The lower chalice rises like a flower of color dark or somber. Dull it appears to the outer vision, but within a light will sometime shine and shatter the illusion.
Chalice the second rises from out the lower sheath as does the flower from out the calix green. Of color rose it is, and many shades thereof; and to the onlooker it seems as if the color might transcend the inner shining light. But this is but illusion which time itself dispels.
Chalice the third surmounts all and opens wide in time its outspread petals. Blue does it appear and blends with the rose, forming at first a deep impenetrable shade which shuts out the light.
Within the three, deep hidden in the heart, tiny at first yet ever waxing greater, shines the light divine. This light, through radiating heat and innate divine vibration, constructs for itself a sheath of iridescence. It emerges from the threefold chalice as a floating bubble alights on a flower.
Within this iridescent sheath burns the inner Flame, and in its turn it burns out the lower gross material. E’en as the Path is neared, clearer the light shines out. Forth through the chalice gross and dark that forms the foundation shines the light supernal, till all who see the radiation cry out within themselves: “Behold, a God is here.”
Forth from the chalice rosy red shines the inner glow, till soon the red of earth desire becomes the glow of heaven’s fire, and all is lost save aspiration that shades not the cup with karmic color.
Forth from the chalice blue shines and glows the inner light divine till all the forms are burnt and gone, and naught is left save one divine abstraction. Naught but the shells remain below, naught but the forms for use, and at the culmination what strange event is seen? Tarry, O Pilgrim, at the strange appearance, with bowed head watch the progress of the fire. Slowly the chalice threefold merges into an altar, and from that triple altar mounts the fire unto its Source. As mounts and spreads the inner flame, the beauty of the central sphere, lit with a radiance white, causes the worlds to stand and cry: “Behold, a God is here.”
Ever the flames mount higher, ever the warmth streams forth, till – in the moment of the hour set – the flame destroys all, and all is gone, the work of ages passes, in a moment, into nothingness.
But forth from the fourfold fire, up from the altar of the ages, springs the Liberated One, the Flame. Back to the fire of Cosmos springs the dual flame. Into the Three is absorbed the essence, and becomes one with its Source. The Spark becomes the Flame, the Flame becomes the Fire, and forms part of the great Cosmic blaze that holds the secret of the Five hidden within the heart.
om mane padme hum
“Excerpted from The Rays and the Initiations – Appendix” by Alice Bailey and Djwhal Khul