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This does not make it any less true.  The butterfly, although some perceive it as being lovelier to behold, is still the same being as the caterpillar.  The caterpillar did not cease to exist; it simply transformed into what it was.  Thus it would seem as if the butterfly is both butterfly and caterpillar, two separate things becoming one.  You are well aware of the fact that if you could not see the transformation take place “with your own eyes,” you would not believe that the two seemingly disparate creatures were the same.  Someone telling you this story of transformation without being able to show you proof that you could see would be accused of making up a fairy tale for your amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are asked how many of us see the story of our own Self in this same frame of mind?  It is a nice fairy tale, an acceptable myth, but until our body’s eyes can behold the proof, this is what it will remain.  This is the insanity we choose not to awaken from.  It is as if we have said we will not open our eyes until someone proves to us that they will see when they are opened.  We sit in darkness awaiting proof that only our own light will dispel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Course of Love - the Complete Course presented by MARI PERRON and DAN ODEGARD, Hodder and Stoughton, 2001,  Prelude, pp. 40-41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we believe we are radiant, lighted beings?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our inner sense of being knows the truth.  We need only listen and learn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live our being in our own true sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all brothers and sisters.  We are all the same.  If our condition is to love and be loved, why does love elude us?  If we want to love and be happy, why do we fear?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think I am unloved, I believe I am unloved.  This belief attracts life experiences or conditions that mirror back what I think and feel.  It’s that simple!  I create my own reality!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must mind our thinking.  I mean it.  We must remember who we are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are spiritual beings living a human experience.  We are all brothers and sisters.  We are all the same.  There is neither a higher nor a lower sense of human identity.  We are God’s children – all of us – and we are loved unconditionally.  This is an absolute truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often as I need to replace my fears, I claim my true identity not once but a hundred times a day –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am One with All Creation.  I need never fear.   I am loved unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create my reality in oneness.  This is my truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write I begin to think I play spare wheel to my friends.  If I allow this insecurity to root, I will attract difficulties in my friendships.  I create negative conditions and situations.  Is this the reality I want?  Moreover, my fears are ungrounded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apply my mind consciously and directly and do not allow negative thinking to permeate my better sense.  I make a conscious, consistent and direct choice to think positively.  What's more, I face my personal fears – I embrace insecurity.  I am human.                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, more lessons ... and yet more lessons&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;My lesson is a lesson of love.  I have made it a hard lesson.  My lesson is to realise my higher self – to attune my real self to the essence of Divine Love Within.  I must learn to value who I am.  I am worthy.  I am complete.  I am whole.  God is Love and I am one with Love.  As I grow in spiritual awareness I evolve – my highest thought is Love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my natural home.  I exist in human form but I carry the essence of the Divine Within.  I choose this human experience to learn.  I am here to learn.  If I don’t learn my lessons, I must relearn my lessons until they are learned.  If I’m not learning, it’s my fault.  I’m equipped with all the tools I need to learn my lessons.  If I choose not to listen and learn, the lessons will be repeated time and time again.  If history repeats itself, I’m not learning and, if need be, the lessons will be hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t have to be difficult.  Simply, let’s make up our mind.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness begins within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk within, I accept I am responsible for my own happiness.  I value these lessons for I grow in understanding – I am already complete.  I am good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in a downward spiral, it’s time for positive change.  You have to make a choice – do you sink or rise?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of creating a happier life begins with a fundamental choice – a choice to live our being in love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-love is an expression of the Divine Love Within.  It is this essence that defines our true selves.  It is a core of infinite compassion and unconditional love.  We honour this presence as an expression of how we would choose to live our being.  We make conscious choices to honour the Self Divine Within.  The path to oneness begins with an awareness of our real selves – the Self Within.  The inner path is our true consciousness.  It is along this path that we grow in understanding of our true selves.  It is a journey of self-discovery and it carries great rewards – a more evolved human existence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living our being in love allows true self expression – we are good enough.  We choose to see the positive and good in all experience.  We treat others as we would ourselves wish to be treated.  We reaffirm we are One with All Creation –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one with all creation.  I need never fear.   I am loved unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I create my reality in oneness.  This is my truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one with all creation brings love into focus – we inspire in our selves a love of truth.  We are mindful – we think how it feels.  Our life focus is directed inwardly to embrace our real selves and to accept and appreciate our completeness – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Fear Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fear truth.  We have all experienced the full scope of human emotions, attitudes and actions.   This is why it becomes difficult to judge our thinking and actions.  In living our being in love, we inspire a process towards positive change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world where we honour the Love Divine Within.  We understand that the reality we choose is the reality we would claim.  We are clear our reality serves our true purpose – to grow in unconditional love and regard of self.  A choice to love unconditionally is to accept and appreciate our selves.  We are God’s children in human form and our journey within realises all that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to feel depressed, I make a conscious choice to lighten my mood.  I consider my feelings.  If I feel sad, I clarify why I feel this way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I make too much of this world.  I need to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel lost, I empathise.  I know how you feel.  I feel your shock, denial, depression, anger, daze, confusion, loneliness, rage, and so on, for this is human.  Our lives happen.  Things change.  We suffer occasional fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should treat others as they would themselves wish to be treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we think and feel the same or do we think and feel apart?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we forget to feel compassion, we suffer fatigue.  Occasional fatigue is human.  We live in a chaotic reality.  We believe life is hard.  We use and abuse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Heaven on Earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a spiritual being living a human experience.  This experience is merely a moment in life eternal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here simply to remember my truth.  I live my being as I would myself wish to live it.  What would you choose?  What is your heart’s desire?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable.  I am lonely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to look up loneliness define.  An image downloads –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left us on 5th September 1997.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart warms and I recognise this human wonder.  I scroll down and read –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciously or unconsciously, every one of us does render some service or other.  If we cultivate the habit of doing this service deliberately, our desire for service will steadily grow stronger and it will make not only for our happiness but that of the world at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciously directing our thinking allows us to change the way we think and feel.  As we grow in self-love, we claim our love of self and one another.  We refuse to deplete our capacity for self-acceptance and appreciation.  We disallow feelings of powerlessness and hopelessness.  We redefine our being – we are worthy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We choose to heal and create a reality we can rejoice in.  We do not allow our fears to define who we are any longer.  We learn to make appropriate choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live our being in love.  We refuse to continue patterns that do not serve us.  We are ever mindful that we create our own reality.  We are skilful actors, applying our selves consciously and strengthening our resolve to grow in loving kindness towards our inner selves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest satisfaction is growing in self-appreciation and allowing good things to happen in our lives.  We are faithful and true to the total beauty of our nature divine.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the middle way  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life offers many opportunities for self-growth.  Our life experiences mirror back what we truly believe.  These self-mirroring experiences offer us real insights.  We grow in understanding and self-knowledge.  The insights we gain inspire wisdom.  