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There was, therefore, a general exchange of letters regarding Amelius, noting that he shared in the same honors. Among these writings was my own recognition of them, which rescued you from those who would mislead you. These things were settled when you turned toward the better way and away from neglect. For this reason, we have dared to set down such things regarding Plotinus, through whom one must descend into both the common and the unknown things. But in the shrine dedicated to him original: "ἀφιδρύσει" (aphidrysei) — referring to a dedicated space or memorial for a master., let there be nothing mixed, but only what is pure. If indeed you now turn toward the hymns of the pure mind, trusting in the truth of his writings, you lived as an equal with me. For I hold the foundation laid by Plotinus. Everything that follows regarding my own body was merely a projection; one must be convinced that he was not merely a living being, but possessed a nature from which the works of Plotinus are known in every respect. He says: he was not the prophet of some maiden or ox, but a king. And he [Apollo] spoke not in disordered measures. I come down toward the assembly of those people, and in this way, equally. For the life of Plotinus, compared to the unphilosophical, maintained a complete ignorance of worldly things, but he possessed a zeal for the writings of Plotinus. May such a man be perfected! And indeed, those who spoke against him were proven wrong. I, Porphyry, wrote these things about Plotinus; I was not silenced, but I was struck by his greatness and ceased my opposition. To him, there was no rebuttal. If anyone should cry out against what I have written, they would be driven away. But these things about me are not as he says, he who speaks through himself. Now, using the testimonies concerning the mind that has become divine, and those who have become the wisest, you have known the truth. Thus, truth guards the things concerning me. So he says of him, when he was being purified. For Apollo, when asked by Amelius "Where is the soul of Plotinus?", gave an oracle of this kind concerning him, of whom it is not possible to say he was anything but the wisest of all. Listen to how great and what kind of things he prophesied concerning Plotinus.
"I raise an immortal song, tuning a long hymn-song
about a dear friend. He followed the leaders, weaving
voices from the hymn-singer's art. But you, struck with awe,
I call upon, and I dwell upon your right hand.
Let all be silent for his voice, and for the all-harmonious surges;
for it is necessary for everyone to hear and sing
among the immortals. Every feast is for you in this way.
But if we should go back into the sacred dance of the Muses,
to see now the destiny and the limits of every
hymn, you too, in the midst, and I, the loud-sounding Phoebus Phoebus is a common title for Apollo, the god of prophecy and music..
I sing of a man who was a divine spirit on the paths of a holy destiny,
when your heart was tossed by the destructive blow
of the waves; and you passed through the blood-roaring surge
of the passions from the midst. It washed you, and the counter-breath sent you
under the sinking night. As if counting the units of your...
he was always below; but there the anvil [of fate]
was taken away from the light and the endless path.
If any evil should rise up, it is saved from the lawless one.
And once, you fled the bitter wave of the life
of the headstrong rush, that you might see the
Elysian Elysian The Elysian Fields are the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and the virtuous in Greek mythology. and unhoped-for meadows.
Many times from the Blessed Ones original: "μακάρων" (makaron) — the 'Blessed' refers to the gods or the souls of the virtuous in the afterlife. there appeared to you a light...
The deep abyss went out for everyone—
a steady path, tell me, O friends, how it might be.
There the mind dwells in cycles, and the immortal one rules
like the immortals. Frequently, the light of their eyes went forth.
How the destiny of the same soul draws him—"