On this day, the Four Female Door-Keepers, also issuing from within your own brain, will come to shine upon you. There will be a stream of violent and sensuous thought-forms entering your awareness, begetting feelings of anger, lust, ignorance and fear. Recognize whatever shines to be the thought-forms of your own intellectual faculties. If you do not recognize your own thought-forms as soon as you die, the shapes equaling the heavens in vastness, filling the world-systems. They will come with their upper teeth biting their lower lip; their eyes glassy; their hair tied up on the top of the head; big-bellied, narrow-wasted; holding a karmic record-board in the hand; licking human brain, drinking blood, tearing heads from corpses, tearing out the hearts.
O nobly-born, when such thought-forms emanate, be not afraid; the body which you now possess cannot die. The bodies of the Lord of Death, too, are emanations from the radiances of your own intellect; they are not constituted of matter; voidness cannot injure voidness. Knowing this, all the fear and terror is self-dissipated; and, merging in the state of at-one-ment, Liberation is obtained.
