"The Gods desire the depth and not the tumult of the Soul." MAXIM.

VOL. XI.

FEBRUARY, 1893.

No. 2.

Spirit (COLOR), Soul (FORM), Body (MOVEMENT).
These Three Are One.

BY MARIE LE BARON.

COLOR. Color is the apex of the A, The Flame, or chemical result of Movement. It is the Light toward which we aspire; the potency of the Trinity; the Life.

Movement, the base of the A.. Form, the risen substance. Color, the light proceeding to the Father, who is Light.

The triangular symbol is the figure of Man perfected, rising from the basic principle, earth made perfect in Form, and reaching unto the Heavens.

Color, then, the apex of Movement (chemically speaking), is the Spirit of mortal material. It is this we conjoin with Spirit moving over the vast space of the Universe.

A practical chemist watches well the eliminated product of his original matter. In this freed gaseous substance he finds the potency which means life, or death. An alchemist (far grown beyond experiment) sees the flame of the earthy substance dance before his eyes, in color-change. In this flaming of Spirit he reads nearness to highest chemical product. The story of the precious metals, the gems, and at the last, the Philosopher's Stone.

The universal power of Color in earth results in Gravity.

By this

elimination from the central sulphur principle of the planet, man and beast are held to the outside of our sphere. This is the yellow factor of life; that which gems our fields with buttercups and dandelions; decorates the strata of minerals with precious gems, and holds man's soul, as well as feet, pioneer to the material.

For the yellow process resulted in the shining Gold, and man may not break the earth-power of Color till his own chain be shaken off. No man liveth who holds not the yellow atoms of eliminated gold in his body chemically speaking. Through this yellow ally, in the chemical composition of man, shall the "Thought" (recovery) of gold be active. Master of this process of yellow, Man is Master of Gold; Master of Gravity; Master of Mammon.

The alchemists of old were the repositories of the secret of Color. Its laws they knew not; the results of combination and elimination were familiar to thein. Therefore, unto the world they gave instruction, beneath a cloak of mystical signs, which has remained a dead letter, truly, to the world at large.

To man, today, is given the Key of the ally of Light, and Color. With this shall be open the very caves of Aladdin ; for the secret of the earth is his, and he has but " to rub his lamp" (The Illuminator) to make the flame (which is Color), to see what and where he will. No fairy story, no Eastern tale of grandeur and splendor may outrival the tales we shall tell each other concerning this long-silent old earth. of ours. Gems untold shall flame out from dark places; rivers, long still, of gold and silver, shall yield up their gleaming beauty, and man live once again on an earth of enchanting fairness.

The Key to the hidden mystery is Color. Let us consider it. Geologically speaking, our world is in disorder. As it was it is not now. The law of complexity is in result, simplicity. An aggregate of chemical properties is the crystal. The highest product in the mineral world is the conjoining of the two Simples. That is, the eliminated products of all the other minerals acting on each other through the innumerable Ages.

Plainly speaking, Mother Nature, in proceeding to put her house in order, finds that her mineral children are far a-field. Chaos is everywhere. The matter of the cellar is in the attic; the grand halls of the once illuminated house are filled with the debris of wild storms

and sulphurous orgies; the portals have long been closed and choked with weeds in place of rare blossoms; and Elementaries, "imps of darkness," stalk through the Temple of the one mighty Lord-Man.

Mother-Nature is at last awake. Rubbing her almond-shaped eyes, she cometh out of the East to decry the state of her abode. She shall open wide the portals and casements of darkness. The cobwebs of Ages shall fall before her touch; her magic broom shall reach up even to the chaotic cloud-nets of the disordered sky.

Behold! She cometh. Behind her the dainty Messenger, bearing upon his wingéd shoulder the Key of 7.

Open wide ye doors! Let in the white light of the Coming One. Beauty, Harmony, Glory. These shall reign again in the Temple of the Lord!

What finds the Mother sitting uopn her haunches in the soul of her disordered Mansion? A very fire-fiend upon the hearth-stone! Surrounded by imps of lurid-eyed men, this hag of Sulphur sits in fiendish glee above her cauldron of Color - feeding, feeding it with the poisonous substance, the fumes of which subtlely wend their sinuous way up through the despoiled mansion, issuing now in coarser texture from windows and doors (the craters of the volcanic heights), now in more insidious form permeating every nook and cranny of the earthplaces above.

Yellow is the hue of the hag, a sulphurous, red hue; the tone of jaundice and yellow fever, the ally of death in man's blood.

Demonish peals of laughter ring about the desolated rafters of this heart-home of the old earth as these impish fire-fiends recount the misery untold projected upon man and beast. They point to long processions of suffering ones, to stretching graveyards; to despair, crime, ruin. The work of the yellow hag! Perfected action of the Androgynous One. The yellow feminine married in air eternal One-ness to the Red Masculine. Orange, the Angel of Gold (The OR, Elementary). How shall the wise Mother eject this mighty hag of hell from her inmost domain? Mighty are the fire-fiends, we opine! Great cauldrons of melted lava; iron serpents writhing as in dispair for more victims; bolts of mighty metals, red hot for instruments of torture everlasting. How shall Mother Nature deal with this, her most terrible, and vindictive emeny ?

Let us see! She shall absorb her in a mighty power. Disintegrate, disolve, transmute, transform, and make of the fiend, at length, a creature of Light. The yellow gossamer, fairy of wood and field; the Queen of buttercups and Daisies, of goldenred and maple leaf; the faithful servitor of the declining yellow Sun-Queen the puck of the round earth. The Mother holdeth in her hand the Magic Staff of Adam. Inscribed thereon the mystic seven characters that reveal the history of the despoiled house of earth. She readeth this, and knoweth all. Harmony now cometh out of disorder. As it was so shall it be. "Touch not pitch lest ye be defiled." This is the warning against the powers of darkness. Eliminate from the chemical construction of your own body (the Temple, and Earth in miniature) that which may conjoin your gaseous (Soul-substance) with that of the subtle fiends. Make to yourselves friends of the house of Mammon that ye may become Masters. The elimination of an evil matter is its head and tyrant; its absorbent and transmuter; its destroyer and saviour. Even so with the highest gaseous property of the yellow-red hag, the married evils of interior earth. Mother Nature seizes swiftly upon this subtle ally (which is to the yellow color of the hag's matter what the borrowed sunbeams might be to the hue of saffron). Armed with this color aura she proceeds into the very heart of the dew of sulphur. Behold! Eliminated evil overcometh evil. Subtle, intense, all-absorbing, disintegrating, no demons of the under-world can stand before it. Thus does Mother Nature fumigate her hearth-stone. Thus she stands mistress once again of her Temple, through which her magic voice shall once more sound again.

the apex

How, then, hath the wise woman bound the subtle ally of the triangular power of the basic principle of earth. How, but in calling to her aid Spirit (the Flame proceeding from a former elimination of Light) that once fair inmate of her now disrupted dwelling. She hath called loudly upon this creature of Universal Space, released unto all time, and, from the rebound of vibration, caught an ally which is also Color; (that before which no earth principle can stand fixed). She has called, out of the realms of Spirit, the law of Blue, the very Ariel of Spirits, gauzy-winged, azure-crowned and gowned, the tiny Sprite that bears the messages of the King of the Color Kingdom.