Thus in all ways does the soul concentrate and reproduce its treasures for each pupil. He, too, shall pass through the whole cycle of experience. He shall collect into a focus the rays of nature. History no longer shall be a dull book. It shall walk incarnate in every just and wise man. You shall not tell me by languages and titles a catalogue of the volumes you have read. You shall make me feel what periods you have lived. A man shall be the Temple of fame. He shall walk, as the poets have described that goddess, in a robe painted all over with wonderful events and experiences; his own form and features by their exalted intelligence shall be that variegated vest.
I shall find in him the Foreworld; in his childhood the Age of Gold; the Apples of Knowledge; the Argonautic Expedition; the Calling of Abraham; the building of the Temple; the Advent of Christ; Dark Ages; the Revival of Letters; the reformation; the discovery of new lands; the opening of new sciences, and new regions in man. He shall be the priest of Pan, and bring with him into humble cottages the blessings of the morning stars and all the recorded benefits of heaven and earth.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote those words in his 1841 essay, History. Emerson understood the power that lies within the inner self. He called that self the soul. He knew that history is an experience lived by each conscious mind. Within each self is genius; a mighty creator that thinks thoughts from ideas received from other portions of the conscious mind. Each individual consciousness contrives a life to experience and lives it to feel thoughts physically.
The age of awareness is lifting us from the chasm of separation. The genius within all life is expressing itself in the colorful vibrations. Each moment is a chapter in the flowing book of consciousness where imagination and emotions become a reality. Each reality is filled with ancient stories and forgotten sciences that surface when individual desires become an intense focus. The power of our mental enzymes can move rationalism into the corridors of metaphysics. The history of life rests in the humble appreciation of our multiplicity. Our consciousness shines through the eyes of the conscious mind.
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