Yet I am still hiding the last pages of the manuscript as I hid the first ones. The one under whose yoke the country was driven to near exhaustion has long been reaping in other worlds what he sowed in this one. I am completing The Rose of the World out of prison, in a park turned golden with autumn. There are also people in whose hearts hope smoulders like a dying fire, and who go on living, moving, and working merely out of inertia. Others try not to think about it at all and, having decided once and for all that what happens, happens, immerse themselves in the daily affairs of their own little worlds. Some succeed in convincing themselves that the danger is exaggerated. Some try to bolster it with logical arguments and active protest. Every heart nurses such a hope, and without it life would be unbearable. Perhaps the worst will never come to pass. The threat of a third world war no longer looms like dark clouds on the horizon, but, having fanned out over our heads and blocked the sun, it has quickly dispersed in all directions back beyond the horizon. I am finishing The Rose of the World a few years later. Yet every day I expected the manuscript to be confiscated and destroyed, just as my previous work-work to which I had given ten years of my life and for which I had been consigned to the political isolation ward-had been destroyed. I hid the manuscript, and the forces of good-humans and otherwise-concealed it for me during searches. I began writing it in a prison designated as a «political isolation ward.» I wrote it in secret. I began this book in the darkest years of a dictatorship that tyrannized two hundred million people. This book was begun at a time when the threat of an unparalleled disaster hung over the heads of humanity-when a generation only just recuperating from the trauma of the Second World War discovered to its horror that a strange darkness, the portent of a war even more catastrophic and devastating than the last, was already gathering and thickening on the horizon. The Rose of the World and its Foremost Tasks The Rose of the World and Its Place in Historyġ.1. The Structure of Shadanakar: The Infraphysical planesġ. The Structure of Shadanakar: Worlds of Ascent The Origin of Evil, Planetary Laws, Karma Being and Consciousness The Variomaterial Composition of Humans Metacultures Some Features of the Metahistorical MethodĪ Brief Description of the Transphysical Method On the Metahistorical and Transphysical Methods of Knowledge The Rose of the World and Its Place in History
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