“The English poet Robert Browning wrote a beautiful and instructive passage in which Paracelsus, a seeker of truth, says:
TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise
There is an inmost centre in us all,
Where truth abides in fullness; and around,
Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in,
This perfect, clear perception—which is truth.
A baffling and perverting carnal mesh
Binds it, and makes all error: and, to KNOW,
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape,
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
The power and knowledge of the Infinite are expressed through finite humans. ‘The imprisoned splendour’ described by Browning speaks of this Godhead within us that may be unconsciously blocked from our finite conscious minds. The potential for more conscious communication with The God Source is ever within us. With daily meditative silence, we may open to greater awareness of the Infinite.”
EdgarCayce.org, Venture Inward Magazine, From The Infinite Into The Divine, Herbert Puryear PhD., p. 20.
