207: O YE WHO HAVE TURNED YOUR FACES TOWARD THE ...

O ye who have turned your faces toward the Exalted Beauty! By night, by

day, at morningtide and sunset, when darkness draweth on, and at early

light I remember, and ever have remembered, in the realms of my mind and

heart, the loved ones of the Lord. I beg of Him to bestow His

confirmations upon those loved ones, dwellers in that pure and holy land,

and to grant them successful outcomes in all things: that in their

character, their behaviour, their words, their way of life, in all they

are and do, He will make them to achieve distinction among men; that He

will gather them into the world community, their hearts filled with

ecstasy and fervour and yearning love, with knowledge and certitude, with

steadfastness and unity, their faces beauteous and bright.

O ye beloved of the Lord! This day is the day of union, the day of the

ingathering of all mankind. 'Verily God loveth those who, as though they

were a solid wall, do battle for His Cause in serried lines!'(69) Note

that He saith 'in serried lines'--meaning crowded and pressed together, one

locked to the next, each supporting his fellows. To do battle, as stated

in the sacred verse, doth not, in this greatest of all dispensations, mean

to go forth with sword and spear, with lance and piercing arrow--but rather

weaponed with pure intent, with righteous motives, with counsels helpful

and effective, with godly attributes, with deeds pleasing to the Almighty,

with the qualities of heaven. It signifieth education for all mankind,

guidance for all men, the spreading far and wide of the sweet savours of

the spirit, the promulgation of God's proofs, the setting forth of

arguments conclusive and divine, the doing of charitable deeds.

Whensoever holy souls, drawing on the powers of heaven, shall arise with

such qualities of the spirit, and march in unison, rank on rank, every one

of those souls will be even as one thousand, and the surging waves of that

mighty ocean will be even as the battalions of the Concourse on high. What

a blessing that will be--when all shall come together, even as once

separate torrents, rivers and streams, running brooks and single drops,

when collected together in one place will form a mighty sea. And to such a

degree will the inherent unity of all prevail, that the traditions, rules,

customs and distinctions in the fanciful life of these populations will be

effaced and vanish away like isolated drops, once the great sea of oneness

doth leap and surge and roll.

I swear by the Ancient Beauty, that at such a time overwhelming grace will

so encircle all, and the sea of grandeur will so overflow its shores, that

the narrowest strip of water will grow wide as an endless sea, and every

merest drop will be even as the shoreless deep.

O ye loved ones of God! Struggle and strive to reach that high station,

and to make a splendour so to shine across these realms of earth that the

rays of it will be reflected back from a dawning-point on the horizon of

eternity. This is the very foundation of the Cause of God. This is the

very pith of the Law of God. This is the mighty structure raised up by the

Manifestations of God. This is why the orb of God's world dawneth. This is

why the Lord establisheth Himself on the throne of His human body.

O ye loved ones of God! See how the Exalted One(70)--may the souls of all

on earth be a ransom for Him--for this high purpose made His blessed heart

the target for affliction's spears; and because the real intent of the

Ancient Beauty--for Him may the souls of the Concourse on high be offered

up--was to win this same supernal goal, the Exalted One bared His holy

breast for a target to a myriad bullets fired by the people of malice and

hate, and with utter meekness died the martyr's death. On the dust of this

pathway the holy blood of thousands upon thousands of sacred souls gushed

out, and many a time the blessed body of a loyal lover of God was hanged

to the gallows tree.

The Abha Beauty Himself--may the spirit of all existence be offered up for

His loved ones--bore all manner of ordeals, and willingly accepted for

Himself intense afflictions. No torment was there left that His sacred

form was not subjected to, no suffering that did not descend upon Him. How

many a night, when He was chained, did He go sleepless because of the

weight of His iron collar; how many a day the burning pain of the stocks

and fetters gave Him no moment's peace. From Niyavaran to Tihran they made

Him run--He, that embodied spirit, He Who had been accustomed to repose

against cushions of ornamented silk--chained, shoeless, His head bared; and

down under the earth, in the thick darkness of that narrow dungeon, they

shut Him up with murderers, rebels and thieves. Ever and again they

assailed Him with a new torment, and all were certain that from one moment

to the next He would suffer a martyr's death. After some time they

banished Him from His native land, and sent Him to countries alien and far

away. During many a year in 'Iraq, no moment passed but the arrow of a new

anguish struck His holy heart; with every breath a sword came down upon

that sacred body, and He could hope for no moment of security and rest.

From every side His enemies mounted their attack with unrelenting hate;

and singly and alone He withstood them all. After all these tribulations,

these body blows, they flung Him out of 'Iraq in the continent of Asia, to

the continent of Europe, and in that place of bitter exile, of wretched

hardships, to the wrongs that were heaped upon Him by the people of the

Qur'an were now added the virulent persecutions, the powerful attacks, the

plottings, the slanders, the continual hostilities, the hate and malice,

of the people of the Bayan. My pen is powerless to tell it all; but ye

have surely been informed of it. Then, after twenty-four years in this,

the Most Great Prison, in agony and sore affliction, His days drew to a

close.

To sum it up, the Ancient Beauty was ever, during His sojourn in this

transitory world, either a captive bound with chains, or living under a

sword, or subjected to extreme suffering and torment, or held in the Most

Great Prison. Because of His physical weakness, brought on by His

afflictions, His blessed body was worn away to a breath; it was light as a

cobweb from long grieving. And His reason for shouldering this heavy load

and enduring all this anguish, which was even as an ocean that hurleth its

waves to high heaven--His reason for putting on the heavy iron chains and

for becoming the very embodiment of utter resignation and meekness, was to

lead every soul on earth to concord, to fellow-feeling, to oneness; to

make known amongst all peoples the sign of the singleness of God, so that

at last the primal oneness deposited at the heart of all created things

would bear its destined fruit, and the splendour of 'No difference canst

thou see in the creation of the God of Mercy,'(71) would cast abroad its

rays.

Now is the time, O ye beloved of the Lord, for ardent endeavour. Struggle

ye, and strive. And since the Ancient Beauty was exposed by day and night

on the field of martyrdom, let us in our turn labour hard, and hear and

ponder the counsels of God; let us fling away our lives, and renounce our

brief and numbered days. Let us turn our eyes away from empty fantasies of

this world's divergent forms, and serve instead this pre-eminent purpose,

this grand design. Let us not, because of our own imaginings, cut down

this tree that the hand of heavenly grace hath planted; let us not, with

the dark clouds of our illusions, our selfish interests, blot out the

glory that streameth from the Abha Realm. Let us not be as barriers that

wall out the rolling ocean of Almighty God. Let us not prevent the pure,

sweet scents from the garden of the All-Glorious Beauty from blowing far

and wide. Let us not, on this day of reunion, shut out the vernal downpour

of blessings from on high. Let us not consent that the splendours of the

Sun of Truth should ever fade and disappear. These are the admonitions of

God, as set forth in His Holy Books, His Scriptures, His Tablets that tell

out His counsellings to the sincere.

The glory rest upon you, and God's mercy, and God's blessings.

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