Great genius and counterfeits PDF Download

Author: Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Publisher: Philaletheians UK
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Category : Religion
Languages : en
Pages : 27

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The flame of Genius is lit by one’s own Spirit. But the flame is distinct from the log of wood which serves it temporarily as fuel. According to Coleridge, Genius is at least “the faculty of growth”; yet, as to the inward intuition of man, which of the two is genius? Is it an abnormal aptitude of the lower mind? Or a brain fit to receive and manifest the divinity of man’s over-soul? No Ego differs from another Ego in its primordial or original essence and nature. That which makes one mortal a great man, and another a vulgar, is the quality and makeup of the physical casing, and the adequacy or inadequacy of brain and body to transmit and give expression to the light of the Inner Man (Reincarnating Ego). And this aptness or inaptness is the result of Karma. “The manifestations of genius” in a person are only the more or less successful efforts of that Ego to assert itself on the outward plane of its objective form, the man of clay, in the matter-of-fact, daily life of the latter. The flame of Genius is lit by no anthropomorphic hand, save that of one’s own Spirit. Therefore great Genius, if true and innate (and not merely an abnormal expansion of the human intellect), it can never copy or stoop to imitate but will ever be original, sui generis, in its creative impulses and realizations. On the other hand, artificial genius — so often confused with its higher counterpart and master, which is but the outcome of life-long study and training — will never be more than the flame of a lamp burning outside the portal of the fane; it may throw a long trail of light across the road, but it leaves the inside of the building in darkness. Between the true and the counterfeit genius, one born from the Light of the Imperishable Ego, the other from the cerebrations of the mortal intellect, there is a chasm to be spanned only by him who never loses sight (even when immersed in the abyss of mud) of his guiding star — his Divine Mind and Soul. It is much easier for the personality to gravitate toward the lower quaternary than to soar to its immortal triad. Thus modern philosophy, though proficient on the counterfeit, knows nothing of the true genius and, by propelling the lower to fanciful heights, it dwarfs the Divine Light on the Procrustean bed of narrow-mindedness. The much-prized intellectuality, by stifling intuition, paralyses spiritual conceptions. Alone the surging masses of the ignorant millions, the great people’s heart, are capable of sensing intuitionally a Great Soul (Mahatma), full of divine love for mankind, and are thus capable of recognizing a Great Genius for, without such noble qualities, no man has a right to the name. It is the so-called uneducated, unsophisticated masses alone who, because of the lack of sophistical reasoning in them, upon coming in contact with an unusual, out-of-the-way noble character, feel that there is in him something more than the mere mortal man of flesh and bundle of intellectual attributes. If superstition makes a man a fool, scepticism makes him mad. There are things in the universe, and around us, of which we know nothing. In this sense, “superstition” becomes a feeling of half wonder and half dread, mixed with admiration and reverence, or with fear, according to the dictates of our intuition. Theosophy’s twin doctrines of Karma and Reincarnation, if examined and understood correctly, will allow the unacknowledged Genius within to reveal to our innermost perceptions the causes of the seemingly undeserved suffering in the word we live in. What we have within, that only can we see without. Can morality be said to have any principle distinguishable from religion, or religion any substance divisible from morality? All things compelled by force, will fly back with the greater earnestness on the removal of that force. Enmity begets insecurity; and while men live in the flesh, and in enmity to any party, there cannot be but perpetual wars. To soar is nobler than to creep. As goodness is contradistinguished from mere prudence, so the true genius is contradistinguished from mere talent. The unhealthful preponderance of impulse over motive which, though no part of genius, is too often its accompaniment, banishes prudence and it thus deprives virtue of her guidance and guardianship. Hence benevolence squanders its shafts and still misses its aim — like the bewitched bullet that, levelled at the wolf, brings down the shepherd! True genius is the armour against evil. Out of all earthly things there come good and evil hand-in-hand: the good through the pure heart, the evil from the evil heart. The comparative eminence which characterizes individuals and even countries, may be considered under four kinds: genius, talent, sense, and cleverness. If Genius be the initiative, and Talent the administrative, Sense is the conservative branch in the intellectual republic. Cleverness is a sort of Genius for Instrumentality, the brain in the hand. In literature, Cleverness is more frequently accompanied by wit; Genius and Sense, by humour; Imagination is implied in Genius. The craving of sympathy marks the German, inward pride the Englishman, vanity the Frenchman. So again, enthusiasm and foresight are the tendency of the German; zeal and zealotry, of the English; fanaticism, of the French.