What is hell fire?

One who has sinned on earth consistently and deliberately can return to God, and to goodness, but through a course of training and discipline that is more terrible than any hell fire you have ever conceived of. 

The burning of flames was a purely material interpretation, suited to the development of man at the time that the teaching was put into words―to a spirit-life, the burning of remorse is  unutterably greater and more terrible than any suffering of the body such as being burned.

―Spirit William James 

What is the essence of the spiritual?

Spirituality is the essence of the spiritual, therefore, spiritual being eternal, eternity is filled with spirituality. 

Such being the case, the problem has reached its end and cannot be argued further, for it has reached the Home of God when we come to the word Eternity.

―Spirit Clifford

What is the foundation of everything in the universe?

 

Truth is the foundation of everything in the entire universe. 

Without it, no spiritual progression can ever take root in either of the worlds. 

―Spirit Clifford

What is spiritual culture?

There is no evil―there may be a wrong. 

Wrong committed through undeveloped organs will certainly be set right when the individual development realises and recognises the true course through conviction. 

This constitutes progression. 

If it were not for this undeveloped condition, there would be no need for development. 

If your organism was made perfect, so that your spirit could accomplish a perfection in every experience, there would be no progression made by you.

You must consider the undeveloped state of this planet itself. 

Mortals placed here to vegetate in the flesh partake of all those crudamental particles, consequently mortals are given to the wrong more than to the right―more to the unundeveloped than to the developed. 

The undeveloped, when applied, benefits the material body, through which the material sense is gratified. 

When I say material sense, I mean the spirit in its undeveloped material state. 

There are thousands upon thousands who live to gratify the material appetite―the cravings of the material body. 

In such persons, the spirit interblends entirely with the soul propensities, which enjoys the material experiences and conditions applied to it and has no desire for the loftier aspirations of spiritual life. 

The pure essence of spiritual culture could not be imparted to them―could make no more impression on them than you can on a dumb brute.

Everything is presented from the spirit-world in a true light and for a good purpose. 

Time only will have power to change those conditions.

―B. H. In Spirit

What are spiritual faculties?

Love!―oh, essence divine! 

An impartation from both Father and Mother God―the germ of piety―the germ of sympathy interblends with hope and expands, through its assimilation, the broader perceptiveness of the spiritual faculties.

―Spirit Confucius

What is divine essence?

Are you not all children of one great human family? 

Are you not all children of one great infinite power? drawn hither through one great affinity interblending with that superior potent power?

As light in the firmament―as water to the famished traveller gives invigorating strength to his physical body, so this essence divine gives strength to the starving soul and buoys it up out of its material crudeness into the spiritual ascension of divine love and harmony.

―Confucius In Spirit

What is real, tangible and exquisitely fine?

Dear readers―whoever you may be―we [spirit-lives] would like to make you―All―thoroughly understand just how it is here in this world [in the world of spirits], and we cannot think of a better comparison than the art of weaving cloth. 

There is a kind of woven cloth almost as coarse as rope yarn can make. 

Now, there is woven material on earth all the way up from this coarsest to that as fine as a spider's web―in fact, so fine that it requires passably good eyesight to see it at all, and yet it is real, tangible stuff, woven from threads of exquisite fineness―even wire is made into screen of such fineness that one looking through them quite forgets they are there, yet a mosquito―or a fly finds them quite tangible, and so does a man when he inadvertently tries to run his head through them. 

Now the spiritual world may be compared to this very fine material. 

It is real and tangible, but exquisitely fine. 

A lady looks through a very fine veil and forgets that she wears it, but the veil is as real as the lady. 

The quintessence of fineness is more beautiful than coarseness, and our spiritual world is more beautiful than the earthly world, for it is composed of the quintessence of all that belongs to earth.

Now I would like to tell you how all these things get here. 

They are brought here, mostly, on the wings of heat.

How is that? you ask, and I ask―

How does water rise from the earth into the atmosphere―billions upon billions of tons of it? 

Why there are oceans of water floating in the atmosphere at all times, enough to drown out every living thing—enough to destroy your cities and towns. 

If it were precipitated at once, there would be another deluge equal to the reputed one in the days of Noah―

All this water is carried up from the earth by heat―every schoolboy understands this very well.

Water is not the only thing that heat carries upward―or outward away from this earth―it is carrying everything that belongs to the earth in the same way. 

