About me: Quest Books is the publishing arm of the Theosophical Society in America. This organization, with 150 branches nationwide, is part of the International Theosophical Society founded in New York in 1875 with present headquarters in Adyar, Madras, India.
Located at the national Society’s headquarters in Wheaton, IL, Quest Books is dedicated to publishing works compatible with the aims of the parent organization:
To promote fellowship among all peoples of the world and to encourage the study of religion, philosophy, and science, so that we may better understand ourselves and our place in the Universe. The Society stands for complete freedom of individual search and belief.
Since 1965, Quest has sold over 4 million books by leading cultural thinkers on such increasingly popular subjects as transpersonal psychology, comparative religion, deep ecology, spiritual growth, the development of creativity, and alternative health practices. Through our distributor, Publishers Group West, we offer a backlist of approximately 300 titles, including audio and video tapes, and we release approximately 12 new books each year.
"These last few days I have been thinking and thinking of the Nordland summer, with its endless day. Sitting here thinking of that, and of a hut I lived in, and of the woods behind the hut. And writing things down, by way of passing the time; to amuse myself, no more. The time goes very slowly; I cannot get it to pass as quickly as I would, though I have nothing to sorrow for, and live as pleasantly as could be. I am well content withal, and my thirty years are no age to speak of."
Everything in the Universe, throughout all its kingdoms, is CONSCIOUS: i.e., endowed with a consciousness of its own kind and on its own plane of perception.
Everything that is, was, and will be, eternally IS, even the countless forms, which are finite and perishable only in their objective, not in their ideal Form.
Happy Birthday! .. If thou would'st not be slain by them, then must thou harmless make thy own creations, the children of thy thoughts, unseen, impalpable, that swarm round humankind, the progeny and heirs to man and his terrestrial spoils. Thou hast to study the voidness of the seeming full, the fullness of the seeming void. O fearless Aspirant, look deep within the well of thine own heart, and answer. Knowest thou of Self the powers, O thou perceiver of external shadows? If thou dost not - then art thou lost.
