Freedom in Himself, all who look to Him are untrammeled. Tell Him that fear and doubt depart. Tell Him that captivity itself is led captive, and only unvanquished Soul salutes Him.

The dissolving alkahest, the gentle grace that falls down over the track of the vision, has been praised by the sages of the ages, for there is surcease of world pain in its white softness: Behold the gentle Neutral that taketh away the mistakes of the World.

Five grievous shades slip off the earth. They are the foolish virgins with no oil of healing and no oil of illuminating in their most eloquent declarations. No one describing them was ever to himself or to his neighbors, the oil of joy for mourning, nor ever the inspiration of wisdom while detailing their processes. It is the passing of these five shadows that has caused the five great shouts of liberty, the high sounding Pehlevi, the psalms of remission, the prayers of the released:

• 1. Steadfastly facing Thee, there is no evil on my pathway.
• 2. Steadfastly facing Thee, there is no matter with its laws.
• 3. Steadfastly facing Thee, there is no loss, no lack, no absence, no deprivation.
• 4. Steadfastly facing Thee, there is nothing to fear, for there shall be no power to hurt.
• 5. Steadfastly facing Thee, there is neither sin, nor sickness, nor death.

Preach remission, said the Risen Christ. Preach that the iron gates open of their own accord for upward-gazing Peter.