind.<BR>
A little further thought must make it clear<BR>
That to control this frontier with no fear<BR>
Of failure, is a super-human feat<BR>
Which we so often as a hobby treat.<BR>
The reason is that for a lengthy span<BR>
The earth has not produced an illumined man<BR>
Of such a stature as could help mankind<BR>
In knowing more about the riddle--mind.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Disparity in brain-power, skill or wit,<BR>
Uplifts some to the sky, makes some unfit,<BR>
Of which we are acutely conscious, but<BR>
Possess no weapon at its root to cut.<BR>
For countless men and women every day<BR>
Their mental handicaps stand in the way<BR>
Of a peaceful, happy and contented life,<BR>
As more than all the struggle and the strife<BR>
They have to face for shelter, clothes and bread,<BR>
Their lack of mental poise fills them with dread.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Far more than an average man or scholar thinks<BR>
Mental disparities, defects and kinks<BR>
Provide the root cause of the countless ills<BR>
Which still infect mankind, whose horror chills<BR>
The heart of every lover of the good<BR>
And pure for only they provide the wood<BR>
For every conflagration which consumes<BR>
In war and bloodshed, with its fire and fumes,<BR>
Large crowds of human beings every year,<BR>
And one ov'r, the other starts to burn and sear.<BR>
<BR><BR>
All wars would end, all strains and tensions cease<BR>
If we could only rid of all disease,<BR>
Defect and fault the boiling human mind,<BR>
Its effervescence into order bind.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But still far from succeeding in this task<BR>
The more our savants try to lift the mask<BR>
The nearer they come to a seething mass,<BR>
Which nor the wisest man nor veriest ass<BR>
Can call his property, possession, goods,<BR>
For no one can predict its changing moods.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The mentally retarded meet our eyes,<BR>
We see their scalding tears, we hear their cries,<BR>
But can we help them have a normal mind<BR>
A better life to live, more joy to find?<BR>
The shape and size of skull does not explain<BR>
The fault, for some have ev'n a normal brain.<BR>
In fact, one of the largest brains ev'r seen<BR>
Belonged to an idiot, not to wisdom keen.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Are we not hopelessly entangled in<BR>
A thorny mass of riddles to the chin,<BR>
When we attempt to unravel, ev'n in part,<BR>
The mystery of mind with all our heart?<BR>
My dear friend, every problem that we face:<BR>
The nuclear horror threatening all the race,<BR>
Upheavals, revolutions and revolts<BR>
Which death spread all around, like thunderbolts,<BR>
The lamentations of the poor and weak,<BR>
The misery of the cretin and the freak,<BR>
The wild-eyed shrieking forms in clinics and<BR>
Ten times their number, now in every land,<BR>
Who live their life out of asylums, but<BR>
Are hunted creatures though they laugh and strut<BR>
They all depict the awful price we pay<BR>
For both our wrong approach and long delay<BR>
In dealing with the mind, for it is not<BR>
Amenable to any methods to which we brought<BR>
To bear on matter, and still more delay<BR>
May whole or part of mankind blow away.<BR>
<BR><BR>
We have this sad position now before<BR>
Our eyes and are unhappy, sick and sore<BR>
<BR><BR>
That human life can have such hideous shades,<BR>
Such grim reminders of plutonean Hades,<BR>
As make compassionate hearts to groan in pain<BR>
In silence, powerless to reverse the chain.<BR>
But do we for miraculous methods try<BR>
To cure these sores staring us in the eye?<BR>
Of hapless, grieving wretches who surround<BR>
Us now and whose cries ov'r the earth resound?<BR>
Or have we done aught in a hundred years<BR>
To help those whose poor brain equipment bears<BR>
Inferior stamps, and who retarded by<BR>
Innate flaws fail to rise, ev'n if they try?<BR>
<BR><BR>
We cannot help them as we cannot change<BR>
The inherent power of the brain nor can its range<BR>
Extend nor ev'n correct the various faults<BR>
Which lead to idiocy or cause the assaults<BR>
Of lunacy nor mend inherited taints<BR>
Not only in the sinners but ev'n in saints.<BR>
<BR><BR>
When all our zeal directed to that end<BR>
The faults and flaws of brain yet could not mend,<BR>
And still we as impotent stand before<BR>
The mind as we were in the days of yore,<BR>
When still our brain and its companion, thought,<BR>
Excite our wonder and discussions hot<BR>
Among the wise, when still the learned train<BR>
Knows not what oil and fuel feed the brain,<BR>
When to the growing threat of mental fault<BR>
We lack the knowledge ev'n to call a halt,<BR>
What cloud of ignorance obstructs our eye,<BR>
So that defeated on earth we attack the sky,<BR>
And try, though eluded by the visible host<BR>
Of mental ills, to catch a melting ghost.<BR>
<BR><BR>
I hope you see how faulty thinking can<BR>
Confuse the mind of ev'n a noble man.<BR>
It is not you alone who miss the way,<BR>
But with you stands the whole esteemed array<BR>
<BR><BR>
Of those psychologists who hope to gain<BR>
Laurels of victory in a new domain,<BR>
Who view the paranormal as a field<BR>
For harvesting a more abundant yield.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But who forget that, when we failed to gain<BR>
Triumphant scores ev'n in the normal plane,<BR>
In paranormal so devoid of strength<BR>
That we can ransack all its breadth and length,<BR>
And hold the precious secret in our palm<BR>
For our exhausting toil a soothing balm.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Forgive me, I do not mean least offense,<BR>
And have myself committed errors, hence<BR>
Am eager to assist because I feel<BR>
That in the subject, with which we now deal,<BR>
There is such great confusion and such chaos<BR>
No wonder if we make mistakes so gross<BR>
As to suppose irreverent reason can<BR>
Fathom the mystery surrounding man.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The psi phenomena, a baffling part<BR>
Of man's environment, though near his heart,<BR>
Like dreams, psychoses, prodigies, genius, trance,<BR>
His area of thought and research enhance.<BR>
They all emerge from but one cosmic Law,<BR>
A psycho-physical one to which I draw<BR>
The attention of the wise, for 'tis the route<BR>
Which in the historical period bore some fruit.<BR>
And by this harvest man has been so blest<BR>
That he now stands upon the glittering crest<BR>
Of progress, still unsure which way to take<BR>
To find the Truth lost in this gilded fake.<BR>
<BR><BR>
From nature's ponderous hand we cannot wrest<BR>
The smallest bit, ev'n if we try our best--<BR>
She lets us have what we are looking for<BR>
In her own time, both during peace and war.<BR>
The Greeks with all their culture to which still<BR>
<BR><BR>
Europe is much indebted for thought and skill,<BR>
Could not discover steam or that great force,<BR>
Electricity our inexhaustible source<BR>
Of power and joy because time was not ripe<BR>
To bring a radical change in human life.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Renaissance woke in Europe at a time<BR>
When Faith's despotic rule was in its prime,<BR>
And not unoften death or torture drowned<BR>
The voice of those on whom her servants frowned.<BR>
In such a climate you could least expect<BR>
A bloom of genius which not only wrecked<BR>
Her citadel, but in it also left<BR>
A guard of skeptics, 'gainst such future threat,<BR>
And this Renaissance-born agnostic force<BR>
Of current nihilist trends is the source.<BR>
<BR><BR>
How could it happen that some ancient climes<BR>
That had come sailing through luxurious primes<BR>
And had to heights of wealth and culture soared<BR>
