Book: Tilak of Tibet Reveals Life’s Purpose
Author: Ann Hackett

Tilak of Tibet Reveals Life’s Purpose By Ann Hackett

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Pages (PDF): 100
Publication Date: 1944

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This long-forgotten esoteric novella, written in the waning days of World War II, is a series of parables held together by a fictional Tibetan character, Tilak. The author expounds on a diverse set of esoteric themes, including reincarnation, soulmates, auras, karma, lost continents, and ascended masters.

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In the peaceful Kashmir Valley, a son was born to a poor fruit grower and his wife. The June morning that the infant, Tilak, opened his eyes, was full of prophecy and deeper purpose. The year 950 A. D. proved eventful for India, China and Tibet.

When a soul, carrying a message, again becomes encompassed in a fleshy garment, the tidings are passed from flower to tree and to waving grass. These silent sentinels of hidden things sent forth added perfume to the Valley of Kashmir.

The mountain birds winged from great heights and dropped to the warm land below. Their flight was a portent. The wild animals in the woods became quiet. The wild life, reclining on shaded banks, seemed with half-closed eyes to peer across quiet pools, as though wrapped with expectancy.

Standing by the sleeping babe was a Buddhist Priest. He had come to bless the infant boy, and in the sleeping presence of the tiny mortal found himself blessed.

On the exposed palm of the child a cross could be seen, under the forefinger, and on the right hand.

The Buddhist Priest spread the word far and wide that a Teacher had taken birth among mortal men.

The baby grew to boyhood. He seemed to draw his very sustenance from the forming things. His boyish fingers sensed the secret hidden in the buds of fairest flowers. His feet pressed the earth as though to reveal a path long hidden. The soft south wind clung to his tunic and veritably it seemed to sail, carrying him to uncharted seas.

The dark and serious eyes of the youth absorbed all that passed before him, retaining what he saw in the recesses of a growing understanding. He seemed to know that life's panorama is retained in no other way.

To Tilak the rivers and quiet pools were the tears of lives past. That which apparently decays was to him but a preparation for greater beauty.

Tilak lived not on the surface of things, but ever sought to peer beneath the mirror.

Day to Tilak became the dream; night the living.

As a pupil he taught more than he was taught.

His sandals often graced the tiled floor of the Temple. Often would he sit in front of raised altar. As the rays of the rising sun slanted through Temple window and brightened his yellow mantle, his body appeared as though carved from finest substance. It was then his soul was seeking heavenly news.

The animals that roam in the forest of ignorance became as vapor to Tilak. Lust, hatred, anger and fear, knew him not. These animals of baser moments found no place within him to dwell. It is only that which is welcome that remains. Lust, hate, anger and fear ever leave by the same gate through which they enter. They ever shun friendliness, and at its approach hurriedly depart. Man is friendly to that he knows, and when man is friendly he does not hate.

Tilak's heart had taught him that anything that must be carried in the earthly hand perishes quickly, and leaves but the dust of its former shape. Memory alone retains the shape. Why seek those things that perish?

It was thus that Tilak approached his Teacher.

In the open garden, behind his father's simple cottage, the Teacher came.

It was evening. A wayward bird sought its nest. The mountain appeared as a purple sentinel. The closing flowers sighed as they relaxed in slumber, sending forth the evening's essence. Cautiously the moon peered over rocky crag, and then as though satisfied slipped quickly to midheaven.

"I have come, Tilak," said the Teacher.

"I am ready," replied Tilak.

Side by side Teacher and pupil walked out of the garden and onto the highway that led to the mountain.

As though by prearrangement with that long past Tilak became the Keeper of the Chamber of the Great Potential.

The Chamber of the Great Potential was spherical. It had been carved out of the mountainside, and represented earthly life.

As every human being is an equal distance from all that is good and beneficent, so with the earthly planet; all points are equal to the heavens.

Within his cavern Chamber Tilak worked and found his being.

Daily he tended the fires of higher resolve; night brought him recompense.


Sitting before a table in the Chamber of the Great Potential, Tilak wrote on parchment leaves:

All individuals living in earthly conditions have two bodies: the temporary physical body that is used during earthly life, and the permanent finer body that is used after physical death; and that is used before physical birth. The physical body is limited in power, the finer body is unlimited in power.

The physical body is a counterpart of the finer body. The powers used in the physical body are but the powers of the finer body greatly reduced in potency.