Unlock the mysteries of the cosmos and delve into ancient wisdom with 'The The Universe is Mental.' This timeless esoteric masterpiece distills Hermetic philosophy, revealing profound insights into the nature of reality, consciousness, and the laws governing the universe. Offering a thought-provoking journey into the realms of mind and spirit, this book unveils age-old principles that continue to inspire seekers of truth and seekers of inner enlightenment.
I have often wondered why many New Age and fringe beliefs have a similar flavor to them, but until picking up this book I didn't have a full idea of where they really stem from.
While the Kybalion is not in itself a Hermetic text, the way that it is written for modern audiences is a good jumping-off point to explore ancient mysteries.
As someone who grew up with a parent in a New Age alien Jesus cult, this book revealed where a lot of the ideas were ripped from (especially since both originated in the early 20th century.) This is more revealing of modern New Age than it is ancient practices. I feel like any spiritual tiktok guru with a workshop is ripping partially from this text, whether knowing or unknowingly. I'm interested in digging further, but at this point, my Goodreads is starting to look like an episode of ancient aliens on meth.
For a book that's 136, it took me DAYS to finish, and here's why;
The Kybalion is one of the strangest reading experiences I’ve ever had: part genuinely insightful philosophy, part pompous mysticism, and part spiritual ego trip.
On the positive side, the Hermetic principles themselves — Polarity, Rhythm, Mentalism, and so on — are fascinating, and when the book focuses on explaining these ideas, it works. Some passages are genuinely thought-provoking, and a few concepts (like Polarity) are applicable in real, grounded ways.
But the problems… oh, there are problems.
The tone is wildly inconsistent. One paragraph offers a useful idea, and the next suddenly turns condescending, elitist, or flat-out insulting. The authors constantly talk about “The Masses” as weak, unthinking, inferior beings, while glorifying “The Masters” as nearly superhuman. It creates a bizarre spiritual hierarchy that feels more like ego than wisdom.
Emotionally, the book swings between insight and irritation. The structure is messy; the pacing is uneven; whole chapters feel long-winded or contradictory. Modern readers will immediately recognise that some ideas are explained poorly or irresponsibly — especially the sections about “controlling emotions,” which could easily be misinterpreted as praising emotional numbness instead of healthy emotional regulation.
In short: Great ideas buried under Victorian elitism, confusing explanations, and unnecessary arrogance. This could have been a brilliant book if the authors hadn’t wandered so far into their own egos.
Worth reading for the historical value and the core principles — but go in with a critical mind, and don’t be surprised if you find yourself arguing with the text more than once.