When Europe housed a raw, barbaric horde,<BR>
Were all defeated in the final race<BR>
When some mysterious Power increased the pace<BR>
Of Europe which a revolution brought<BR>
In human life and all its spheres of thought?<BR>
What Law decides when time's inscrutable hand<BR>
Builds or destroys the glory of a land?<BR>
<BR><BR>

<BR>II
<BR><BR><BR>
Ten thousand scholars working hard to probe<BR>
The mystery of life will only grope<BR>
In darkness, if they still employ the same<BR>
Devices they used nature's forces to tame.<BR>
For in this new domain we come across<BR>
Intelligent forces that do not wave and toss<BR>
Like ocean waters, when hit by a storm,<BR>
But have a will to which we must conform,<BR>
<BR><BR>
If we desire access to secrets which<BR>
We are now searching for our life to enrich.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Remember that in psi phenomena<BR>
We meet an Ocean from which we too draw<BR>
Our life, our mind, intelligence and will,<BR>
As droplets, and that no amount of skill<BR>
Or cleverness on our part can avail<BR>
Against this Cosmic Giant, and hence we fail<BR>
In our attempts, as our approach is wrong,<BR>
For 'tis ridiculous to think we are strong,<BR>
When matched against a Power before which suns<BR>
And earths are pellets shot out from toy guns.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Do not think earth is but a hunting ground,<BR>
Where always something novel can be found,<BR>
With thought, resourcefulness and patient toil,<BR>
Something of profit from the yielding soil,<BR>
To add more to our comfort and delight,<BR>
Or ev'n to our capacity to fight,<BR>
As mankind has been doing through the past,<BR>
Or as we have done both, the atomic blast<BR>
And every luxury one can desire<BR>
To pass life, half in heaven and half in fire,<BR>
For while our bodies in all comfort bide,<BR>
The mind a thorn has always in its side.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Nothing occurs haphazardly by chance<BR>
On earth and no chaotic forces dance.<BR>
The universe in perfect order runs<BR>
From tiny atoms to colossal suns.<BR>
It is the narrow width of our own mind,<BR>
And pride and bias which its thinking bind,<BR>
That to our sight a broader look deny<BR>
And view Creation through a jaundiced eye.<BR>
<BR><BR>
All great achievements, heights and triumphs scored,<BR>
In recent times by us, by which we soared<BR>
To peaks of knowledge, plenitude and wealth,<BR>
<BR><BR>
To broader social orders, freedom, health,<BR>
Were not won solely by our effort, skill<BR>
And wit, but as ordained by Cosmic Will,<BR>
They all were gifted at the proper time,<BR>
Like our own being, under Laws Sublime.<BR>
Can parents help a child when it abides<BR>
In womb. they act their part the end Law decides.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Our great discoveries in material things<BR>
Have turned our head and lent our fancy wings,<BR>
And we imagine we can have at dawn<BR>
Whatev'r we wish or set our hearts upon.<BR>
It is a sheer mistake to imagine that<BR>
Nature will let us grow more proud and fat,<BR>
With some rewarding prize from Life's rich realm,<BR>
To intoxicate us more, and overwhelm<BR>
Our reason and our judgment even more<BR>
Than done already by the prodigious store<BR>
Of our material finds, to form a base<BR>
For a still keener competitive race<BR>
For psychic powers among contesting lands,<BR>
And place dread secrets in the impious hands<BR>
Of ov'r-ambitious rulers and nuclear giants<BR>
To kill humanity like poisoned ants.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A faulty notion at this time prevails<BR>
Among the wise, that only mankind sails,<BR>
Borne by the earth through all primordial space,<BR>
The only clever and intelligent race,<BR>
And many a scholar has it in his head<BR>
That science can do all, ev'n raise the dead,<BR>
And they look forward to a glorious span<BR>
Of sensuous sovereignty for mortal man,<BR>
And in this golden future only miss<BR>
Some steps ahead the visible, yawning abyss<BR>
Of war, and ev'n see not the slightest trace<BR>
Of dangers threatening man from outer space.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Defenseless creatures, whom unbounded Grace<BR>
Raised to the stature of a mighty race,<BR>
Elated by a few discoveries made<BR>
And those too with intuition's gracious aid,<BR>
Now have no reverence for the Almighty Power<BR>
Which keeps them shielded in an ivory tower,<BR>
Where but a moment's break in vigilance<BR>
By living cosmic forces would leave no chance<BR>
For their survival, but they know it not,<BR>
Denied the Vision by much clouded thought.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A fairly long, unbroken, fertile spell<BR>
Of triumphs which continues still to swell,<BR>
In undertakings on the material plane,<BR>
Has somehow stamped the idea on the brain<BR>
Of scholars ev'n that nature is a corpse<BR>
They can into any choice position force,<BR>
Hence in dealing with the realm of mind,<BR>
Have expectations of a similar kind,<BR>
Hoping their effort or a lucky stroke<BR>
Would yield a warming log fire free of smoke.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But we cannot succeed in this exploit<BR>
Since we suppose that we are more adroit<BR>
Than Life's unbounded Wisdom, which behind<BR>
The egoist conscious and unconscious mind<BR>
Of all the teeming millions of our race,<BR>
Has still enough to fill the whole of space,<BR>
Down to the atoms and up to the stars,<BR>
In their rotations, spins, collisions, wars,<BR>
And 'tis this Ocean which we try to trick<BR>
In our conceit, forbidden fruit to pick.<BR>
<BR><BR>
In probing mind or psi phenomena<BR>
We seek approach to a Power which deals out law<BR>
And order to the cosmic multitudes,<BR>
A mind which on the whole creation broods.<BR>
And we should not forget that from this Power<BR>
Arise the living creature, plant and flower,<BR>
<BR><BR>
All bearing marks of flawless workmanship,<BR>
Bound with such causal chains that scholars slip<BR>
And fall, not skilled enough to reconcile<BR>
With perfect Wisdom all the organic pile,<BR>
Forgetting that a wise creation needs<BR>
All kinds, both well-built and mis-shapen breeds.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Do not these psi displays seem oft so strange,<BR>
So freakish and aberrant that we change<BR>
Our mind about them, sometimes feeling sure,<BR>
And sometimes thinking they are too obscure,<BR>
But nev'r imagining it can be a joke,<BR>
A planned maneuver nature uses to stroke<BR>
The fire of our curiosity to turn<BR>
Inwards, new worlds to see, new things to learn.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Those who in Europe, Asia or the States<BR>
Attempt their level best to wrest from Fates<BR>
The Secret of this most mysterious Power<BR>
Would find, like one attempting from a tower<BR>
To bring down from the sky a twinkling star,<BR>
The power where 'tis now, and themselves where they are,<BR>
Ev'n after scores of years, if out of pride<BR>
They do not on a change of mind decide.<BR>
<BR><BR>
For man's own safety and to keep him from<BR>
Intelligent, evil forces which rage and storm<BR>
Through all creation, scattered far and wide,<BR>
The forces which ev'n in his unconscious bide,<BR>
Come to the surface in nightmarish dreams,<BR>
In war hysteria, phobia, evil schemes,<BR>
In fraud and swindle and all that contrives<BR>
To kill, disorient or mar human lives,<BR>
It is expedient he should keep aloof<BR>
From these bizarre events save to gain proof,<BR>
Or serve the cause of knowledge in some way,<BR>
And not to win control, establish sway<BR>
Or idly tamper with these awful powers<BR>
For their recoil is worse than nuclear showers<BR>.