We learn to do things differently.  There is little point in effecting change unless it serves to inspire positive change.  Walking the middle way inspires a choice of being.  In achieving a perfect balance, we live a more evolved human existence.  We accept and appreciate ourselves in our total being.  We use our head and follow our hearts.  We juggle our balancing act.  A lesson learned is never forgotten for it may happen that the lesson to be repeated is a hard one.  The sooner we learn to trust our selves, the sooner we learn to make appropriate choices.  It is sustained effort in achieving our perfect balance that we learn to walk the middle way.  A sense of peace and harmony inspires serene and calm expression.  We live our being in harmony.  We are one with all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redefining our Selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honour our spiritual selves - I am a spiritual being living a human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember our true nature – I am one with all creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remember our natural home – the spiritual realm is my true home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have faith that our lives have purpose – I choose my own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We allow abundance in our lives – I have everything I need.  I give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn to quiet our mind – the path towards my higher self is directed inwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are consistent in our thinking – we think and feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There is neither right nor wrong – all experience is relative.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine Love is unconditional – this is an absolute truth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow in wisdom and self love – we embrace our higher selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mind our thinking – we think how it feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, practice and discipline work wonders.  We don’t lose sight of the glimmer light.  We don’t lose focus.  The light shines brightly as we reach the end of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is All That Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our inner world is love.  We choose love for love is the source of our being.    We dedicate our thoughts to love for we are one with love.  Our true purpose is to live our being in love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reaffirm –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one with all creation.  We need never fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loved unconditionally.  We create our reality in oneness.  This is our truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How quickly we forget!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one with love embodies our completeness and wholeness.  We choose to live our being in the Love Divine.  We choose to live our being in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we choose fear, we withdraw into our own misery.  We believe we are unloved.  We are all one with creation.  There is neither a higher nor a lower sense of our sameness.  One is one.  Our unifying consciousness is fair and equal.  We are not children of a lesser or greater God.  God is.  God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we choose fear, we think and feel separate.    God never forsakes his creations!  It is we who forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that the injunction to rest in peace is for the living, not the dead!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Course of Love - the Complete Course presented by MARI PERRON and DAN ODEGARD, Hodder and Stoughton, 2001, Chapter 9, 9.41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a high truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our natural state is happy and peaceful.  So what will it take to live our being in harmony?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We simply allow our birthright.  We let love be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We interchange one with same.  In this reality, one is one and one and same is equal.  I am you.  You are me.  I exist.  You exist.  Together, we co-exist.  We are one.  We are the same.  I am unique but our uniqueness is a quality we all share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free beings.  We are free to make our own choices.  Do we make a choice for love or do we make a choice for fear?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneness is wholeness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one with all creation.  I am God’s child.  I exist in physical form but I am a radiant, lighted being.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of Divine Love exists within me.  I am Spirit-Soul.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to live my being in love for I choose to make a choice for love.  My fear gives me nothing.  If I feel a lack of love in others, I realise that these feelings come from my inability to receive love.  I allow giving and receiving to be one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey begins within.  I choose to live my being in a new consciousness.  This consciousness defines my true self.  I am one with all.  All is one.  All is all that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a spiritual being living a human experience.  I am one with all creation.  I am deeply and exquisitely loved.  I am dearly loved.  I am truly loved.  I am loved unconditionally.  I am appreciated beyond measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In being, I transcend.  I am being in mind and heart.  I am one with all.  I am a lighted, radiant being.  Lest I forget, let this be my truth – I am one with all creation.  I must never forget – for if I do – the experience stays forgotten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one with all creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one with all creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one with all.  All is one.  One is all.  All is all.  I am truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the game begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fundamental objective of the game we call Life is to learn who we are.  There are no rules.  There are simply guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to learn to play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a game of &gt; or &lt;.  All is fair and equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Three &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Four &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Five  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to prove.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Six &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can all win this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guideline # Seven   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in.  Surrender.  Let go and let God.  Let Love be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like a child   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca, my daughter, at 9 years’ old, asks one evening –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did God begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Earth start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is another place for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must we do on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must we learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we be truly happy on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Heaven a truly happy place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does God look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God a He or a She?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything on Earth go back to Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we learn to take it easy on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bianca turned eleven, I reminded her of our conversation.  On the question What is Heaven? and my answer Heaven is another place for God, Bianca disagreed.  She revised my answer with –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is where you go to after you have been to another world.  It is a resting place until you go to a next world.  Heaven is full of love, joy and happiness.  There’s nothing better than it.  You can do what you want to do and never die but when you go to another world you do die.  Heaven is like a pit stop - after all the worlds you’ve been to, you need a break.  Heaven is the pit stop.  Heaven is the source of all worlds.  You travel to other worlds and when you have had enough you come back to rest in Heaven and go on with your journey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thelma’s words ring true –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind and heart are in the right place … but my dream catcher’s not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don’t forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live our being in love is to live an amazing and great life.  It couldn’t be any other way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am One with All Creation.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace and in harmony with the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is truly a great gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Beloved One in Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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&lt;!-- End AMATOMU.COM code --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928011981633841543-6808445801769321939?l=selected-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/6808445801769321939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928011981633841543&amp;postID=6808445801769321939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/6808445801769321939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/6808445801769321939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/2008/06/golden-age-of-future.html' title='The Golden Age of the Future'/><author><name>Luisa Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136852405658171402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928011981633841543.post-4861102547327549097</id><published>2008-06-02T09:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:56:43.766+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Quotes'/><title type='text'>You will have to remove the wall that separates you from the age of enlightened brotherhood</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I go high in the etheric regions and look down upon the earth, so high that the horizons bound one hemisphere after another. The horizons of time are also thus expanded and I see ahead of and behind the present hour. I see the causes that have brought the world to its present &lt;em&gt;impasse. &lt;/em&gt;You will have to remove the wall that separates you from the age of enlightened brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Judge [Last Letters from a Living Dead Man]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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There are three ways of moving into our world from yours.  