n yourself any longer as being that drinking,
swearing, lustful man. But look upon yourself as being Divine; that all
the qualities of the universe are within you, and in you are all the
powers of the universe. That poor woman over there whose life is one of
hard, monotonous toil in the house; you are the mother of too many
children. Your life is one round of work, care and anxiety, and when you
look in the glass you see that work, worry and passion have taken the
bloom off your cheeks, the brightness out of your eyes; you are faded;
and it seems as if the light and life of the world had left you, and you
see no bright future. Hardly anything in it for you worth the having.

"It is to you I bring this grand message, my discouraged sister, wake up
and get out of the illusion that you are what that poor worn-out body of
yours stands for. No, dear sister, a thousand times no; for you are
'Existence Absolute, Knowledge Absolute, and Bliss Absolute.'

"The reason that you and your sex are where you are to-day, is because
you are in bondage to your material forms, looking upon yourselves and
wishing men to look upon you also for what you are in body, instead of
women looking upon themselves as spiritual beings and having men do the
same. The reason that men are where they are to-day is because they are
in bondage to their material forms, looking upon themselves as being
men, and also expecting women to look upon them as such, instead of men
looking upon themselves as pure spiritual beings possessing the
qualities of the Divine, and looking upon women as being exactly the
same spiritually as themselves.

"You have all drawn veils over your Divine nature through this illusion,
and from this illusion springs all the acts which keep you from
realizing your Divine nature. Your greed, your vanity, your
self-conceit, your love of praise, your love of self, your attachment to
yourself, and all that is yours, your appetites all act as shades over
the windows of the soul. When will you break these various bonds and be
free?

[2]"There is a story that the king of gods, 'Indra,' once became a pig,
wallowing in mire. He had a she pig and a lot of baby pigs and was very
happy. Then some other angels saw his plight, came to him and told him,
'You are the king of the gods, you have all the gods to command. Why are
you here?' But Indra said, 'Let me be. I am all right here, I don't care
for the heavens while I have the sow and little pigs.