a. Individualization and the Seven Ray Types
will express the reaction of these seven ray types to the process of Individualization
(which is the process of identification with form) by seven occult statements which can,
if properly understood, give the keynote of the new psychology. They state the major
impulse, the native quality, and the technique of unfoldment.
"The Blessed One flies like an arrow into matter. He destroys (or ruptures) the
way by which he might return. He grounds himself deeply in the depths of form.
He asserts: 'I will return. My power is great. I will destroy all obstacles.
Nothing can stop my progress to my goal. Around me lies that which I have destroyed. What
must I do?'
The answer comes: 'Order from chaos, O Pilgrim on the way of death, this is the way for
you. Love you must learn. Dynamic will you have. The right use of destruction for the
furtherance of the Plan, must be the way for you. Adherence to the rhythm of the planet
will release the hidden Blessed One and order bring."'
"The Blessed One built him an ark. Stage by stage he built it, and floated upon
the bosom of the waters. Deeply he hid himself, and his light was no more seen, - only his
His voice was heard: 'I have built and strongly built, but am a prisoner within my
building. My light is hidden. Only my word goes forth. Around me lie the waters.
Can I return from whence I came? Is the word strong enough to open wide the door? What
shall I do?'
The answer came: 'Build now an ark translucent, which can reveal the light, O Builder
of the ark. And by that light you shall reveal the lighted way. The power to build anew,
the right use of the Word, and the using of the light, - these will release the Blessed
One, deep hidden in the ark.' " 
"The Blessed One gathered force. He hid himself behind a veil. He rolled himself
within that veil, and deeply hid his face. Naught could be seen but that which veiled, and
active motion. Within the veil was latent thought.
The thought reached forth: 'Behind this veil of maya I stand, a Blessed One, but
unrevealed. My energy is great, and through my mind I can display the glory of divinity.
How can I, therefore, demonstrate this truth? What shall I do? I wander in illusion.'
The word went forth: 'All is illusion, 0 Dweller in the shadows. Come forth into the
light of day. Display the hidden glory of the Blessed One, the glory of the One and Only.
The glory and the truth will rapidly destroy that which has veiled the truth. The prisoner
can go free. The rending of the blinding veil, the clear pronouncing of the truth, and
practice right will render to the Blessed One that golden thread which will provide
release from all the maze of earth existence.' "
"The Blessed One rushed forth to combat. He saw existence as two warring forces,
and fought them both. Loaded with the panoply of war, he stood midway, looking two ways.
The clash of battle, the many weapons he had learned to use, the longing not to fight, the
thrill of finding those he fought were but brothers and himself, the anguish of defeat,
the paean of his victory, - these held him down.
The Blessed One paused and questioned: 'Whence come the victory and whence defeat? Am I
not the Blessed One Himself? I will invoke the angels to my aid!
The trumpet sound went forth: 'Rise up and fight, and reconcile the armies of the Lord.
There is no battle. Force the conflict to subside; send for the invocation for the peace
of all; form out of two, one army of the Lord; let victory crown the efforts of the
Blessed One by harmonizing all. Peace lies behind the warring energies.' "
"The Blessed One came forth in ignorance. He wandered in a darkness deep of
spirit. He saw no reason for this way of life. He sought among the many threads that weave
the  outer garment of the Lord, and found the many ways there be, leading to the
center of the web eternal. The forms that weave that web hide the divine reality. He lost
himself. Fear entered in.
He asked himself: 'Another pattern must be woven; another garment formed. What shall I
do? Shew me another way to weave.'
The Word for him came forth in triple form. His mind responded to the vision clear
evoked: - 'The truth lies hidden in the unknown Way. The Angel of the Presence guards that
Way. The mind reveals the Angel and the door. Stand in that Presence. Lift up thine eyes.
Enter through that golden door. Thus will the Angel, who is the shadow of the Blessed One,
reveal the open door. That Angel too must disappear. The Blessed One remains and passes,
through that door into the light sublime.' "
"The Blessed One caught the vision of the Way, and followed the Way without
discretion. Fury characterized his efforts. The way led down into the world of dual life.
Between the pairs of opposites, he took his stand, and as he swung pendent between them,
fleeting glimpses of the goal shone forth. He swung in mid-heaven. He sought to swing into
that radiant place of light, where stood the door upon the higher Way. But ever he
swung between the pairs of opposites.
He spoke at last within himself: 'I cannot seem to find the Way. I try this way, and
tread with force that way, and always with the keenest wish. I try all ways. What shall I
do to find The Way?'
A cry went forth. It seemed to come from deep within his heart: 'Tread thou, O Pilgrim
on the Way of sensuous life, the middle, lighted way. It passes straight between the dual
worlds. Find thou that narrow, middle way. It leads you to your goal. Seek that perceptive
steadiness which leads to proved endurance. Adherence to the chosen Way, and ignoring of
the pairs of opposites, will bring this Blessed One upon the lighted way into the joy of
proved success.' "
"The Blessed One sought the pathway into form, but held  with firmness to the
hand of the Magician. He sought to reconcile the Pilgrim, who was himself to life in form.
He sought to bring the world of disorder in which he found himself into some kind of
order. He wandered far into the deepest depths and became immersed in chaos and disorder.
He could not understand, yet still held to the hand of the Magician. He sought to bring
about that order that his soul craved. He talked with all he met, but his bewilderment
To the Magician thus he spoke: 'The ways of the Creator must be good. Behind all that
which seems to be, must be a Plan. Teach me the purpose of it all. How can I work,
immersed in deepest matter? Tell me the thing that I must do?'
The Magician said: 'Listen, O Worker in the furthest world, to the rhythm of the times.
Note the pulsation in the heart of that which is divine. Retire into the silence and
attune yourself unto the whole. Then venture forth. Establish the right rhythm; bring
order to the forms of life which must express the Plan of Deity!
For this Blessed One release is found in work. He must display his knowledge of the
Plan by the sounding of those words which will evoke the Builders of the forms and thus
create the new."