The first is to come as I did, with the violence of an abrupt end.  The second is to come as a result of the body breaking down; for example, from illness or old age.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third way, the logical way, is to come to us with full and conscious understanding of why it is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now I know that the third way rang a bell in your mind, so let's discuss it here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For a start, the soul that inhabits your body operates like a system of electrical impulses.  Most people call it the etheric body.  The New Testament agrees that human personality &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; survive the barrier of death.  The Master Jesus Himself revealed His etheric body to His disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even showed them the nail holes in His hands, remember ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;recreated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; His earthly body out of etheric matter; out of the electrical impulses which had activated the flesh-and-blood body.  Being a Master, He was enlightened enough to do so; for a Master has full control of all the energy levels on the earth and can bend them all to His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I often marvel at His humility when He was hanging on the cross; allowing Himself to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thrown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from that life into this one, when all the might of Heaven was at His command!  By the flick of a finger, He could have unleashed powers unknown to man!  Yet He let them do to Him what they would, even though they subjected His physical body to unspeakable torture.  When I think of the example of the Master, I regret I did not study His teaching a bit more intelligently when I was on earth.  It's only when you arrive here that you realise how His teachings have been twisted to suit the ends of men; including His attitude to the process of dying.  When the Bible says: “the silver cord is severed and the golden bowl is broken,” it uses precise and clear-cut language.  When you're asleep, your soul can travel to these planes where I exist but it maintains contact with your mortal body by a thin luminous thread which the Bible calls the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silver Cord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  This anchors the soul to the body until the need for sleep has been satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes a recollection of the soul's journey filters down this silver cord to the mind of the sleeper in the form of a very vivid dream.  But the human mind is fallible, having been conditioned since childhood to certain watertight beliefs and so the message transmitted by the silver cord can become garbled and incoherent.  Sometimes, when the soul observes its own body on the earth doing something contrary to Divine Will, it lashes the physical conscience into such ferocious nightmares that the poor sleeper is terrified into recalling the soul to his body.  An awakening in a cold sweat of terror follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When death comes, the process is exactly the same, except that when the soul detaches itself from the body, the silver cord is severed completely.  That is the beginning and the end of the mechanics of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are of course a few minor conditions involved.  Firstly, no soul can ever pass over into these worlds &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unless it has given its consent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and here I don't mean a conscious consent because the conscious mind is only a minor extension of the soul.  The conscious mind may assume that death is approaching but it is the soul itself that must give its consent before the process can take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine, Dad, that you are an old man with reasonable faith in your Creator.  You have been a fairly good Christian all your life, trying to live the laws as they were laid down by the Master Jesus.  Admittedly, you broke them when the temptation became too great but you feel in your own mind that the Great One will forgive your run-of-the-mill transgressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would be your first mistake.  There is no judging when you pass over into our world.  As I said before, your soul vibrates at a certain rate and when it passes over, it will vibrate at a similar rate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you have lived a deceitful life on earth, your soul vibrations will be very sluggish; you will go to a low plane here, on which your fellows will be similar to you in mind and deed.  You can imagine the infighting which goes on among such people!  You meet the application of the law: “As ye sow, so shall ye reap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the actual act of dying is as simple as dozing off after lunch.  A drowsy feeling fills the whole of your body with relaxing comfort.  You can still see, with your earthly eyes, the room about you.  Then you notice that there are all kinds of new people standing around your bed; people that you once knew; such as parents, a favourite uncle, a friend who passed over many years sooner: the joy of seeing them again takes your mind off everything else.  They take you by the hand and lift you to your feet.  This invariably causes you to look back at the bed and to your surprise you or your mortal shell is still lying there.  You say aloud: “But how can I be here with you people and yet still be lying there on the bed?”  Only then do you realise that this is death.&lt;br /&gt;“So now you are taken by your friends to the world where you now belong.  As you move out of the room together, you pass through what appears to be a fog or mist.  It is not dense, you can see for about six feet ahead of you and because you know and love the people you are with, you follow them gladly.  This mist is caused by the dispersing of your etheric body, which has served as the guardian of your material body.  The etheric body, now that death has intervened, leaves the material body and seeks to attach itself to the soul.  But as you move up towards the rarer planes, the etheric matter cannot follow; so it forms the mist which obscures your vision for a few seconds.  When you step out of the mist, the etheric matter returns to the universal reservoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The silver cord and the golden bowl” are merely symbolic words, signifying the end of the earth experience.  Nature wraps you in a blanket of sleep; a person, even if he is terrified of dying, merely falls asleep.  In his sleep, he dreams that he is still in the same room but actually he is passing to our Golden World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Believe me Dad, it is ten times more dangerous and unpleasant to be born into your world, than it is to leave it!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; Being born is a painful, risky process and none of us contemplate it with any degree of pleasure.  And yet to all you people on the earth fear death.  I feared it when I was there; the few times I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think of it, which were very, very few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now let us deal with the conscious passing over of someone who is familiar with the process of death.  There are very few such people in the western world today, for they are mostly advanced souls who only returned to your earth to perform a specific task; to bring about an advance in thought or encourage a particular philosophy.  When the time comes for them to return to their proper realm, they do so, believe me, with the utmost relief and joy!  They tidy up their earthly affairs, then unhurriedly ask the blessings of the Great One.  Then they simply lift out of their bodies and come straight to the plane where they belong.  Nothing could be simpler or more benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first means of passing over is as I did.  Remember Dad, although my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conscious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mind didn't know I was about to return here, my soul did.  Three days before the accident, I knew somehow subconsciously, that my earth life was coming to a close.  My actual passing I have already described to you.  Both Heather and I were lifted out of our bodies &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the collision.  There was no pain, no shock.  This process is the same in all and every form of violent death.  If it appears violent from your end, believe me, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from your end, never from ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the case of the rather backward soul, we place him into a deep torpor as soon as we take charge.  When he arrives in this world, he wakes in what appears to him to be a hospital ward.  The realisation filters to him that he is safe and being well looked after; then it gradually dawns on him that there are no doctors or nurses in this hospital; no bandages and no surgical instruments.  He himself feels no pain; so his next move is to get out of bed and start exploring, to find out what sort of hospital this is.  It is wonderful to watch his amazement and relief when he realises he is more alive than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It takes some time, quite some time, for all this to register completely; often his first reaction is to go back to bed for another couple of days to get used to the idea of what has happened to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then one of the elders visits him and answers all the unasked questions in his mind.  You see, the laws of creation are not so easily grasped by these backward souls as they are by their more experienced brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By the same token, if there is not enough love in the heart of the new arrival here, his ability to adapt to a world that operates on love is likewise backward.  Which is a good thing because the first thing he would do would be to create weapons and then use them to establish power over his fellow souls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not that they can hurt one another; their new bodies are indestructible; so when they finally realise the futility of picking up a club and bopping a neighbour over the head with it, they feel very hard done by.  