|St Joan, martyred May 30, 1431|
The Maid is the unfading Passion flower, and she will no more pass away than the Word of God. . . . Time is an imposture of the Enemy of mankind, who despairs at the immortality of souls. We are forever in the fifteenth century, as we are in the Tenth, , as we are in the central hour of the Immolation of Cavalry, as we are in times before the coming of Christ. In all truth we lie in each of the folds of ancient History's multicolored apron. In spite of death, we are eternal in a fashion, being Gods, as it has been said: Ego dix: Dii esti (I say unto thee: ye are Gods)."
found in Pilgrim of the Absolute, pp. 322- 324