<BR><BR>
Let us suppose awareness of the psi<BR>
Becomes more common, and we too stand high<BR>
As pioneers in yet another science,<BR>
Far more alluring than the older ones,<BR>
A wondrous science that can help us mold<BR>
Another mind to our choice and unfold<BR>
Its secrets: all its hid, most intimate thought,<BR>
Of which now ev'n a glimpse cannot be caught,<BR>
Expose the moving, dancing, flashing forms<BR>
Of lust, desire, ambition and the storms<BR>
Of grief and anger, also fun and chaff,<BR>
A simmering earthen pot whose lid is off.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Soon a new era will dawn on the earth,<BR>
And mankind will find naught of greater worth<BR>
Than this amazing art which at no price<BR>
Can work unthought-of magic in a trice,<BR>
Put into shade the greatest wonder wrought<BR>
By science, and but with the power of thought<BR>
One can reach New York from Greece in a wink,<BR>
See what is happening there, what people think,<BR>
Or make an astral visit to the moon<BR>
Or Mars or Jupiter and with this boon<BR>
Avoid the immense cost and the enormous loss<BR>
Of time and labor spent to send across,<BR>
Vast lengths of yawning space, heroic men,<BR>
Who risk their lives for this trip now and then.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The secret will not stay unknown for long,<BR>
Confined to but a chosen, learned throng,<BR>
Nor will but one race, group or country hold<BR>
It ev'r inviolate and nev'r unfold.<BR>
For as soon as our hard attempts succeed<BR>
The news will cover earth with lightning speed,<BR>
Everywhere gathering breathless crowds agog<BR>
With them, on doorsteps and roadsides in fog<BR>
And rain ev'n, into each others' ear will drum<BR>
The glad news that the Psychic-Age has come.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The adventurous and the ambitious will not let<BR>
Grass grow under their feet, but soon will set<BR>
Themselves with all their heart and soul to learn<BR>
The secret, to immediate use to turn.<BR>
When flying saucers kept mankind alert<BR>
For many years, and thousands rushed to assert<BR>
Their truth, but later in a calmer frame<BR>
Of mind, but few now substantiate the same,<BR>
Still if newspapers again begin to write<BR>
Thousands will 'gain the speeding dishes sight.<BR>
<BR><BR>
What wonder then that mind-discoveries will<BR>
Excitement raise to boiling pitch, and thrill<BR>
Mankind has yet, no other find has done,<BR>
Enthuse and grip the heart of every one.<BR>
<BR><BR>
We can be sure that, once the rumor spreads<BR>
That such a method can change hearts and heads,<BR>
Of all and sundry in a way we choose<BR>
Millions will join the chase for a wild goose,<BR>
And ev'n if only a few gain their end<BR>
The fact will not affect the general trend,<BR>
Till in addition to existing vice<BR>
This foul art will exact a greater price,<BR>
A greater toll of precious human lives,<BR>
And cause more havoc than all guns and knives.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A sinister world of foul, ambitious dreams<BR>
Will spread before the eyes of ruling teams.<BR>
The poorer states that lack the nuclear dart<BR>
Will wildly snatch at this infernal art,<BR>
Intrigue and conspiracy, agents, spies<BR>
With all their store of treachery, tricks and lies--<BR>
The high distinction of enlightened realms<BR>
And of the galaxies that hold their helms--<BR>
Will spread all ov'r the earth a wider plague,<BR>
And blight, more common, than in tropics ague,<BR>
When lurking spies and agents trained to it<BR>
Each other will with mental arrows hit,<BR>
<BR><BR>
And black magician armies, day and night,<BR>
Among themselves a ghostly war will fight,<BR>
Killed or disabled in mysterious ways<BR>
With thought, converted into murderous rays.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Occult academies to teach the art<BR>
Will spring up overnight in every part<BR>
Of earth, as urge for power and wealth will leave<BR>
No stone unturned to learn the art to weave<BR>
The spells, or how to concentrate the mind<BR>
With well-directed thought success to find,<BR>
And none will gain more plaudits and applause<BR>
Than those who can the greatest mischief cause,<BR>
For deadly fear of irreparable harm,<BR>
Caused from a distance with a lethal charm,<BR>
Will keep the boldest critics dumb with fear,<BR>
But loud in praise when these mind-pests are near.<BR>
This sounds surprising but do we not see<BR>
How nuclear pest has won supremacy.<BR>
<BR><BR>
New hope will come to disappointed love<BR>
To change the heart of his reluctant dove,<BR>
For fleshpots and the lovelorn it will soon<BR>
Become the rage, the most sought after boon,<BR>
The most delightful hobby that can bring<BR>
New hope to life, new joy to dance and sing,<BR>
As one can now with swooning rapture fold,<BR>
Ev'n if most ugly, sick or old,<BR>
Into one's arms the most bewitching lass<BR>
With but a thought ray or magnetic pass.<BR>
<BR><BR>
And who can dare resist, who can deny<BR>
The power of Cupid when his arrows fly<BR>
To pierce the yielding heart of amorous men<BR>
And dames. With such a power before their ken<BR>
Would they not grab at this alluring art<BR>
To press the sweetheart to their throbbing heart?<BR>
And would not hardened libertines and rakes<BR>
From early years, when youthful love awakes,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Corrupt the morals of young girls and boys,<BR>
Blasting fresh lives for their own transient joys?<BR>
<BR><BR>
A prickly bed of thorns, a burning sore<BR>
Would always keep on smarting at the core<BR>
Of hearts, united in conjugal love,<BR>
For like the lightning, striking from above,<BR>
A sudden change may make one of them turn<BR>
Towards another or intensely burn<BR>
For someone else, one whose enchanting skill<BR>
Makes him or her obedient to his will.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Since countless dames and men will make the art<BR>
The dominating passion of their heart,<BR>
To function as a means to calm the surge<BR>
Of love, a most predominant basic urge,<BR>
Mankind will soon become a stormy mass<BR>
Of mental waves which will pass and repass<BR>
From one brain to the other, and again<BR>
Towards the sender from another brain,<BR>