But they end up by realising that they will only win by living in peace with their fellows.  Gradually, (and you can watch the idea taking hold), unselfish gestures emerge and finally the texture of the soul purifies itself enough to enable them to reach a clearer, more harmonious plane and as things become clearer still, so do they advance to even more evolved planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is one very foolish method of coming here.  By suicide.  This is a futile action for all concerned.  When someone on the earth plane feels so restricted, so cramped, so frightened, that he sees no solution to it – when in fact, he can no longer face up to the day-to-day burdens that confront everyone else in your world – he thinks that committing suicide will be an easy way out and will punish his “tormentors” at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When his soul comes here, it is immediately placed in a state of rest until the jangling dislocations of the suicide have subsided.  Then he is immediately sent back to earth to inhabit a new body.  Once again he finds himself a mortal man;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; but he retains no recollection of his previous history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is more, in this succeeding life of his, he is going to be confronted by exactly the same problems.  If he fails a second time, the same process will occur and continue to occur until he learns to face his problems rather than escape them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Throughout he will be surrounded by the love of the Great One and guarded by his brothers but he must solve his problem without any aid from anyone.  Once he has faced it and solved it, there is no further danger of him committing suicide.  At the same time he is developing the strength of mind that he will need when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eventually learns to be a Creator, as his Great Father was before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So if you want a frustrating round-trip ticket up to our world and right back down to yours again, Dad, commit suicide!  It will get you nowhere fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Originally, when our souls first took on the forms of men, we were still sons of God: with His divine sanction we chose for ourselves how we wanted to look and how we would develop.  All divine law is predicated on this freedom of choice.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decide, Dad.  We ourselves decide what we are going to do.  If it conflicts with any of the Divine rules, then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have to correct our error.  Remember the miser and the drunkard, when they came over here?  They punished themselves very, very effectively!  Yet no one sat in judgment on them.  No one decreed any punishment or penalty.  That is because – and I reiterate it – these worlds are created of love, Dad; the infinite love of the Great One.  As we pray to Him, a blue shaft of light goes up to the heavens – then it turns to gold and His infinite peace flows down it to surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When ‘men of the cloth’ get up here, oh Dad, it is terrible to watch their self-recrimination and their soul-searching when they realise what they taught on earth was too often wide of the mark, even though they merely taught on earth what they themselves had been taught.  They need all our help and comfort as they battle against terrifying images of devils and hell fire, which in truth do not exist here or anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But there are, on the lower planes, souls who need the security of a church and the advice of a minister, before their faith can take articulate form.  They attend beautiful cathedrals and they listen avidly to all the sermons.  But the only ritual they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  here, is the true litany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When Heather last talked to you, she told you about the kitten that adopted her when she came here.  Now she has a dog.  There is every kind of tame animal and bird in these realms, proof once again of the law of love!  When you create a bond with an animal on the earth plane, that bond is powerful enough to bring him here when he dies.  He is cared for until his master passes over to our plane.  When animals arrive here, it is wonderful to see them gambolling with one another – lions and tigers alongside tabby cats – why, some Burmese mahouts even bring their elephants with them!  All of them survive the journey because of the love and care showered on them by everybody here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We hear birds singing wherever we go.  If I happen to admire their song, they immediately respond to my thought; they will perch on my finger and show off their colours and their musical range!  We never cease to marvel at the infinite variety of happiness on these planes, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I first arrived here, I felt no sudden jar at my passing.  As I told you, we were lifted in the air and I took Heather’s hand and together we saw the cars collide.  Then Uncle Mark was suddenly standing beside us.  He explained that we had been through such a terrible collision that we were no longer in the land of the living.  I was too surprised to ask him how he knew, although I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have a hunch I was dead and it seemed perfectly natural that he had come to take charge of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I decided that Heather and I couldn’t do better than go along with him; so we did.  It was simply a question of ascending gradually into the sky, until all of a sudden we were in this beautiful pasture.  I can’t say exactly how long it took us to leave the earth plane.  It was rather much like flipping a radio dial from one station to another.  When you turn the knob, you take for granted that another station will be awaiting your pleasure; you don’t think there is anything &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unusual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;about it.  That was how we moved from your world to our new one.  All our family, even the ones we didn’t know when we were on the earth, were here to welcome us.  They made us feel wanted and very much at home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why I took so long to realise that the news of our death would not be accepted by you as it was on this plane.  It was only then, Dad, that I could actually feel the terrible pull of the grief that you and Mum were suffering.  You remember when you wanted to punish the driver of the other car?  When I felt that terrible resolve hardening itself in your heart, I knew I had to return and make myself known to you.  Nothing else would have altered your stubborn determination to revenge our deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before you could raise yourself up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plane, you would have to raise your vibrations to the speed of mine.  Likewise, when I need to regress myself back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;world, I have to reduce my vibrations to their slowest rate.  This isn’t easy Dad: some of it is downright painful.  It’s like putting on a straitjacket.  I have to constrict myself more and more, like the Rabbit in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, until my vibrations are moving as slowly as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not that I am trying to blow my own trumpet, you understand, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one of the few here who have been able to manage it.  I can move from my world to yours by my own free will.  Heather can do it too, now.  But I would say that ninety-five per cent of the souls at this level are completely unable to manifest at the earth level.  Maybe in moments of urgency, they can appear momentarily to their loved ones on earth but they wouldn’t promise to guarantee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps the most important message we can send you from here – if you can get it across for me – is that grieving, weeping and wishing for the soul of the departed to return, are the worst things that you people can do to someone who has just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see, wherever there is a bond of love, there is an unbroken line of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you grieve for someone you love, your sorrow is immediately transmitted to him in his new world – a most beautiful world – but he cannot come back to the earth plane to comfort his mourners.  He hasn’t had time to master the art of slowing down his vibrations until you can see him or hear him.  This puts him in a hell of a quandary – he is torn between a desire to comfort his loved ones, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing it to be impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a need to adjust himself to his bright new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So please, Dad, tell those who are still on earth not to grieve for those of us who have come over here.  I know it’s impossible to ask them to rejoice, yet we on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side rejoice when the soul of an old friend comes here.  I would ask the bereaved to sit and think of their loved ones instead of themselves.  They will soon forget their own sorrows.  Tell them please, just to send their love and kindly thoughts for a calm journey and a happy arrival, for the friend they have lost is already secure in this world of warmth and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Send wave upon wave of love.  This will help the newly dead to stablise because it convinces them of the validity of both spheres of existence.  This is perhaps the most important  thing I want you to put into this book.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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&lt;!-- End AMATOMU.COM code --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928011981633841543-4719902527269630548?l=selected-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/4719902527269630548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928011981633841543&amp;postID=4719902527269630548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/4719902527269630548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/4719902527269630548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-thing-we-must-not-forget.html' title='One thing we must not forget!'