{"collection":"Esoteric & Occult","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/eso/mht/mht04.htm","path":"eso/mht/mht04.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/eso/mht/mht04.htm","text":"Most Holy Trinosophia, by Count St.Germain [1933]\n| C\u2019EST dans l\u2019azile des criminels dans les cachots de l\u2019Inquisition, que votre ami trace ces lignes qui doivent servir \u00e0 votre instruction. En songeant aux avantages inapr\u00e9ciables que doit vous procurer cet \u00e9crit de l\u2019amiti\u00e9, je sens s\u2019adoucir les horreurs d\u2019une captivit\u00e9 aussi longue que peu m\u00e9rit\u00e9e . . . j\u2019ai du plaisir \u00e0 penser qu\u2019environn\u00e9 de gardes, charg\u00e9 de fers, un esclave peut encore \u00e9lever son ami au dessus des puissants, des monarques qui gouvernent ce lieu d\u2019\u00e9xil. Vous allez p\u00e9n\u00e9trer mon ch\u00e8r Philochate dans le sanctuaire des sciences sublimes, ma main va lever pour vous le voile imp\u00e9n\u00e9trable qui derobe aux yeux du vulguaire, le tabernacle, le sanctuaire ou l\u2019\u00e9ternel d\u00e9posa les secrets de la nature, secrets qu\u2019il reserve pour quelques \u00eatres privil\u00e9gi\u00e9s, pour les Elus que sa toute puissance cr\u00e9at pour VOIR pour planer \u00e0 sa suite dans l\u2019immensit\u00e9 de sa Gloire, et d\u00e9tourner sur l\u2019esp\u00e8ce humaine un des Rayons qui brillent au tour de son Throne d\u2019or. | IT is in the retreat of criminals in the dungeons of the Inquisition that your friend writes these lines which are to serve for your instruction. At the thought of the inestimable advantages which this document of friendship will procure for you, the horrors of a long and little deserved captivity seem to be mitigated . . . It gives me pleasure to think that while surrounded by guards and encumbered by chains, a slave may still be able to raise his friend above the mighty, the monarchs who rule this place of exile. My dear Philochatus, you are about to penetrate into the sanctuary of the sublime sciences; my hand is about to raise for you the impenetrable veil which hides from the eyes of common men the tabernacle, the sanctuary wherein the Eternal has lodged the secrets of nature, kept for a few that are privileged, the few Elect whom His omnipotence created that they may SEE, and seeing, may soar after Him in the vast expanse of His Glory and deflect upon mankind one of the Rays that shine round about His golden Throne. | \n| Puisse l\u2019exemple de votre ami \u00eatre pour vous une le\u00e7on salutaire et je b\u00e9nirai les longues ann\u00e9es d\u2019\u00e9preuves que les m\u00e9chans m\u2019ont fait subir. Deux \u00e9cueuils \u00e9galement dangereux se pr\u00e9senteront sans cesse sur vos pas l\u2019un outrageroit les droits sacr\u00e9s de chaque individu c\u2019est l\u2019Abus du pouvoir que DIEU vous auroit confi\u00e9, l\u2019autre causeroit votre perte c\u2019est L\u2019Indiscr\u00e9tion . . . tous deux sont n\u00e9s d\u2019une m\u00eame m\u00e8re, tous deux doivent l\u2019existence \u00e0 l\u2019Orgueil, la foiblesse humaine les allaita, ils sont aveugles, leur m\u00e8re les conduit, par son secours ces deux Monstres, vont porter leur soufle impur jusque dans les coeurs des ELUS du tr\u00e8s haut malheur \u00e0 celui qui abuser-oit des dons du ciel pour servir ses passions la main toute puissante qui lui soumit les Elemens, le briseroit comme un foible Roseau une \u00e9ternit\u00e9 de tour-mens pourrait . . . \u00e0 peine expier son crime les Esprits Infernaux souriroient avec d\u00e9dain aux pleurs de l\u2019\u00eatre dont la voix mena\u00e7ante les fit si souvent trembler au sein de leurs abimes de feu. Ce n\u2019est pas pour vous . . . Philochate que j\u2019esquisse ce tableau Effrayant, l\u2019ami de l\u2019humanit\u00e9 ne deviendra jamais son pers\u00e9cuteur . . . mais l\u2019Indiscretion mon fils ce besoin imp\u00e9rieux d\u2019inspirer l\u2019\u00e9tonnement, l\u2019admiration, voila le pr\u00e9cipice que je redoute pour vous, DIEU laisse aux hommes le soin de punir le ministre imprudent qui permet \u00e0 l\u2019oeuil du Proph\u00e2ne de p\u00e9n\u00e9trer dans le sanctuaire myst\u00e9rieux; \u00d4 Philochate que mes malheurs soient sans cesse pr\u00e9sens \u00e0 votre esprit, & moi aussi j\u2019ai connu le bonheur, combl\u00e9 des bienfaits | If your friend\u2019s example proves a salutary lesson for you, I shall bless the long years of tribulation which the wicked