gold. The grove of iran[1] has a poisonous smell, which exhales far and wide, and cannot be approached. Yet let but one bud of sendan[1] open, and lo! the whole grove is filled with the sweetest odour. So runs the tale.
We are the iron. This world is the grove of iran. The Holy Name is the Philosopher's Stone, and the one bud of sendan. Let Visions be Visions; but when once we have put our trust in this Name, which is no Vision, then our hearts, which have hitherto only formed a part of a fleeting dream, enter into the realms of Reality, of True Light and Life. And when, with this changed heart, we take a wide view of the world, the world itself ceases to be a Vision, and comes to be a part of the Kingdom of Light and Life.
11. If there is a way of Salvation, we cannot doubt that there is also a Land where that Salvation can be fully realized and accomplished. That country we can see even now, in the Future. The Future which was once all darkness