/><author><name>Luisa Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136852405658171402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928011981633841543.post-8584012924267918728</id><published>2008-03-18T11:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:57:19.814+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Death of My Son'/><title type='text'>On the Death of My Son - Occupations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jasper asked Mike how he occupied himself in the Golden World, in view of the fact that he had set his heart on architecture in his earth life.  Did architecture come into the picture at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can bet your boots!" answered Mike.  "Once a fellow reaches &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stage in his development, he's bound to apply critical taste to the kind of place he wants to live in.  As soon as I arrived here, I was shown the sights by Uncle Mark.  People who practised architecture on earth because they loved the profession, like he did, inevitably seek out their own kind and put out the "business as usual" sign here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When a new boy like me is ready to shop for a home of his own, he "makes his number" with these architectural types and we all sit down and discuss what kind of house would suit me best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Remember we never have rain or bad weather, so there are no wear-and-tear problems.  As a matter of fact, there's no need for a house at all!  but if you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a house, you sort of pick and choose until gradually you decide on such-and-such a house, with so many rooms.  If you want ten thousand rooms, you can have ten thousand rooms, though it seems a bit unnecessary.  It would be a great big echoing white elephant, in case you hadn't banked on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"At any rate, as soon as you've decided on the kind of house you want, you look for the perfect site.  There are valleys, mountains, rivers, even oceans in our world; so you start cruising about a hundred and fifty feet above the ground, at a fair speed, say two hundred miles an hour - until you find the spot that tickles your fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanted mine to be somewhere near a congenial community and I saw exactly what the doctor ordered.  It was perched on a gently slope, protected by beautiful trees and springy green turf.  The grass grows to about three inches high here and it's beautifully soft to walk on.  It never needs cutting; it never withers; it always remains this beautiful emerald green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Once I had picked my site, Mark called in the architects.  They sat down and visualised, in their mind, the type of house that would suit me best.  Then the builders arrived.  There were three of them and they sat down right beside the architects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A minute later, right there on the plot I had selected, the shimmering outlines of my house began to appear!  Then everybody looked at me and Mark said: "Well, Mike?  Is that more or less what you had in mind?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can't tell you how exciting it felt to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bona fida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;home owner!  I hollered back.  "You bet it is!" and at once the transparent shell started to take on solid form.  In twenty minutes, there was my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I took possession that very same hour and sent out mental invitations to all my friends to attend the housewarming.  In no time flat they were all there in person and I welcomed each one at my own front door!  The first item on the agenda was to ask one of the elders to join us.  We sat round him in a circle and conveyed our gratitude and joy to the Great One.  After which, we had a pop concert!  Yes Dad!  We used every kind of music - you know how fond of rock 'n roll I used to be on earth - well we soon had a full-scale orchestra going strong and we really did ourselves proud!  It was a fantastic homewarming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It soon became obvious that the house wasn't big enough to hold us all, so I sent out an S.O.S. to the original architects.  And as soon as we all put our heads together in a sit-down-and-think session, lo and behold, the house was increased to the exact capacity we needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Believe me Dad, this universal sharing of everything has to be seen to be believed.  There is no envy, there is no greed; there is no: "You've got more than I have," because the minute you want anything, it's there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You remember how I loved to walk in the rain in nothing but a singlet and a pair of shorts, when I was a nipper?  Well, whenever I need to feel the refreshing rain beating in my face and the wind blowing my head clear, I go out into an open field and  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; - and then I enjoy my own private thunderstorm!  It doesn't interfere with anybody else; I take good care that it doesn't; we make a point of live-and-let-live on this plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rain forms little puddles as I walk; yet when I turn round and look behind me, there's no sign of it - only the usual long green grass.  It takes some getting used to, the fact that the mind is a creative weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used the wrong word there," he added and thought it over.  "Not weapon.  Instrument is a much nicer way of saying it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Mike," Jasper enquired, "what are you allowed to do if any of your neighbours turn out to be neither kind nor considerate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That couldn't happen here.  We're all at the same stage of development.  If one of us were to disturb the harmony, even if unintentionally, one of the  elders would nip along smartly and nudge him back into line.  Sometimes the best of us are apt to slip up, of course.  That's when the elders  point out the error of our ways and we correct ourselves at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is so serene here that one is immediately remorseful for having been the "odd man out" and the remorse immediately rights the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one is ever punished in this world.  A man punishes himself if he has broken the rules of happy living."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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The galaxies are comprised of universal systems, millions and millions in number. We are the sons of this same Father - believe me, we are! - and we too, like Him, must one day become creators; which is why we are allowed to practise when and however we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This plane where I exist now, like all the nearby planes, is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; infinite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in concept. We never need to jostle everybody out of the way, to grab the best place in the queue. Some of us like to live in communities, others like to live in rural cottages on the rolling downs, or even alone in the forests. We are free to choose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we would like to live and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with whom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we would like to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our particular place in creation is distinguished by the way it reflects the law of retribution. When I move down to our lower planes, I see people getting up to the most idiotic shenanigans. For example, I saw this one bloke surrounded by piles and piles of gold; he was literally buried under it! Yet he kept jealously counting every coin. He didn't even pause to look up when I greeted him; he just grunted and kept on counting. I thought that this miser was nuts to sit there counting his money as if he could still buy wealth and importance with it. So I asked one of the elder brothers about him because they are always approachable when we go to them with a problem that is perplexing us. The elder explained that on earth, this bloke had been an honest-to-goodness miser. Every night, when all his doors were locked and his curtains drawn, he used to haul out his gold and count it until he was cross-eyed with fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When he passed over, he was still the same man he had been on earth, of course, so he got so homesick for the gold he had left behind, that finally piles of it appeared all round him! Thought had become fact, as it always does on this plane. Well, there the gold &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so he sat down to count it as he had never counted it before. He must have been sitting there for over thirty years of earth time, just multiplying his wealth. And he'll be perfectly happy doing just that - until he eventually realises that gold is utterly useless to him here. We have no wealth or poverty here. And so it will finally dawn on him that he has been wasting his time. And no one will regret it more than the poor old bloke himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And there was this other fellow who had been a drunkard all his earthly life; when he passed over there, he began with a rabid desire to drink a whole case of good brandy. So, lo and behold, a case of brandy appeared under his nose! He pried open the lid, grabbed the nearest bottle by its neck and drank it at one gulp. It tasted exactly like it had on earth but here comes the snag, Dad; he couldn't get drunk! But because his mind was now one with its creator, it refused to make itself drunk! Drink had only been an alibi on earth; a device to avoid facing reality; so when he drank to avoid facing reality &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he realised at long last that no matter how much booze he poured down his gullet, it had left him stone cold sober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What worse punishment could befall a miser or a drunk who had abused the fruits of the earth? But the beauty is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they themselves determined their own punishments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;There is no Great Judge presiding over us here, handing out dry bread and water and solitary confinement! When a new soul comes to us there is no vindictive Confessor who says: "You have been good, go to Heaven!" or: "You have been bad, go to Hell!" and then hurls you into the fiery pit anyway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Again I tell you that our Father is one of infinite love and compassion. Any punishment brought about in your world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but accountable in ours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;is paid for solely by the transgressor himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Conservation of energy is a prime law here. That really means moderation. We learn to be moderate in all things. The miser allowed his sense of balance to turn turtle because he lusted for gold and nothing but gold. 