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which, priding itself of its clear-mindedness, has no qualms in passing judgements
wherever it turns its eye – like a scornful herd trampling entire sanctuaries.
But the soul of a nation is also the soul of its land, the pure reality where merge in
oneness the land and its creatures, in unique creativity.
And the land of France is a treasure of diversity concentrated, as if it contained and
offered representations of all of the earth’ landscapes: from its glorious alps to its
dark swamps, its ancient forests and its vast plains of golden crops, its rocky
tormented shores and its sandy beaches of infinity, its secret coves and its high
cliffs, its fields of poppies and wild briar, its white barren hills of stone, its groves
and magic clearings, its proud rivers and sweeping estuaries, its waterfalls and
profound caves where aeons live, its sunny pathways and its wild gales blowing, its
immense sea tides, its silent hidden valleys, its sparkling glaciers and its sun-
stunned immobile creaks.
And the land of France is alive in clear detail through man’s industry and love of
her, its hedges and channels, its mansards and castles and its wholesomeness of
villages, its river boats and high towers, its aspiring cathedrals of carved stone and
shimmering rainbow glass and its cloisters of peace and the fog-horn sounding
when the ship comes home into the muffled quiet of the bay.
It is only once one has become aware of the Divine – in oneself, in any other
person, in any country - that what contradicts its presence becomes painful
torment.
In France the presence of the Divine manifests thus:
Spiritually in a high tradition of realisation and occult knowledge which has known
itself to be free from religious dogma and limitations, yet one with the source of
their emergence, preserving its living wisdom with a veil of esoterism;
Mentally, in a clarity and directness of ideas, a synthesis of boldness and solidity
and a stimulating openness to diversity;
vitally, in a great refinement of habits and customs, a code of loyalty, a reverence
of the feminine presence and the culture of a beauty at once deep-reaching and
detailed;
Physically, in a durable need for harmony and the cultivated response to the
challenges of Nature, with a remarkable adaptability and coherence.
The soul of France is very feminine, yet with the strength and courage and
determination of purified faith: it is Joan of Arc as well as the Knights of the Round
Table, the sacred search for freedom and the live crystal purity of existence
founded on the true equality of all souls.
It is the conquest of a fraternity which can only truly manifest at the term of a
journey of initiation, through the tests and ordeals life offers.
Out of the common pool of inner resources that have accumulated through the
centuries, from the joining of many paths and traditions and the meeting of the
biblical tribes with the people of the northern lights, the pulse of the divine
presence has developed its singular note: France.