have made me suffer. Two stumbling blocks equally dangerous will constantly present themselves to you. One of them would outrage the sacred rights of every individual. It is Misuse of the power which God will have entrusted to you; the other, which would bring ruin upon you, is Indiscretion. . . Both are born of the same mother, both owe their existence to pride. Human frailty nourishes them; they are blind; their mother leads them. With her aid these two Monsters carry their foul breath even into the hearts of the Lord\u2019s Elect. Woe unto him who misuses the gifts of heaven in order to serve his passions. The Almighty Hand that made the elements subject to him, would break him like a fragile reed. An eternity of torments could hardly expiate his crime. The Infernal Spirits would smile with contempt at the tears of the one whose menacing voice had so often made them tremble in the bosom of their fiery depths. It is not for you, Philochatus, that I sketch this dreadful picture. The friend of humanity will never become its persecutor . . . The precipice, my son, which I fear for you, is Indiscretion, the imperious craving to inspire astonishment and admiration. God leaves to men the task of punishing the imprudent minister who permits the eye of the profane to look into the mysterious sanctuary. Oh Philochatus, may my sorrows be ever present in your mind. I, too, have known happiness, was showered with the blessings of heaven | \n| du ciel . . . entour\u00e9 d\u2019une puissance telle que l\u2019entendement humain ne peut la concevoir . . . commandant aux g\u00e9nies qui dirigent le monde, heureux du bonheur que je faisais na\u00eetre, je goutais au sein d\u2019une famille ador\u00e9e la f\u00e9licit\u00e9 que l\u2019Eternel accorde \u00e0 ses enfans ch\u00e9ris . . . un instant \u00e0 tout d\u00e9truit, j\u2019ai parl\u00e9 et tout s\u2019est \u00e9vanoui comme un nuage, \u00f4 mon fils ne suivez pas mes traces. . .qu\u2019un vain d\u00e9sir de briller aux yeux du monde ne cause pas aussi votre perte . . . pensez \u00e0 moi . . . c\u2019est dans un cachot, le corps bris\u00e9 par les tortures que votre ami vous \u00e9crit; Philocate r\u00e9fl\u00e9chissez que la main qui trace ces caracteres porte l\u2019empreinte des fers qui l\u2019accablent . . . Dieu m\u2019a puni, mais quai-je fait aux hommes cruels qui me pers\u00e9cutent? Quel droit ont ils pour interroger le ministre de l\u2019Eternel? ils me demandent quelles sont les preuves de ma 'mission, mes t\u00e9moins sont des prodiges, mes deffensseurs mes vertus, une vie intacte, un coeur pur, que dis-je ai-je encore le droit de me plaindre, j\u2019ai parl\u00e9 le tres haut ma livr\u00e9 sans force et sans puissance aux fureurs de lavare fanatisme, le bras qui jadis pouvoit renverser une arm\u00e9e, peut \u00e0 peine aujourd\u2019hui soulever les chaines qui l\u2019appesantisent. Je m\u00e9gare je dois rendre grace a l\u2019\u00e9ternelle Justice . . . le dieu vengeur \u00e0 pardonn\u00e9 \u00e0 son enfant repentant un esprit Aerien \u00e0 franchit les murs qui me s\u00e9parent du monde; resplendissant de lumiere, il s\u2019est pr\u00e9sent\u00e9 devant moi il a fix\u00e9 le terme de ma captivit\u00e9 . . . dans deux ans mes malheurs finiront mes bourreaux en entrant dans mon cachot le trouveront d\u00e9sert et bientot purifi\u00e9 par les 4 \u00e9l\u00e9mens . . . pur comme le | and surrounded by power such as the human mind cannot conceive. Commanding the genii that guide the world, happy in the happiness that I created, I enjoyed within the bosom of an adored family the felicity which the Eternal accords to His beloved children. One moment destroyed everything. I spoke, and it all vanished like a cloud. O my son, follow not in my steps . . . Let no vain desire to shine before men bring you, too, to disaster . . . Think of me, your friend, writing to you from this dungeon, my body broken by torture! Remember, Philochatus, that the hand which traces these characters bears the marks of the chains which weigh it down. God has punished me, but what have I done to the cruel men that persecute me? What right have they to interrogate the minister of the Eternal? They ask me what are the proofs of my mission. My witnesses are prodigies, and my virtues are my defenders\u2014a clean life, a pure heart. But what am I saying! Have I still the right to complain? I spoke, and the Lord delivered me, deprived of strength and power, to the furies of greedy