An aweful crisscross of attacking rays,<BR>
A tense bombardment lasting nights and days,<BR>
Consider what would be the sorry state<BR>
Of men's brains when exerted at this rate?<BR>
Will not the whole race, with a hopeless sigh<BR>
At this uncanny madness, too soon die?<BR>
<BR><BR>
The rulers guided by clairvoyant teams,<BR>
Informed by astral visits and their dreams,<BR>
Confused or ev'n mistaken in the heat<BR>
Of passion or excitement may defeat<BR>
The very purpose for which they were trained,<BR>
For lust and passion are in man ingrained,<BR>
And, far from being a dependable arm,<BR>
May, more than good, do irretrievable harm.<BR>
Or scores of Rasputins, exciting hate<BR>
And fear, with their devices may create<BR>
Such chaos and confusion in a land<BR>
That it may like a fallen mansion stand,<BR>
<BR><BR>
A house divided, in which no one cares,<BR>
Out of spite, to mend cracks and do repairs.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A thousand missiles, each one deadlier than<BR>
The deadliest, cannot do such harm to man,<BR>
As will be done if spells and magic reign<BR>
To cause suspense and fear in the human brain.<BR>
For every nation and her ruling heads<BR>
Will have no peace or rest, ev'n in their beds,<BR>
When once they know invisible powers can strike<BR>
Them flat, whenev'r and where their enemies like.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>III
<BR><BR><BR>
One may say there will be good uses too<BR>
By countless people, straightforward and true,<BR>
Which will repay for any damage wrought<BR>
By wicked ones who can be traced and brought<BR>
To book, when governments become alert<BR>
And ov'r the sorcerers their will assert,<BR>
Establish laws and rules to keep in check<BR>
The miscreants who peace and joy would wreck,<BR>
Who use willpower to force conscientious fold<BR>
To assuage their lust, to live beneath their yoke.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Who can deny when lent to proper use<BR>
These gifts will open other avenues<BR>
For man's delight, prosperity and wealth,<BR>
Enhance his mental power, improve his health,<BR>
Reveal new realms and new ways for his thought<BR>
To escape the rut in which it now is caught,<BR>
Bring healthy change in all the spheres of life,<BR>
And prove untrue misleading notions rife<BR>
About life and mind, about soul and God,<BR>
To clear this realm of error, lies and fraud.<BR>
In short, it will be a blessing in disguise<BR>
If lure of psychic gifts make people wise<BR>
<BR><BR>
About the eternal world of life and mind<BR>
An anchor for their restless search to find.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But if we see the world as it exists,<BR>
And do not lose our judgment in the mists<BR>
Of optimism, we can distinctly see<BR>
The harvest of this science in a free<BR>
And highly competitive social field,<BR>
When once life forces their key secret yield.<BR>
For soon it will pass into unholy use,<BR>
And prove a gold mine for the earth's refuse<BR>
And scum to pose at once a greater threat<BR>
To all the things on which we value set,<BR>
Than nuclear weapons for the foes can work<BR>
Unseen, and in each nook and corner lurk.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Will not the human lust and passion find<BR>
A strong companion in this power of mind,<BR>
And common vices, envy, hate and greed<BR>
Make higher profit ev'n with greater speed?<BR>
For most men seldom work for truth and right<BR>
As they do out of jealousy and spite.<BR>
And ev'n the knowledge that a mental dart<BR>
Would need laborious work to learn the art,<BR>
The crowds of cheats and ruffians, and the slaves<BR>
To ambition and lust, would choose early graves,<BR>
From killing labor, rather than resign<BR>
The alluring products of this golden mine.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Full many scholars who would hate to soil<BR>
Their hands with this occult research and toil,<BR>
Involved in studying psi phenomena<BR>
Now that Russia has entered the arena,<BR>
Only for fear that he might gain a start,<BR>
So strongly urge and take a leading part,<BR>
That those who from the start had it in mind<BR>
Their sudden change of heart amusing find.<BR>
Our mind, in scholars ev'n, is often prone<BR>
To evaluate a thing, not for its own<BR>
<BR><BR>
Merit, but mostly how it would affect<BR>
Our values, tastes, opinions, ev'n our sect.<BR>
<BR><BR>
In Grecian Mysteries, Egyptian rites,<BR>
In magic and the occult at many sites,<BR>
The psi phenomena you wish to explore<BR>
Caused deep religious awe and, what is more,<BR>
Provided evidence for afterlife,<BR>
But often helped by superstitions rife<BR>
In those dark ages and uncritical times,<BR>
Placed in the hands of priests in various climes,<BR>
A weapon they could for their gain abuse,<BR>
When possible by imposture, trick and ruse.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The modern record, too, is full of fraud<BR>
And trickery practiced in the name of God<BR>
And soul and but a few among the names<BR>
Of sensitives and mediums, whose claims<BR>
To paranormal gifts were put to test,<BR>
Could set the investigator's doubts at rest.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Knowledge of human nature, ev'r so slight,<BR>
Should teach us to keep it nev'r out of sight,<BR>
That ev'n the holiest mission, cause or aim<BR>
Can quickly turn into a selfish game,<BR>
Unless the mind is purged of lust and greed,<BR>
The reason why the anointed stressed the need<BR>
For inner cleaning so that when endowed<BR>
With these adornments, rare among the crowd,<BR>
The beneficiary should retain his poise<BR>
And not be swept off by these dangerous toys.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The present ethical structure of the race,<BR>
A tottering mansion with a hollow base,<BR>
In which they talk of goodness, truth and right,<BR>
But do the opposite when out of sight.<BR>
We know too well, perhaps, the sorry game,<BR>
Religion, God and worship but in name.<BR>
Profession, politics, trade and commerce,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Ev'n knowledge and art serve to fill the purse.<BR>
A prodigal world where increasing need<BR>
