Ray One [of seven ways of integration] [a poem]

With the first ray soul, the love of power must dominate

And those without power he must repudiate
First there must be not a circle, but a line
And as long as he works alone he feels fine

His ears are closed to other opinions

Even if they are in their millions
Emotion is not used in furthering of the Plan
Where he throws everything in a frying pan

Moving forward in his purposes undeviating

He knows nothing of negotiating
He destroys and tears down in order to rise
To greater heights upon the ruins of his devise

He rises by trampling on anyone

And upon the destinies of everyone
This man will express these qualities in every relation           
A destroying force at home, business or in the nation

His progress is by being in control

Thus keeping everything on the roll
But love must take the place of emotion
Thus keeping everything in motion

At first, his motive is that of selfishness

And achievement base on separateness
After failure to be satisfied, this solo man
Can become a server to the plan

The first ray man will become God's Destroying Angel

After working first as a dark angel
Of destruction for power and lust for form
To which he shall no longer conform

Power selfishly used exhausts its user

And evokes an antagonistic force to the abuser
Not being satisfied anymore, and alone
He will find that he cannot do it on his own

The one who travels on a line, returns upon his way

He mounts the cross with others and without delay
He starts to rebuild for the benefit of all mankind
A better structure than anything left behind

Thus by arresting his selfish efforts, he can

Start to work with aspects of the Plan

EDGEBA


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