I have taken The Fables of Lokaii out of print; I felt it said much the same as did Daughter of Xiu. I also felt that The Fables of Lokaii unintendedly suggests mystical Stillness is about "emotional starvation", or cultivating a Vulcan-like constitution. For me, Stillness is about attaining a sense of calm, ease, contentment and serenity in every chakra. Though I have discarded The Fables of Lokaii, it has some passages which I deem valuable and would like to share here with you, for free.
Lokaii talks about the harmonizing power of Tao (Origin):
And Lokaii answered, “it is the power of Origin to approach and benefit her beings from-out the timelessness of her transcendental abode; and so there was land ere the First arose from the Ancient Seas to breathe the vital air of the trees and to eat the lustres fruit of green foliage, and like so the sky existed ere the first crane spread its wings with majesty, and learn the ways of heaven. Embrace this principle in thine heart, o Miro’ann, and give unto it thy Trust, that the power of Origin may enter into thee, and bring thy being into divine order.
Lokaii talks about not being forceful in one's mystical growth:
Miro’ann (Mee-ro-ann) and Lokaii descended into the deeps of the vale, and the white blossoms about them whirled and settled upon the vernal grass. And the merl and nightingale sang a song beatific, and the water whispers chanted on truths lasting and eternal.
But all the sudden Miro’ann felt a deep lonesomeness, and thus he asked unto Lokaii, “wilst not thou speak with me on the Bed of Love?”
“Not yet,” answered Lokaii. “Rest now, o Miro’ann, for the days have yet given with plenty, and thine inner being must now adjust to what is unfolding within thee, like the beds of the earth must yield to the growth of fair foliage. Not forever is it the hour of the morning nor that of the day, where-in sleeping things bloom open, that they may nourish of the light, and so continue their growth; nor are all the days the days of summer or of spring, when all seeks greatness, and pursues the heights of heaven. Enter now into thine inner night, and dwell some in the fall and the winter, for it is then that thou shalt reap what thou hast so eagerly sown.”
And thus saying did Lokaii sit and closed he his eyes, and forgot his own being, and allowed he the rhythms of life to organize great harmony within him. And Miro’ann looked upon him with admiration, for it seemed to him that the body of Lokaii came but a shell containing a space that was endless. He bowed to him, and he himself would lay down and listened unto the song of birds and the murmur of the streaming water, and he saw how the white flowers whirled by him in the serenities of the wind. And in the days that came he wandered in the vale and he bathe in the cold waters of spring, or he looked upon the whitest clouds that above tall trees drifted, placed upon ridges that enwound the land. And he felt as the fallen leaf whom with great serenity upon the cradling wind finds its natural lot, and returns in surrendrence unto the silent call of the earth, and nourished her beds for a phase of new growth.
And then Lokaii came to him, and he said, “in serenity the leaf is fallen and by the earth consumed, as even the truths thou hast realized have entwined with thine inner self, and are come a part of thy natural being. Let us now speak of the Bed of Love.”
Lokaii talks about the consequences of attaining mystical Stillness in this world:
But Lokaii smiled upon him, and yet a sadness was in his eyes also. And he said, “mayest thou realize that for thy Stillness and inner power thy Sight is come subtle, and in less than a blink of an eye thou shalt know the hearts of the people; but know, o Miro’ann, thou knowest thyself and the people, but never shall the people know thee or themselves. And in their lack of both their self-knowing and the knowing of the principles of life, shall yet they in great confidence shout the illusions of their heart. Let them not overwhelm thee with their strength so benighted! for not can compare their words to thy Stillness, and in thy Stillness shall never they see the answer to the deep ignorance that is in them.
“And though thou art come hither as a man of virtue and of worth, shall yet I send thee back. Go! dwell yet in the Cities of the Night, for thou art as is the leaf of the aspen that is shifted by the sigh of the gentlest wind. How may I ordain thee into the highest, if it but brings thee into deep-most shame? And how shalt thou embody the Light, if truth thou see’st in the words of loathing that the darkness shall speak of thee?
“And the cultists and the wizards shall never see thee as a mystic of prominence, and the priests of the temples shall despise thee, for e’er thou findest the divine nature of all things in even a lump of earth, and knowest thou no need for their religions or their rites. And the philosophers whom so suffer from the ailment of Intelligent Ignorance shall frown upon thee, for thy virtue of True Profundity they shall hold as foolish and without reason. Nay, none these people shall be able to distinguish the copper from the gold. Findest thou but refuge in the virtues of Origin; and if thou perceivest the divine Stillness in even their baleful words, then shall I name thee great and worthy.
“Go! o Miro’ann most-noble. When thou returnest shall I have dried the Root of Life Eternal and shall have ground it into powder, and we shall drink of it a tea sacred and divine. And here I shall wait for thee with another white robe, and with love and honour I shall give it unto thee.”