The measure of the earth may soon exceed,<BR>
In which acts are judged by the harvest brought,<BR>
And all is fair in daily battles fought.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The best examples in the public eye,<BR>
Who oft for peace and justice cry,<BR>
Are rulers and the pillars of our states,<BR>
For whose each word the nation tensely waits,<BR>
Aloof and solemn, with imposing looks,<BR>
Discussed in daily papers, journals, books,<BR>
Cheered, listened to and honored by the crowds,<BR>
Declamatory and loud, like thunder clouds,<BR>
Whose smiling face shows no trace of the plots<BR>
Which blood and carrion spread at luckless spots.<BR>
Ev'n ghastly bloodbaths, where they millions kill,<BR>
Excite no pity, no heart with horror chill,<BR>
Among the statesmen, when diplomacy<BR>
Forbids their ears to hear and their eyes to see.<BR>
<BR><BR>
This is our world in which the highest prize,<BR>
The brightest chances for unlimited rise,<BR>
Honor and fame fall mostly to the share<BR>
Of those whose ends use means that are not fair.<BR>
A sorry world in which each decade brings<BR>
No nearer happy summers, falls and springs,<BR>
Or winters ev'n because the path we tread,<BR>
Away from soul, towards rich carnal bread,<BR>
Is dangerous slippery, all against the Law,<BR>
To which I, of the elite, attention draw.<BR>
<BR><BR>
This is the glamorous topsy-turvy world<BR>
In which our dormant conscience still lies curved,<BR>
Like human embryos, in the prodigious womb<BR>
Of Knowledge, now grown into a catacomb,<BR>
Wherein no cell has ev'n a gleam of light<BR>
To show which side our way lies--left or right.<BR>
A sad world in which rank confusion reigns,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Because among the most intelligent brains<BR>
There is disharmony and clash of views<BR>
About an issue on which ethics lives:<BR>
Is man a short-lived, carnal frame<BR>
Which nev'r will know what it is, whence it came,<BR>
What is the purpose of its earthly round,<BR>
Will it end here or somewhere else is bound:<BR>
For other worlds of being, there to seek<BR>
A more rewarding life beyond the creek,<BR>
A shoreless ocean in which, when he dives,<BR>
He gains the experience of a million lives?<BR>
<BR><BR>
In such confusion and din, who can bind<BR>
To harmony and order human mind?<BR>
In which a thousand voices shout at once<BR>
Directions, some even at the point of guns,<BR>
In which each scholar oft believes that he<BR>
Has learnt, more or less, all that there can be,<BR>
Where every year a thousand books disclose<BR>
As many fronts, as many problems pose,<BR>
With their divergent shades of scattered thought,<BR>
Hoping the multi-hued mosaic wrought<BR>
Would educate, inform and train the mind,<BR>
The highway to a happy life to find.<BR>
Would you a mind to instruct, inform and calm<BR>
Prescribe the Tower of Babel as a balm?<BR>
<BR><BR>
What hope can you see for a world distraught<BR>
By hundreds of conflicting streams of thought?<BR>
The growing vagrancy, indiscipline,<BR>
Promiscuity and disaffection in<BR>
The youth stem from the fact that they are not<BR>
Harmoniously united in their thought.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Our study and experience are the means<BR>
To peer with practice through the organic screens,<BR>
Which keep a droplet from a Boundless Main<BR>
Connected to the body through its brain.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The object of the evolutionary drive<BR>
Is that the embodied soul should learn to dive<BR>
Into the Deep, of which he is a drop,<BR>
To reap a more and more abundant crop<BR>
Of knowledge, for man has but made a start<BR>
Towards a peak, if he plays well his part<BR>
Where such a feast is spread before his eyes,<BR>
That nothing of the earth nor of the skies<BR>
Compares to it, where, brighter than the sun,<BR>
The cosmos fuses with the Eternal One.<BR>
<BR><BR>
This is the Path, the pre-determined course<BR>
Man has to follow close to reach the Source,<BR>
Shut from which, like a cloud-obstructed ray<BR>
Of light, he lives on the earth, back to find his way,<BR>
To win, against nigh insurmountable odds,<BR>
The lofty stature of terrestrial gods.<BR>
All our attainments, all our inventions made,<BR>
Mark our promotion to a higher grade,<BR>
And are the accessories we all shall need<BR>
To extend our vision, to increase our speed,<BR>
For at each step of this immortal route<BR>
We shall show more of god and less of brute.<BR>
<BR><BR>
My dear friend, such a world of deep surprise,<BR>
Beyond our reason, fancy and surmise,<BR>
Our life, the earth and every thing around<BR>
Hold veiled in them that knowledge nev'r can sound<BR>
Its depth. We live shut in a bewildering maze,<BR>
A bed of mysteries beyond our gaze.<BR>
Out of this labyrinth but one path leads,<BR>
Through stones and boulders, nettles, thorns and weeds,<BR>
Towards the Light. This one and only Light<BR>
Evolving mankind must keep well in sight,<BR>
And nature ev'r ensures that this lone route,<BR>
While scholars theorize, wrangle and dispute,<BR>
With timely hints, becomes known to mankind,<BR>
And these hints we in Revelation find.<BR>
<BR><BR>
There is no other path, no other route:<BR>
The millions running round us bear no fruit.<BR>
Howev'r hard pompous Knowledge tries to peep,<BR>
Into this Wisdom, this unfathomed Deep,<BR>
It will return defeated from the quest<BR>
Until it does the ov'r-wrought mind divest<BR>
Of every ounce of superfluous thought,<BR>
To clear the conflict and confusion wrought,<BR>
And dive within into the Eternal Fount<BR>
Of Wisdom, of which it takes no account,<BR>
It would find all its learning, skill and art,<BR>
And infinitely more, from them apart,<BR>
Already waiting to be fished, like pearls,<BR>
Below the never quiet whirls and swirls<BR>
Of passion and desire which hide from view<BR>
The Ocean of whose drops it drinks a few.<BR>
<BR><BR>
From immemorial times a firm belief,<BR>
With bigotry, delusion, bloodshed, grief,<BR>
Born of the lusts which our mind abounds,<BR>
And often goes to extremes on trifling grounds,<BR>
A strong grip always kept on the human brain<BR>
That there exists a Law, a Higher Plane,<BR>
Or God to which we mortals have to find<BR>
