As written in “Letters of the Scattered Brotherhood”
Let the inner you banish all that disturbs; let the body which envelopes it be still, and all the frettings of the body and all that surrounds it; let earth and sea and air be still, and heaven itself. And then let the man think of the Spirit as streaming, pouring, rushing and shining into him from all sides while he stands quiet. This, my children, is worship..
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