|The Direction of Ray VII
"Under an arch between two rooms, the seventh Magician stood. One room was full of
light and life and power, of stillness which was purpose and a beauty which was space. The
other room was full of movement, a sound of great activity, a chaos without form, of work
which had no true objective. The eyes of the Magician were fixed on chaos. He liked it
not. His back was towards the room of vital stillness. He knew it not. The arch was
He murmured in despair: 'For ages I have stood and sought to solve the problem of this
room; to rearrange the chaos so that beauty might shine forth, and the goal of my desire.
I sought to weave these colors into a dream of' beauty, and to harmonize the many sounds.
Achievement lacks. Naught but my failure can be seen. And yet I know there is a difference
between that which I can see before my eyes and that which I begin to sense behind my
back. What shall I do?'
Above the head of the Magician, and just behind his back, and yet within the room of
ordered beauty, a magnet vast began to oscillate... It caused the revolution of the man,
within the arch, which tottered to a future fall. The magnet turned him round until he
faced the scene and room. unseen before... 
Then through the center of his heart the magnet poured its force attractive. The magnet
poured its force repulsive. It reduced the chaos until its forms no longer could be seen.
Some aspects of a beauty, unrevealed before, emerged. And from the room a light shone
forth and, by its powers and life, forced the Magician to move forward into light, and
leave the arch of peril."