Theosophy Is Who Theosophy Does,

Little Do The Devout Worshippers Of The Vatican Suspect, When They Lift Up Their Eyes In Mute Adoration Upon The Head Of Their God On Earth, The Pope, That What They Admire, Is After All, But The Caricatured Head-dress, The Amazon-like Helmet Of Pallas Athene, The Heathen Goddess Minerva! In Fact, There Is Scarcely A Rite Or Ceremony Of The Christian Church That Does Not Descend From Occultism.

It Is, Then, By Those Shadows Of The Hoary Past And Their Fantastic Silhouettes On The External Screen Of Every Religion And Philosophy, That We Can, By Checking Them As We Go Along, And Comparing Them, Trace Out Finally The Body That Produced Them.

Nothing Of That Which Is Conducive To Help Man, Collectively Or Individually, To Live Not "happily" But Less Unhappily In This World, Ought To Be Indifferent To The Theosophist-occultist. It Is No Concern Of His Whether His Help Benefits A Man In His Worldly Or Spiritual Progress; His First Duty Is To Be Ever Ready To Help If He Can, Without Stopping To Philosophize.

Matter Is Spirit At Its Lowest Level. Spirit Is Matter At Its Highest Level.

Whatever Plane Our Consciousness May Be Acting In, Both We And The Things Belonging To That Plane Are, For The Time Being, Our Only Realities. As We Rise In The Scale Of Development We Perceive That During The Stages Through Which We Have Passed We Mistook Shadows For Realities, And The Upward Progress Of The Ego Is A Series Of Progressive Awakenings, Each Advance Bringing With It The Idea That Now, At Last, We Have Reached "reality"; But Only When We Shall Have Reached The Absolute Consciousness, And Blended Our Own With It, Shall We Be Free From The Delusions Produced By Maya [illusion].