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He had found happiness in the hereafter: not in the pig latin of organised bigotry, damnation in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Jasper took a very long time to absorb all that Mike had been telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mike," said Jasper, during a session with Nina, "I think I am getting a much clearer picture of the laws that operate in your world. But can you tell me a bit more about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Dad, there's quite a difference between the me that lives in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;world and the me that lived in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;world! My body doesn't need food or drink to keep it going; nor does it need sleep to restore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you first arrive here, however, the routines of eating and drinking and sleeping are too firmly established to be eliminated at one fell swoop. So if you think you need to sleep, well, you lie down on a couch in one of the houses and you sleep for as long as you want. If you think you need to eat, then you eat your fill. There are no excetory organs in our bodies. For example, when I drink a glass of water, it just diffuses itself throughout my system and that's that! In other words, it's converted into energy. If I see a beautiful apple tree with bright red apples on it, I can reach up and pick one off and swallow it - all it does is to give me a tingling sense of satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have hundreds of trees which bear fruit and the fruit never drops off or rots. It stays crisp and fresh. When we occasionally feel depressed - and we &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad; when the people we left behind are sorrowing for us too intensely, it depresses us up here! The best way to cheer up is to wander out and pick an apple or pear, or any other fruit we happen to fancy. It has the effect of recharging our batteries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What sort of clothes do you wear, Mike?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any old thing we choose. It's simply a matter of concentrating on a particular cloth and, hey presto! we're wearing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is one robe that we could never try to alter; our spirit robe. When we have public gatherings here, or when we call on one of the higher brethren in the halls of wisdom and learning, we simply discard our personal fashion of the moment and our spirit robes appear at once. They hang in classical folds and come in an entire spectrum of glowing colours. We can never change the colour or alter the shape of a robe because its function is to reflect the true condition of our spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose, on earth, I had been a man with a violent temper. My robe here would have splotches of dark, muddy grey or dirty red shot through with grey. This proclaims to all and sundry that it's high time the wearer began ridding himself of these blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of us here wear our spirit clothing most of the time; when we combine this with our gift of telepathy, it's well nigh impossible for anyone to maintain a phoney front and hope to get away with it! No sooner have I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a thing, than the person I'm talking to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it. He knows exactly what's making me tick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As no dust or grime exists up here, we have no reason to wash our clothes. Nor do we need dry cleaners. When we feel that our clothes don't have the shine we'd like them to have, we exercise our minds and the clothes shine as brightly as we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a lot of fun with the teenagers who have just arrived here. Especially the girls, when they think they're still the cat's whiskers. Oh Dad, you'd laugh to see them pimping around as if they were in a department store, changing out of one set of glad rags to another and then starting again from scratch and dreaming up something even more weird and wonderful! Which promptly appears, as large as life and twice as natural! They have the time of their lives for hours!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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Though we have the sun and the skies and acres of beautiful flowers here, we don't have rain, as you know it.  Nor is there any blight to destroy the beauty of the trees.  They look exactly the same as they do on earth.  With one big difference, however.  Here, they are all perfect.  There are no high winds to warp and twist them.  There are only gentle breezes.  It is always coolish-warm, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My greatest joy here is my sense of perfect freedom.  We can go wherever we like, whenever we feel like it; this world is infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And though everyone you meet on this plane is at the same stage of development as yourself, he is still a rugged individualist in his own right; just as he was on your earth!  Everyone has his own way of looking at things and his own way of speaking his mind!  When you discuss anything here, you always learn something new because the bloke you're talking to has such an original attitude.  As I said, thought is all-powerful here.  For example, if I want to own a brand new Jaguar, all I have to do is visualise the car in my mind and it is created right there before my eyes, out of the thought-energy of this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we would think twice before doing that because it means having to think in three dimensions!  If I were to visualise the car as it looks in a magazine, that's exactly what I'd get!  I need to think in terms of the width of the car, the interior of the car, all the fittings and where each rightly belongs.  But Dad, the minute you think of it correctly, there it is!  The difficulty is to concentrate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whole &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;car, exactly as it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we are far away from one another and we want to make contact, telepathy is the accepted thing here.  I merely have to think of the fellow I want to speak to and bingo! he's right there!  We contact each other as easily as you use the telephone ... except that we don't need a phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If someone wants to talk to you, you first hear him in your mind.  If you want to go to him, you merely exert your will and in two ticks you're right there!  Takes a bit of getting used to but it beats TV by a mile!  You see how perfect everything is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This world is the right one for me at this stage of my development but as my vibrations become more refined, I shall be able to visit the higher planes with ease.  One day, I may even find that a higher plane suits me better than the one I'm in.  We all progress this way.  As we grow in spirit, we ascend to the next plane; the two processes work hand-in-glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you want to study the law and learn how it operates, you go to the Hall of Logic.  There are many Halls of Knowledge and Wisdom here.  You can go to any university you choose, though the lectures are all very informal; you can discuss the subject with the lecturer, face to face.  You can stay all day if you like, except that that could be forever because we have no day and night here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can travel from one end of this realm to the other as fast as lightning.  Our bodies never get tired.  Illness and sickness don't exist here.  This is a world of perfection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this information took Jasper some considerable time to digest and his next question was: "Mike, if you are safe in the infinite domain of God; where is Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was met by a burst of hearty laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, Dad," answered Mike, "I'm afraid there's no such place!  My Father is a father of love and compassion.  He can't, He would never permit one of His souls to suffer and Hell would be a place of suffering.  I guess it only exists where you are now!  Lovingly preserved in aspic by the sanctimonious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a more realistic law, in both our worlds, that has just as many teeth!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't try to identify white until you have learned to identify black - and vice versa - because only then will you know what black and white are!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That is why you mortals were put on earth in the first place, Dad; to learn by trial and error.  But because you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;go by the letter of the law instead of the spirit of the law, you keep coming unstuck!  Yet how often have you seen that same law in action, Dad, and sworn by its infallibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you and I used to talk together, you used to call it the law of the boomerang.  But it isn't triggered by material cause and effect, it is triggered by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;intent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For example, suppose you are driving a car too fast and a little child suddenly rushes out into the road and you knock her down; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;earth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;law you would be frogmarched off to the nearest jail.  But according to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;divine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;law, genuine remorse for having hurt the child can wipe the slate clean.  If you didn't cold-bloodedly set out to hurt her, what can you be punished for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind you I shouldn't use the word 'punish;' the proper term is 'just desserts.'  Who should understand that better than you?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;taught me that 'as we sow, so shall we reap!'  