by Robert Wilkinson
From The Magic of Space, for those who haven't read it before (and even if you have!), a thought about who we really are:
You send out to others a radiation of your own Inner Flame -- the Light. No words exist which can exactly express this Inner Flame -- it is one of the most silently apparent of possessions. It travels from heart to heart in its own channel of expression and exchange. You always sense it -- even those sense it who do not acknowledge it with anything better than mental sophistication.
Namaskarams to all who read this.
It is a unique and unmistakable thing, the kindly radiation of one who conducts, even though unconsciously, the current of Universal Force. This radiation is the one thing which does not work in alternate rhythm of activity and rest.
Radiance should not wax and wane in power depending upon the earth's recognition of it. It is continually existent under all conditions, whether others see it or not. This is your own bit of frequency, which you alone can manipulate. Therein is happiness secure -- the control of destiny is in the steady maintenance of a course satisfactory to your highest apex of perception; radiance is the reward of permanence of heart.