In this book, the author tries to prove that man'sunceasing quest for God continues, but he has not been successful in finding Him so far. It tries to address all those who are tormented by thorns of gnawing doubt. He talks of those days when suddenly appeared exotically embellished stories spread by enterprising mystagogues, who openly told all the world about ?adepts? and mahatmas?wise men living in seclusion in the heart of Asia?who were endowed with secret knowledge. These tales betray albeit, unintentionally, that their inventors, while having learned about those hidden sages, had never seen one face-to-face; ?for else they could not have imagined that various performing fakirs and other curious ?holy men?, whom they had met, might actually be members of that spiritual brotherhood.?
He says that there still survives a faint sense of mankind'sbeing connected with a sanctuary of God'sSpirit?a temple hidden somewhere on this earth. From bits of knowledge lying on the way, they put together a novel ?scientific? system of ?spiritual? instruction and research based upon a ?secret doctrine? for they believed that conscious knowledge of the Spirit?which comprehends eternity?could be learned the way that one acquires knowledge of the mind.
Speaking of the mahatmas, the sages and saints, the author says that they practice strict asceticism, believing this will sublimate their ?spiritual? potential; ?they steep themselves in miasmas of a mysticism rising from the fever-ridden jungle of the East?; they scour every nook and cranny, searching for ?occult? powers?and by such means assume that one might find those hidden guides, ?who look on all such doings with only pity and amusement.?
He continues that only those, whose eyes are not distracted by the constant glitter of this world, but who, instead, ?keep calmly looking towards the inner East, will then discover the living light on holy mountains.?
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