And from where I sit now, I can see that law operating twenty-four hours a day in your 'best of all worlds!'  The only thing that puzzles me is why human beings still persist in denying its existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no law courts here, by the way Dad, because everyone of our laws operates within our hearts.  Until we accept the fact that all negative thinking must always end in tears, we continue to create our own suffering.  You'd be surprised  how quickly I learned that the condition of my heart reflects the world around me!  Now I would be willing to bet both our shirts Dad, that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;real world, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;true life, is here where I am.  Your mortal world is more in the nature of a kindergarten where you and the other nut visit affliction on each other as a salutory lesson not to do it in the wiser worlds-to-come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The basic trouble is that most of you mortals will insist on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;existing &lt;/strong&gt;rather than &lt;strong&gt;living.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You trip over your frustrations until you can barely stumble from pillar to post.  Why else do you think the eastern races use the lotus as a symbol of spiritual beauty?  The lotus grows in the slime of stagnant swamps but out of the muck rises the pure white blossom.  Man eventually learns to distinguish beauty and truth from the misery and evil that surround him.  And only from the acceptance of beauty and truth comes the wondrous return to the bosom of the Great One."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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&lt;!-- End AMATOMU.COM code --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928011981633841543-8754828834088878598?l=selected-writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8754828834088878598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2928011981633841543&amp;postID=8754828834088878598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/8754828834088878598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928011981633841543/posts/default/8754828834088878598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selected-writing.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-death-of-my-son-part-two.html' title='On the Death of My Son - Part Two'/><author><name>Luisa Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00136852405658171402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928011981633841543.post-8948278299499961465</id><published>2008-02-19T11:25:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:44:28.213+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Death of My Son'/><title type='text'>On the Death of My Son - Part One</title><content type='html'>In&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Life Now and Hereafter, &lt;/span&gt;Aart Jurriaanse writes (all the writings of the author may be freely used and are not subject to any restrictions) -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Death of My Son &lt;/span&gt;was originally privately published in 1974 under the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;, with the author using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ronald Norman &lt;/span&gt;as pseudonym.  It proved very popular and was subsequently reprinted by Turnstone Press for wider distribution in Great Britain under the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Death of My son.  &lt;/span&gt;Jasper Swain however did not favour the new title, so when rights were transferred to various publishers in the USA, the name again changed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From My World to Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some twenty years ago Jasper Swain's eldest son Mike tragically died in a motor accident on one of the national roads in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa.  Mile who at the time was only eighteen, was accompanied by Heather, the eleven year old daughter of friends.  They were killed instantaneously and apparently without suffering any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the funeral Jasper went to see Mrs Nina Merrington, who had offered him her services to act as spiritualistic medium in order to establish contact with Mike in the Spirit world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nina passed into trance Jasper was startled to hear her speaking with Mike's voice, addressing him as "Chud," a name that only his dead son had ever used.  When asked how the accident had happened, Mike said that he would place Nina in the driver's seat, so that she could describe exactly how things had transpired (pp. 21 - 27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began by saying: "He has placed me in a small green Mini car.  It has a peculiar gear lever, a short stubby gear lever, next to my left leg."  (The Mini had had its normal gear shift altered and a remote control gear shift had been mounted between the seats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It is a terribly hot day and I am driving along a very crowded road.  There is a little girl beside me.  Her name is Heather.  She is chatting to me about her mum and dad, who are in the car ahead of us.  I can see their car, approximately fifty yards away.  It is grey in colour; it looks like a Rambler.  It is noon and there is a mass of holiday traffic passing us in both directions.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Now I see a black car coming towards us.  As it approaches us, I see this other car coming behind it.  I can see this other car clearly because it is in the middle of the road, trying to pass the black car.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nina paused a moment and then said: "The sun is glaring on the windscreen of the black car and reflecting back into my eyes.  I can see nothing but a bright silver radiance.  It is blinding me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"All of a sudden the radiance changes from silver to gold.  I am being lifted up in the air, out through the top of the car.  I grab little Heather's hand.  She too is being lifted up out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been lifted thirty feet above the Mini.  And in one horrifying second, I see the little Mini and this large car collide head-on.  There is a noise like the snapping of steel banjo strings.  The little Mini bounces right off the highway, right over on to the gravel verge.  It is finally brought to a halt in a cloud of dust when it hits a giant anthill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The large car is turning turtle in mid air.  Its nose flips over until it is back to front.  Then it smashes down on to the road on its side.  Now it skids four or five feet and finally it comes to a halt with an ear-splitting crash.  A storm of metallic dust is now glinting all over the road.  The wheels of this car are still spinning aimlessly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina stopped, obviously too agitated to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What impressed her listeners was the fact that Mike had never seen the other vechicle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until after the silver light had changed to gold.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He and Heather had felt no sense of impact.  They had suffered no pain.  Just a gentle ascent into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina recovered herself enough to continue: "Heather and I are still holding hands.  We now descend beside the Mini.  We see two crumpled bodies lying in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We feel vaguely sorry that this thing should have happened to them.  And we both fully understand that we are now, so far as mortals are concerned, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are also both aware that a lot of people have begun to gather round us.  They are dressed in glorious colours.  We recognise familiar faces; the faces of friends who passed beyond the earth before us.  We are still hand in hand; now, guided by the one who first lifted us into the air, the two of us sweep towards the skies.  We drift about the two round hills known as the Breasts of Sheba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In heartfelt joy the three (Jasper, his wife Clarice and his second son Kevin) listened, transported by the fact that the passing had involved neither fear, shock nor suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike now addressed himself to his brother.  Some time after the smash, Kevin had noticed that dust was gathering on the bike and he had begun to clean it.  In the process he noticed that the drive chain was dry.  In too much of a hurry to find the grease gun, he rashly decided to take a chance with the oil can.  He bungled it however and oil flowed out of the bottom of the casing and made a pool on the kitchen floor.  Kevin had mopped up the oil with one of Mike's dusters, which he promptly washed and ironed before returning it to its ceremonial drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike now informed him that he had watched the proceedings like a hawk and warned his brother that if he ever made another mess like that, he would clip him over the ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This left Kevin devoid of further speech because this episode had occurred long after the funeral and no one knew about it save himself.  Yet Mike had not only seen everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it happened but he was giving him "a swift bounce" for good measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike next turned to his mother.  "I am so glad you've begun to accept what has happened," he told her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never allow yourself to mourn.  When you do, it vitally depresses me in this world. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Send us your love, send us your happiness; these we can use in the service of our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other morning, just after sunrise, you left the bedroom and went down to the garden in your dressing gown and you picked a single, perfect white rose.  I was with you then and I surrounded you with all my love.  Mum, if you do get depressed again, go out into the garden and pick another flower.  I shall be there with you again."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jasper and Kevin knew nothing of this, having been asleep when Clarice had gone down into the garden.  But in the weeks that followed, whenever Clarice went alone to the garden, Jasper and Kevin would notice that no matter how sombrely she would leave the house, she would come back later with her eyes sparkling and her face transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike continued to his mother:  "The only real bust-ups you and I got into were when you made me study half the night for those exams!  