Max Heindel, known as the greatest western mystic of the twentieth century, left as a legacy to the world this wonderful book: The Rosicrucian Cosmo-Conception or Mystic Christianity. 

The mutual antagonism of the Catholic Church and Rosicrucianism is well established and longstanding. For most of the past 300 years they have been acknowledged, even in the secular mindset, as implacably opposed. This is great reading for those who have been curious about this mystical-order. It cuts through the chase and goes directly to the heart of the matter. 

Chapters include: The Visible and Invisible Worlds, The Four Kingdoms, Rebirth and the Law of Consequence, The Scheme of Evolution, The Genesis and Evolution of our Solar System, The Occult Analysis of Genesis, Christ and His Mission, The Constitution of the Earth and Volcanic Eruptions, Christian Rosenkreuz and the Order of Rosicrucians...

Complete Illustrated Edition.

Excerpt: "The Western world is undoubtedly the vanguard of the human race, and, for reasons given in the following pages, it is held by the Rosicrucian that neither Judaism nor "popular Christianity," but true Esoteric Christianity is to be its world-religion.

Buddha, great, grand and sublime, may be the "light of Asia," but Christ will yet be acknowledged the "Light of the World." As the sun outshines the brightest star in the heavens, dispels every vestige of darkness and gives life and light to all beings, so, in a not too distant future, will the true religion of Christ supersede and obliterate all other religions, to the eternal benefit of mankind.

In our civilization the chasm that stretches between mind and heart yawns deep and wide and, as the mind flies on from discovery to discovery in the realms of science, the gulf becomes ever deeper and wider and the heart is left further and further behind. The mind loudly demands and will be satisfied with nothing less than a materially demonstrable explanation of man and his fellow-creatures that make up the phenomenal world. The heart feels instinctively that there is something greater, and it yearns for that which it feels is a higher truth than can be grasped by the mind alone. The human soul would fain soar upon ethereal pinions of intuition; would fain lave in the eternal fount of spiritual light and love; but modern scientific views have shorn its wings and it sits fettered and mute, unsatisfied longings gnawing at its tendrils as the vulture of Prometheus' liver.