Access with purer conduct, chastened mind<BR>
And sundry disciplines to mold our heart<BR>
And head to act, in life, a nobler part.<BR>
Some mode of conduct, discipline, belief,<BR>
Ideals and doctrines constitute the chief<BR>
Ways of behavior which they called the "Path"<BR>
Proper attention to which avoided scath.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Unluckily we have denounced as false,<BR>
With logic and derision, hisses, catcalls,<BR>
This Path to safety, peace, contentment, love<BR>
Which nev'r was reasoned but came from above.<BR>
The racial mind that knows the target set<BR>
Reveals it and reminds lest we forget.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The Dama of Buddhists, of Muslims Sarat<BR>
The Ten Commandments and the Christian Path,<BR>
Dharma of Hindus and Zoroastrian Law<BR>
From it their strength and all authority draw.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Long ages before, when knowledge had not grown<BR>
So vast and science had not grabbed the throne,<BR>
Religion, with all its faults, reigned supreme<BR>
For thousands of years, holding to its dream,<BR>
Defective still, about an earthly life,<BR>
Rich in ideals for a nobler strife.<BR>
It is incredible that a knowledge born<BR>
Of long experience from the very morn<BR>
Of culture, some raw scholars of this age,<BR>
Who its immense importance could not gauge,<BR>
Denounced unwisely, with no probe or test,<BR>
As pure delusion or brown mental rust.<BR>
And in this sorry way reduced to naught<BR>
A lesson by ages of experience taught.<BR>
<BR><BR><BR>

IV
<BR><BR><BR>
It is by this path and this path alone<BR>
That human mind to lust and passion prone,<BR>
When left unbridled can be made to adjust<BR>
Itself to a conduct which it follow must.<BR>
The racial mind at every critical stage,<BR>
Cut to the mental stature of the age,<BR>
Using a more or less adjusted brain,<BR>
Makes known the allotted path 'gain and again,<BR>
Unwise denouncement of our faith and belief<BR>
Which many a skeptic scholar made his chief<BR>
Effective weapon to destroy the base<BR>
Of our religions, has confused the race.<BR>
And in this earth-wide atmosphere of doubt,<BR>
When some for and some 'gainst religion shout,<BR>
Whose tongue can dare defend faith and aver<BR>
That truth is on his side and the others err.<BR>
<BR><BR>
And if one dares who will put trust in him,<BR>
When other tongues dub what he says as whim?<BR>
<BR><BR>
We have a duty, in importance, prime<BR>
To end this greatest scourge of our time<BR>
Which, left uncurbed, would so corrupt mankind<BR>
And set up such a rot in the human mind<BR>
That what we see now happening everywhere,<BR>
Immoral traffic, drugs, deception, fear,<BR>
Would seem a trickle near to what would be<BR>
A river sweeping ov'r our progeny.<BR>
<BR><BR>
To great ideals, noble causes and<BR>
Missions but few now lend a helping hand,<BR>
That too due to conventions from the past,<BR>
Which are now losing their grip rather fast.<BR>
The world is sinking as it has lost hold<BR>
Of images which only mind can mold,<BR>
And anchorless, the intellectual food<BR>
Which it receives, subject to changing mood,<BR>
Is at the bottom of the mental riot,<BR>
No healer can control howev'r adroit.<BR>
<BR><BR>
There is no greater good that can be done,<BR>
If safety of the race is to be won,<BR>
Than, by the most effective means, to ignite<BR>
A flame of harmony that would unite<BR>
The battling armies of conflicting views,<BR>
The fighting hosts of contradictory news,<BR>
Which fall on mankind like a locust swarm,<BR>
And do to evolving brain enormous harm.<BR>
<BR><BR>
There still are secrets in our mortal frames,<BR>
Of which ev'n scholars, whose distinguished names<BR>
Resound through earth, know next to nothing yet,<BR>
Some so dogmatic they would stake a bet<BR>
That no such secret, as I hold, exists,<BR>
And some may ev'n defend their stand with fists,<BR>
For some men study, not for study's sake,<BR>
<BR><BR>
With growing knowledge their deep thirst to slake,<BR>
But for distinction, for reward and name,<BR>
And take it as a challenge to their fame<BR>
If some one dares impute a glaring lack:<BR>
It causes annoyance and provokes attack.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The mere admission that our brain evolves,<BR>
Towards a predetermined goal, involves<BR>
So many factors, raises such a host<BR>
Of issues, nearest and the outermost,<BR>
That almost every branch of knowledge would<BR>
Suffer some change, and have some further food<BR>
For thought and fresh experiments to move<BR>
Out of the present rather narrow groove.<BR>
This is necessary if we wish to avoid<BR>
The race becoming a hopeless paranoid,<BR>
Each of us with a serious mental kink<BR>
When what we do, design, determine, think<BR>
Is in discordance with the changes in<BR>
The brain. Hence Revelation called them sin.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Before the birth of reason animal man,<BR>
Controlled by instinct had no need to scan<BR>
His thought and act, instinctively guided in<BR>
Accordance with the processes within.<BR>
But now as master of his thought and act<BR>
He has to exercise his will with tact,<BR>
Assisted by his knowledge of the brain<BR>
And all accessories, his mind to train<BR>
To that point of self-governance where he<BR>
Does not disturb the inner harmony.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The reason why I have so freely dwelt<BR>
On this important point is that I felt<BR>
It was most necessary to make it plain<BR>
That any view, accepting that the brain<BR>
Is still in evolution, must take stock<BR>
Of this, that each disturbance, thrill or shock<BR>
And every prick of conscience can affect<BR>
<BR><BR>
The inner processes we nev'r suspect.<BR>
It is because the modern world has lost<BR>
Touch with this Wisdom that it pays the cost<BR>
In crime and war, in countless mental ills<BR>
Which nor physicians nor wits nor the skills<BR>
Of politicians can eradicate,<BR>
Save with the knowledge of the trend innate<BR>
Which draws mankind towards a glorious life,<BR>
Distinct from all the ideas and notions rife,<BR>
A life of close internal link with God,<BR>
While working hard but rightly with the sod<BR>.
