To Madame Eveline de Hanska, nee Countess Rzewuska
On seeing the Norwegian coast as outlined on the map, what imagination can fail to be amazed at its fantastic contour - long tongues of granite , round which the surges of the North Sea are for ever moaning?
'We mean to go to God', said they. 'Come with us, father'.
Written by a Rosicrucian adept, this fantastic tale is a masterful work of occult teachings. Not written for the masses, Seraphita was for those few lofty spirits who could discern Jacobs mystical stair.
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