On a bright sunny day, especially if it is very hot, your flowers―many of them―wither and die. 

Why? Because heat is bearing them away to the spiritual realm. 

Much of the water that is carried up returns to earth, but not all―a portion becomes too rare and never returns, and this forms the rare and expanded waters of the spiritual spheres. 

All this water rises and no one is conscious of its going—no one can see it as it ascends—for the greater part of it is carried up on the brightest and sunniest days―no more can one see the essence―or spirit of all that appears to die on earth, as it is carried by heat outward―or upward into the spirit realms. 

The spiritual-earth―or ground is the aggregation of chemical vapours that arise from material earths, and through the great law of chemical affinity coalesce into shining and ethereal spirit-lands―or spiritual ground. 

Nothing here grows from seeds. 

Seeds do not germinate anywhere, but on the material earths, and earths nourish the spiritual upon their bosoms.

Letters from the spirit world

Service, dear friend.

To serve―to help others―to think kindly and act generously and wisely―these are the earth-part of your service. 

The rest will come to you as you move toward the light of your perfect spiritual life. 

Service, dear friend.

Who can tell you anything of the future?

Why do you seem so happy? 

Have you found treasure? 

Nothing less could make you look so happy. 

I would participate in your joy.

This is such a beautiful place! 

I am enchanted! 

I am delighted! 

Can it be possible that I can always live here?

When I occupied a coarse body―a shell―in which the spirit moved, I was unaccustomed to such a place.

My fingers ached with toil―

My heart was oppressed with sorrow―

My limbs often refused to do their painful duties―

My spirit seemed bowed down to the dust.

They told me I was a sinner―

I had turned my back on God―

I had broken his commands, even to satisfy the cravings of hunger.

I longed to live because I dared not die. 

How dark―how very dark―the future seemed!

Finally, worn out with disease and long-suffering, my heart weary and heavy-laden, I laid down my earthly body.

When I awoke, a beautiful being came and took me by the hand.

This angel led me from the earth and put me on the road through that gate.

And when I entered it, what a beautiful place I found it!

I cannot, cannot, describe my happiness!

Such beautiful-looking people! 

Everything here dazzles my eyes with ecstatic beauty and splendour. 

The very ground I tread on yields to my touch. 

And how beautiful and green the grass appears―the leaves―they wave so gently in the wind. 

The air seems to fill me with such intense joy that I could soar as a bird in the air. 

What a lovely place this is!

I see such broad and shining rivers, and moon and sun, but so much brighter than I ever saw on earth. 

How strange it all seems! 

The very stars seem to smile as they twinkle, and music fills the air wherever I turn my ear. 

How I wish to go back and tell the world of this lovely place! 

My friends would not believe me. 

It is more heaven than I ever dreamed of―more than I could ever conceive.

What is the nature―the condition of the future life into which you pass after death?

Look directly to this end―

Furnish a mass of evidence for study―

Determine what the reality beyond death is.

With this motivation in mind, the writer began to examine books whose spirit authors sought to describe their experiences in the spirit-world, and the conditions of life in that world.

The writer reasoned―

All things considered―

Who better to learn from than the disembodied themselves?

Besides, the writer was positive that she would find shared tenets in these spirit communications, and only individual narratives would vary, for all experience is relative.

Do the dead still live?

The dead feel nothing―

They turn to dust―

They moulder to decay―

All is gone―

They have no consciousness of anything unless the soul of the dead still lives even though the body decays.

I had said I would face death when it came with the courage of those who know only that for them, it must mean total extinction, for if these priests were wrong, who was right?

Who could tell us anything of the future―or if there were any God at all?

Not the living, for they theorise and guess―

Not the dead, for none came back from them to tell.

But I am here, make no mistake!

And if this will allow you to see how you stand to the sphere of existence to which you are tending―

If it will show you how you may enjoy heaven on earth, which is only a prelude to the actual state, which you must know and conceive for yourself, the writer will have achieved her task.

How can I fail to heed the call in the cause of truth and freedom?

And is the picture of life beyond the grave so unnatural? 

Out of death arises life.

Spiritual Prozac presents an all-inclusive and extensive testimony of life after death, and attests to the importance and integrity of the communications received from spirit authors over many decades.

There are untold treasures in store for the earnest and sincere inquirer and honest seeker after the truth.

And is not the enjoyment of this light richly worth seeking for?

May the truth resonate deeply within the very interior of your whole being!