<BR><BR>
Pray do consider what is of more worth:<BR>
To search each nook and corner of the earth<BR>
For psi phenomena we cannot solve<BR>
Till we the riddle of our brain resolve,<BR>
Or to devote our mind, resources and skill<BR>
This serious gap in knowledge soon to fill.<BR>
To find a Truth which can unite mankind,<BR>
Religion and science in kinship bind,<BR>
And end the clash between believers in<BR>
Divine and non-believers too to win<BR>
A safe, united world, convinced about<BR>
The basic vital issues, now in doubt,<BR>
Inviting scholars to write what they please<BR>
To cause disharmony which too will cease.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Believe me when I say that you will gain<BR>
Blessings of hungry crowds which now, in vain,<BR>
Make door to door search, round the planet seek<BR>
To find from some one who has touched the Peak,<BR>
The answers to Life's eternal riddles which,<BR>
In some, a thirst, drawn to the highest pitch,<BR>
That keeps them restless, pray to hopes and fears,<BR>
Or constant disappointments ending in tears.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Not only will this Truth mankind unite,<BR>
And keep religion and science out of fight,<BR>
But also promise great ideals for youth<BR>
To plant them on the way to right and Truth,<BR>
<BR><BR>Extend to the aged strength and hope to meet<BR>
The challenge of Death, him with smiles to greet,<BR>
For this research will prove what has been said<BR>
By all enlightened sages, alive or dead,<BR>
That Cosmic Consciousness, as human soul,<BR>
Return to pristine glory makes its goal.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The awareness that an Eternal Fount of Life<BR>
Is latent in us in the grieving wife,<BR>
Husband, child, parent, kith or friend will help<BR>
To ov'rcome sorrow, lessen love for pelf<BR>
And power, remove the fear of death, disclose<BR>
The path to glorious Life Divine to those<BR>
Who, nearer to the evolutionary Peak,<BR>
From birth, intensely Illumination seek,<BR>
And prove the most sublime incentive for<BR>
Self-mastery which only can end war.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Research on psi phenomena will not<BR>
Provide incentive to ennoble thought<BR>
Or purify heart, ev'n if they are proved,<BR>
Nor pleasure seeking mortals will be moved<BR>
From their existing rut by any means<BR>
That make no end of grief and death-bed scenes.<BR>
And do not lend a more alluring field<BR>
For man's eternal quest to find a shield<BR>
Against disease, decay, want death and pain,<BR>
All of them targets for the evolving brain.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The deep desire aflame in human hearts,<BR>
Which often from the earliest childhood starts,<BR>
When lost in wonder, with wide open eyes,<BR>
Listening to fairy tales of brighter skies<BR>
And happier earth, the excited darlings hear<BR>
Or read avidly of folk, far and near,<BR>
Who graceful and angelic, borne on wings,<BR>
Roam at their pleasure, have all the things<BR>
<BR><BR>
They like, live in perennial peace and joy,<BR>
Unaging youthful men and maidens coy.<BR>
<BR><BR>
A little older and their interest veers<BR>
Towards invincible heroes, magic-gears,<BR>
And wonder-men whose super-human feats<BR>
They with excited fancy, rapid beats<BR>
Of heart and fired imagination read,<BR>
Enthused and warmed by every valorous deed,<BR>
Become one with the hero of the tale,<BR>
The roam the planet and in spacecraft sail<BR>
To distant orbs, unconquered, dauntless, strong,<BR>
Chivalrous, kind, benign, detesting wrong,<BR>
Of future man, to rise from finer breeds.<BR>
<BR><BR>
And this has happened from man's savage past,<BR>
So full of travail we view it aghast,<BR>
Invisible spirits, gods, life in all things,<BR>
Miraculous powers, theocratic chiefs and kings,<BR>
Beginning first from crudest concepts born<BR>
In paleolithic man, before the morn<BR>
Of history, in later prophet, sage<BR>
And seer became refined, now in our age,<BR>
Lost in the flood of reason--a trick of fate--<BR>
They fresh refinement and revival wait.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The ideas of sirens, goblins, elves and nymphs,<BR>
Point to creations we oft never glimpse.<BR>
But their existence in the racial mind<BR>
The same significance carries behind,<BR>
Namely man's contact with invisible planes<BR>
Of boundless life, beyond the average brains.<BR>
The same significance which fairy tales,<BR>
The invincible wonder man, who never fails,<BR>
Belief in sprites and souls in primitive mind,<BR>
Endowed with prowess of a miraculous kind,<BR>
The ideas of angels, Devas, heavenly gods<BR>
Gird with invincible powers to ov'rcome odds,<BR>
Which form a part of man's religious faiths,<BR>
<BR><BR>
Are not pure fancy--shadows seen as wraiths--<BR>
But vague foretellers of a future state<BR>
Which mankind will gain, as decreed by fate,<BR>
To sojourn on earth as a godly race,<BR>
And thence to people other earths in space.<BR>
<BR>
Too much of intellectual study mars<BR>
The healthy growth of mind and tightly bars<BR>
The door to thoughts and fancies of the child,<BR>
Whom we take lightly with amusement mild.<BR>
But we forget that our amazing brain<BR>
Was all complete ere we began to train<BR>
And teach ourselves, that it can yield some clue<BR>
Not only to our past but future too.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Terrestrial consciousness in it contains,<BR>
Not open yet to our imperfect brains,<BR>
The store of future also, like the past,<BR>
In all its rich detail from first to last,<BR>
And glimpses of this filter through the brains<BR>
Not tightly bound by intellectual chains,<BR>
Of children and the primitive, also those<BR>
Who to inner guidance their mind do not close.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The biting skepticism and eating doubt,<BR>
Now all our moral horde are throwing out,<BR>
And cynicism, deriding God and soul,<BR>
Is burying faith forev'r, complete and whole.<BR>
Ideals built with ages of sweat and toil<BR>
They have distorted or are out to spoil.<BR>
This vandalism has left no goal before<BR>
Mankind, except to multiply the store<BR>
Of wealth, possession, power, excitement, thrill<BR>
The surest way the evolving brain to fill<BR>
With wrong ideas and aims that form the base<BR>
Of serious dangers staring in the face<BR>
Of ruler, statesman, scholar, thinker, priest,<BR>
