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 SALUTATION TO THE DAY The dawn telleth the coming of the new day. I turn my eyes to the morning and purge myself in the purity of the dawn. My Soul quickeneth with the beauty of the dawn. Today is, and will be. Yesterday was, and has been. My yesterday is what I made it. I see it in memory, perfect or imperfect. My today is what I will to make it. I will to make it perfect. I am man. I have free right to choose. I may do as I will to do. I have the power to build the day or to rend the day. The day will be of my making, either perfect or imperfect, good or loving as I choose to live it in spirit or in flesh, on the mountain top or earthbound. The day is of my choosing. None shall stay my hand in the making of the day. If I rend the day I build ten other days, mayhap ten times ten, to undo the rending. The Universal One will not allow this day to go unlived to the glory of Him whom I am nor to the fulfillment of His command, nor to the fulfillment of His purposes. If I build the day I will have lived the day to the glory of the One in the fulfillment of that part of His purpose which is mine to fulfill. So that I may meet the day with knowledge to build the day, I will look into my Soul while it is yet dawn, before the morning breaketh. These are the words with which I greet the day. These are words of thy early breath. This is the spirit of the dawn. This is the thought with which I meet the day which ascendeth upon me and which cannot be turned away. Who am I? I alone am not I. Thou my father, art I. I am favored of Thee, my Creator. I am of the Inner Mind. I know the ecstasy and exaltation of genius. All power is mine. I know my omnipotence. I have all knowledge. I know my omniscience. To me the universe is an open book. I need not to learn. I know. I see the unseen from the mountain top. I hear the music of the spheres. I know the transcendent joy of Creation. I know my universality. I am the Light of universal thinking. I translate the language of light into the words of man for those who know not their universality. Immortality is mine. I will earn immortality. I will bestow immortality.




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