View from the Big Hills

91 years ago to the day, Dion Fortune gave a talk to a Theosophical Lodge in the Southeast of England.  This second part in a series of three blogs is based on notes taken of that talk by someone who attended the lecture. Providing some insight into what was happening at the time in her battle with the Star in the East, mentioned in Part 1, this is probably best approached by using your imagination and entering into the experience in the same manner as a guided visualisation. You may also wish to spend some time afterwards reflecting on its content and how you reacted to it.  Similarly, some prior background reading of the 20 th chapter in Gareth Knight’s biography, Dion Fortune and the Inner Light , may also provide supplementary pointers on the "warfare" against the Star of the East, one of the key themes in the talk.  The third post, to follow shortly, will elucidate in more detail some of the esoteric teaching alluded to within the Sermon on the Mount.     *  

“I ask those who are in sympathy with what I am doing to remember that thought power is potent for protection and support, just as it is for attack, and to lend me their help on the Inner Planes. My task is not a light one. But as long as I am responsible for the conduct of this magazine I will follow the example of the Master Who, while He had compassion for those who fainted by the way, had a scourge for the backs of those who made His Father’s house a den of thieves.” Dion Fortune ~ Transactions of the Christian Mystic Lodge , July 1927 Some nine decades ago, Dion Fortune and her Lodge were engaged in a form of both direct and indirect warfare with the Order of the Star in the East, a movement within the Theosophical Society, which promulgated the "Coming of the World Teacher". Some people thought that the World Teacher in waiting was none other than Jiddu Krishnamurti, pictured below. At the time, some felt that Western Civilisation, as they pictured

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