Who see but can't avert it in the least.<BR>
<BR><BR>
There is the danger of a nuclear war<BR>
Which, though it seems unlikely, is not far.<BR>
Then ev'n catastrophes from outer space<BR>
May visit earth, imperiling the race.<BR>
Then there is the evil of the sorry mess,<BR>
Affecting all the countries more or less,<BR>
The new-born wagonload of mushroom creeds<BR>
Of crazy, spurious and hysteric breeds,<BR>
The host of Hydras sprung up from the blood<BR>
Of major faiths, which trampled in the mud<BR>
By skeptic pens, without providing first<BR>
A substitute New Faith to allay the thirst<BR>
For the Unseen, a natural urge in man<BR>
Which naught can thwart, arrest, put under ban.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Therefore the already gathering storm of mind<BR>
In some calamity a vent will find.<BR>
The race will face a most disastrous span<BR>
Of time, for man is disbelieving man,<BR>
And for this reason all the earth has turned<BR>
Into a war camp, where those rules are spurned<BR>
Which once confined war to the combatants,<BR>
Now changed to include the aged, sick, dames and infants.<BR>
<BR><BR>
Each passing year nearer and nearer brings<BR>
The day when nuclear wasps will use their stings,<BR>
Each one preparing for the fatal day,<BR>
While swearing that it for peace paves the way.<BR>
Thus kept in dark the people, gay and smart,<BR>
Hardly aware that but a spark will start<BR>
A chain of horrors, in the nick of time,<BR>
Which will not be allowed by Grace sublime,<BR>
To cause extinction of the afflicted race,<BR>
Which awful loss and suffering has to face.<BR>
<BR><BR>
I have put this on record to remain<BR>
A monument to witness that man's brain<BR>
By Grace Divine can into future see,<BR>
And, when allowed, to voice a prophecy.<BR>
<BR><BR>
The racial mind at times of greatest stress<BR>
When, as the fruit of self-created mess,<BR>
The race is threatened, in responsive brains,<BR>
In which a future happening entry gains,<BR>
Attempts to sound a warning note in time,<BR>
Which to the sensitive minds in every clime,<BR>
Come as forebodings, waking or in dreams,<BR>
And in some way affect their normal streams<BR>
Of thought, creating feelings of alarm,<BR>
Or sense of danger and impending harm.<BR>
But in the ferment of our age, the boon<BR>
Is ignored, and the hints forgotten soon.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But in the seers, whose well adjusted brain<BR>
Is always close to Life's eternal Main,<BR>
The warning comes both in the vision seen,<BR>
And its inspired expression, as has been<BR>
The case with those illumined prophets, whose<BR>
Inspired words soothe, inspire us and enthuse.<BR>
They live in touch with subtler planes of life,<BR>
And though attentive to the earthly strife,<BR>
Possess an inner life of peace and bliss,<BR>
And have the experience which most scholars miss,<BR>
That knowledge seeps into the human brain<BR>
From an Oceanic Store, a boundless Main<BR>
Of Being, whereof each drop, near and far,<BR>
Contains all Wisdom, one there where you are.<BR>
<BR><BR>
May Heaven bless those, whose sympathetic heart<BR>
In this good cause would like to take a part,<BR>
And help avert the approaching frightful scenes,<BR>
With well-applied thought, action and the means.<BR>
For nothing is impossible for Grace<BR>
To undo or do at its own time and place.<BR>
The danger threatens as mankind defies<BR>
The Eternal Law of Life, upon which lies<BR>
A glorious future, by wrong act and thought,<BR>
And must needs reap the harvest on the spot.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But Grace and Mercy can undo, indeed,<BR>
A vicious harvest of our thought and deed,<BR>
As Life Eternal is Herself the Cause<BR>
Of all the actions, actors and the laws.<BR>
<BR><BR>
No change is needed no ov'rhauling sweep<BR>
Is called for: only bring conviction deep<BR>
That there exists a God and Higher Life,<BR>
And let this faith be firm, broad-based and rife,<BR>
To wake afresh the innate religious awe<BR>
Of Heavenly Justice and Celestial Law,<BR>
Not fear of God, no unhealthy cramping ties,<BR>
Only that ov'r us, like the ambient skies,<BR>
Omniscient eyes see all our act and thought,<BR>
And soon amazing changes would be wrought.<BR>
Let us assume a moment that the probe<BR>
Of psi phenomena reveals a globe,<BR>
Around the earth, of living forces we name<BR>
As Psychic Energy we try to tame<BR>
To extend dominion ov'r the forces of life<BR>
To have whatev'r we long for in our strife.<BR>
<BR><BR>
But will this not add to our longings, too,<BR>
And leave some unfulfilled whatev'r we do?<BR>
With all the store of luxuries since gained<BR>
Have we eradicated lust, ingrained<BR>
In human nature, and contentment brought<BR>
To people so that now much is not sought?<BR>
Have not our victories increased the fire<BR>
So that we now to impossible things aspire?<BR>
<BR><BR>
Let us suppose again that we succeed<BR>
In this adventure, gain a precious meed:<BR>
A live electricity which we can bind<BR>
And use to win whatev'r we have in mind,<BR>
All our ambitious targets and desires<BR>
And all whatev'r we wish to quench the fires<BR>
Of lust and passion, to feel proud and gay:<BR>
Have all delights, thrills and sensations, day<BR>
And night, until the flame of life expires<BR>
<BR><BR>
And sodden earth extinguishes all our fires,<BR>
Do you think we will prove a happy race<BR>
And in creation have an Honored Place?<BR>
Or as a host of foul magicians<BR>
Would meet the fate of lost Atlanteans.<BR>
<BR><BR>
May Grace Divine avert the nearing threat<BR>
Of war, and on the road to safety set<BR>
Benighted mankind, and guide her elite<BR>
To choose the Path to Peace, to Truth and Right.<BR>
And may those noble men whose feeling heart<BR>
Is throbbing now to act an honest part<BR>
In helping strife-torn, unaware mankind<BR>
That way to unending peace and joy to find,<BR>
Make right decisions in this critical age,<BR>
For history to write a golden page.<BR>
And may our rising generations, wise<BR>
About the yet undreamed of, glorious prize<BR>
In mortal flesh, make earth the abode of joy<BR>
And peace, their body, mind and time to employ<BR>
In striving for the destined sovereign goal<BR>
Of life, to unveil the Glory of the Soul.<BR>
<BR><BR>

Yours in Truth and Service<BR>
<BR>
(Gopi Krishna)<BR>
<BR>
Zurich, Switzerland,<BR>
March 15, 1972.<BR>

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