of Gods.  Therefore I have caused thee to be brought hither, Harmachis; and therefore I speak to thee, my son, and bid thee commune with Me now face to face, as thou didst commune that night upon the temple towers of Abouthis.  For I was there with thee, Harmachis, as I was in ten thousand other worlds.  It was I, O Harmachis, who laid the lotus in thy hand, giving thee the sign which thou didst seek.  For thou art of the kingly blood of my children who served Me from age to age.  And if thou dost not fail thou shalt sit upon that kingly throne and restore my ancient worship in its purity, and sweep my temples from their defilements.  But if thou dost fail, then shall the eternal Spirit Isis become but a memory in Egypt.”

The Voice paused; and, gathering up my strength, at length I spoke aloud: 

“Tell me, O Holy,” I said, “shall I then fail?”

“Ask Me not,” answered the Voice, “that which it is not lawful that I should answer thee.  Perchance I can read that which shall befall thee, perchance it doth not please Me so to read.  What can it profit the Divine, that hath all time wherein to await the issues, to be eager to look upon the blossom that is not blown, but which, lying a seed in the bosom of the earth, shall blow in its season?  Know, Harmachis, that I do not shape the Future; the Future is to thee and not to Me; for it is born of Law and of the rule ordained of the Invisible.  Yet thou art free to act therein, and thou shalt win or thou shalt fail according to thy strength and the measure of thy heart’s purity.  Thine be the burden, Harmachis, as thine in the event shall be the glory or the shame.  Little do I reck of the issue, I who am but the Minister of what is written.  Now hear me:  I will always be with thee, my son, for my love once given can never be taken away, though by sin it may seem lost to thee.  Remember then this:  if thou dost triumph, thy guerdon shall be great; if thou dost fail, heavy indeed shall be thy punishment both in the flesh and in the land that thou callest Amenti.  Yet this for thy comfort:  shame and agony shall not be eternal.  For however deep the fall from righteousness, if but repentance holds the heart, there is a path—­a stony and a cruel path—­whereby the height may be climbed again.  Let it not be thy lot to follow it, Harmachis!

“And now, because thou hast loved Me, my son, and, wandering through the maze of fable, wherein men lose themselves upon the earth, mistaking the substance for the Spirit, and the Altar for the God, hast yet grasped a clue of Truth the Many-faced; and because I love thee and look on to the day that, perchance, shall come when thou shalt dwell blessed in my light and in the doing of my tasks:  because of this, I say, it shall be given to thee, O Harmachis, to hear the Word whereby I may be summoned from the Uttermost, by one who hath communed with Me, and to look upon the face of Isis—­even into the eyes of the Messenger, and not die the death.