fanaticism. The arm which once could overthrow an army can today hardly lift the chains that weigh it down. I wander. I should give thanks to eternal Justice . . . The avenging God has pardoned His repentant child. An aerial spirit has entered through the walls which separate me from the world; he has shown himself to me resplendent with light and has determined the duration of my captivity. Within two years my sufferings will end. My torturers upon entering my cell will find it empty and, soon purified | \n| g\u00e9nie du feu je reprendrai le rang glorieux ou la bont\u00e9 Divine ma \u00e9lev\u00e9 mais combien ce terme est encore \u00e9loign\u00e9 combien deux ann\u00e9es parois-sent longues \u00e0 celui qui les passe dans les souffrances, dans les humiliations, non contens de me faire souffrir les supplices les plus horribles mes pers\u00e9cuteurs ont employ\u00e9 pour me tourmenter des moyens plus surs plus odieux encore, ils ont appell\u00e9 l\u2019infamie sur ma t\u00eate, ils ont fait de mon nom un objet d\u2019opprobre, les enfants des hommes reculent avec effroi quand le hazard les a fait approcher des murs de ma prison, ils craignent qu\u2019une vapeur mortelle ne s\u2019\u00e9chappe par louverture etroite qui laisse passer comme a regret un rayon de lumi\u00e8re dans mon cachot. \u00d4 Philocate . . . c\u2019est la le coup le plus cruel dont ils pouvoient m\u2019accabler . . . Jignore encore si je pourrai vous faire parvenir cet ouvrage . . . Je juge des difficult\u00e9s que j\u2019eprouverai pour le faire sortir de ce lieu de tourmens, par celles qu\u2019il a fallu vaincre pour le terminer, priv\u00e9 de tout secours jai moi m\u00eame compos\u00e9 les agens qui m\u00e9taient n\u00e9cessaires. Le feu de ma lampe quelques pi\u00e8ces de monnaies et peu de subsubstances chimiques \u00e9chapp\u00e9es aux regards scrutateurs de mes bourreaux ont produit les couleurs qui ornent ce fruit des loisirs d\u2019un prisonnier. Profitez des instructions de votre malheureux ami. elles sont tellement claires qu\u2019il seroit a craindre que cet \u00e9crit tombat en dautres mains que les votres . . . souvenez vous seulement que tout doit vous servir . . . une ligne mal expliqu\u00e9e un caractere oubli\u00e9, vous emp\u00eacheroient de lever le voile que la main du cr\u00e9ateur \u00e0 pos\u00e9 Sur le Sphinx. | by the four elements, pure as the genius of fire, I shall resume the glorious station to which Divine goodness has raised me. But how distant as yet is this time! How long two years seem to one who spends them in suffering and humiliation. Not content with making me undergo the most horrible agony, my oppressors, to torture me further have devised still surer, still more revolting means. They have brought infamy on my head, have made my name a thing of disgrace. The children of men recoil in terror when by chance they approach the walls of my prison; they fear lest some deadly vapour escape through the narrow slit that reluctantly admits a ray of light to my cell. That, O Philochatus, is the cruelest of all blows that they could bear down upon me. I know not whether I shall be able to get this document into your hands . . . I judge the difficulty I shall have in contriving for it a way out of this place of torture by those I have had in order to write it. Deprived of all help, I myself have composed the agents I needed. The flame of my lamp, some coins, and a few chemical substances overlooked by the scrutinizing eyes of my tormentors have yielded the colours which adorn this fruit of a prisoner\u2019s leisure. Profit by the instructions of your unhappy friend! They are so clear that danger exists for them to fall into hands other than yours . . . Remember only that all of it is to serve you . . . an obscure line, an omitted character would prevent your lifting the veil which the hand of the Creator has placed over the Sphinx. | \n| Adieu Philocate ne me plaignez pas la clemence de l\u2019Eternel \u00e9gale sa justice. \u00e0la premiere assembl\u00e9e myst\u00e9rieuse vous reverez votre ami. Je vous salue en Dieu, bient\u00f4t je donnerai le baiser de paix \u00e0 mon fr\u00e8re. | Adieu, Philochatus! Do not mourn me. The clemency of the Eternal equals His justice. At the first mysterious assembly you will see your friend again. I salute you in the name of God. Soon I shall give the kiss of peace to my brother. |","title":"Most Holy Trinosophia: Part Three: Parallel French and En...","type":"page"}