I appreciate why you did it but if we'd only known what was going to happen, there'd have been no need for you to take such a bloomin' great broomstick to me!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jasper, being the easy-going man he was, had always allowed Mike and Kevin to make their own rules at school but Clarice knew that Mike was not particularly dedicated to heavy-weight studying and she make it her business to keep his nose to the grindstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mike where are you now?" Jasper asked him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The reply came instantly: "I am surrounded by the love and the peace of our Father, Chud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are you?  What world are you in?  Can you tell me?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I'm in a world that looks pretty much the same as your world, Dad; only there are different laws up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I say laws, I don't mean the laws that govern the behaviour of the people here.  I mean the laws that govern &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Mike, tell me more about that world.  How do you get there?"  Where does it exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, everyone comes here through the gates of death.  You have to rearrange your values to appreciate its virtues, though!  While you are still on earth, your thought, your intentions, everything you do, gives your soul a certain rate of vibration.  For argument's sake, let's suppose your soul is vibrating in a fifty megacycle band.  When you die and manifest here, you would go straight to the part of our world which vibrates at fifty megacycles.  By the same token, if you're a slow-thinking sort of bloke, who can only vibrate to fifteen megacycles, then you'll become part of this world in the fifteen megacycle range.  It'll all depend on your rate of vibration, see?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Therefore you yourself select the kind of scenery that will await you when you arrive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The worlds above us are even richer in light and happiness.  If I go up there (and I can) I find it too bright; the light hurts my eyes.  And the vibrations are so refined that I can't respond to them!  So I reverse gear and return to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; world - which suits me just fine!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The planes below this one are denser, dimmer places.  If I go down to them, it becomes murkier until it is so creepy that I scoot back here where I belong!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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From time immemorial it seems that I have been attached to it.  Now this is reunion.  Is this such a mystery?  Every soul has its place in the Divine Scheme of Living.  Every soul belongs to a group and forms an integral part of a Group soul.  I do.  You do.  The meanest beggar in the street does, the greatest genius does.  A Group Soul is constituted of souls at individual levels of progress, each complementing the others to make a Whole.  One is part of a Group Soul as one is part of a family in the physical sense; a family relationship may be temporary but a soul relationship is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'twin souls,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;about which much nonsense and speculation is made on earth, can be explained by the hypothesis of two souls belonging to the same Group but drawn in harmony because they are at equal stages of progression and because they have advanced conspicuously together.  This gives them similar vibrations and a corresponding 'pull' of attraction.  But all souls constituting a Group Soul, experience this 'drawing together in harmony' towards each other, whether they are functioning in material bodies or are traversing the stages here in the Life of the Spirit.  Group Souls preside over universal movements, over great causes and thus members of one Spiritual Family are often attracted to each other by mutual interests, by a special life work, as well as by external links.  They work together, may indeed share their lives in partnership, or may only meet occasionally as they work on some particular project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 October 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a new home.  I share a beautiful estate with others of the Group.  This place has wide sloping grass lands, trees and flowers of the most exquisite beauty and avenues of Light, (I have no other words for this) for meditation and contemplation.  As we here are closer in vibration to the Spiritual Worlds, the echoes of the music of the spheres along these avenues becomes a glory sweeping our thoughts and aspirations into contemplation of the Mystery of Divinity and Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free, of course, to follow our own pursuits.  There are no college rules or compulsory attendances but I, for one, find myself at the Halls of Learning almost continually.  Again, you notice, I repeat the pattern, that avid desire for spiritual knowledge, which I now realise characterised all my excursions into different experiences on earth and which I now comprehend, albeit vaguely, as having been the focus of those personalities with which I have returned to incarnation.  This avidity may not be an asset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can travel in the mind and this I often do.  I have visited countries of the world which I did not know.  I have seen much and learned much.  I return often to familiar scenes.  I attend some Meetings and Meditation Groups and sometimes contact the friends and companions I had loved on earth.  I do not find it an easy matter to 'speak through' a medium.  As you appreciate, I have the conviction that there is no necessity for this.  On the level of thought, telepathy is developed to a greater potential than was practised on earth.  By means of thought transference, I endeavour to reach the minds of old and dear friends still in physical existence.  Sometimes I am happy to think that my efforts meet with a certain response.  At others the evil of illusion (even in those who should know better) interferes with reception and the contact is faulty, or is even rejected.  But this will be so whilst those on earth still cling to the theory of separativeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which I am learning here, in this wider state of consciousness, is a joyous apprehension of the vast wonder of the unity of Creative Mind in which all, every atom, every soul-fragment, every Group soul, every creative thought, is One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 December 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This will be my last script for the book.  If there is a message in these writings, it is the simple statement that all is Unity and that Unity is Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement may be interpreted symbolically by my readers as referring to the Light of Wisdom, of Knowledge, of Understanding of the Unity of the Life in all things.  But a difficult point I would try to make clear is that, in this further phase of our existence on this plane, the reference to Light is to be interpreted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are progressing into Light and yet more Light.  To us now, references to the 'Golden Throne of God,' which formed part of our religious instruction on earth, now reveal definite hidden Truths.  The Utmost of such Light is beyond our comprehension, which is still limited, or even beyond our highest aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light here is literally the substance and matter of our thought life.  Thus, as our thoughts become attuned to the vibration of Creative Divinity, so the substance of our bodies changes, becoming less dense and reflecting more Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry our own Light.  The greater therefore the selflessness and illumination of our minds and the more positive our response to the higher frequency of vibration, the purer and brighter is the Light transmitted to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke of the Group Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, as I begin to comprehend now, the purer and stronger the Light from each unit soul of the Group, the greater the advancement of the Group Soul Itself towards ultimate bliss of Union, towards that ineffable Light which will ever be the mystery and wonder of Divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet each 'unit' must be proved, i.e. its Light must be subjected to the test of veils of density in other spheres of action.  So many units return again and again to the nothingness of dense matter, bravely asserting the lasting reality of their illumination.  So often such units, clothed in their passing personalities, fall into ignorance, becoming subject to materialistic concepts.  Some are blessed on their journeys by flashes into the Light, and in rare cases, the Light gained in these spiritual Worlds holds steady, shining through the fleshly masks to bless and encourage their fellow travellers in the darkness of supposed separativeness.  Light shines from the eyes of these advanced egos and is reflected in the magnetic fields which surround their dense bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my greatest regret now is the realisation that, whilst I was seeking and searching mentally, psychically and occultly to discover that 'break-through' to spirit for which I longed, the Light of Unity with all things, all creatures, all Beings, all Hosts, all Powers, dwelt within me in effable glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am the Light of the World' means just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, the Master, reflected that Light pure and untrammelled during His dwelling in the density of crude matter.  The Light dwells in all of us as a shining effulgence, the Light of Oneness with all Spirit, the blessed awareness and acknowledgement of unity with all creation, from the lesser to the Higher Orders, even to the Throne of Grace Itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let your Light so shine before men" is essentially a fact here, where each is revealed by his Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be true then, of those who read these words on earth.  May the Light of Awareness of Divine Unity shine through the illusive and temporal veils of assumed personalities, so that, in preparation for this further experience, they may indeed be known by their Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start AMATOMU.COM code--&gt;
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