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Where were the builders, the luminous sons of Manvantaric dawn? . . . In the unknown darkness in their Ah-hi Paranishpanna. The producers of form from no-form — the root of the world — the Devamatri and Svabhavat, rested in the bliss of non-being.
2
Where was silence? Where the ears to sense it? No, there was neither silence nor sound; naught save ceaseless eternal breath, which knows itself not.
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The hour had not yet struck; the ray had not yet flashed into the Germ; the Matripadma had not yet swollen.
4
Her heart had not yet opened for the one ray to enter, thence to fall, as three into four, into the lap of Maya.
5
The seven sons were not yet born from the web of light. Darkness alone was father-mother, Svabhavat; and Svabhavat was in darkness.
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These two are the Germ, and the Germ is one. The Universe was still concealed in the Divine thought and the Divine bosom