What does God say about the flesh?

Think of you (the you in your head) being a literal child of the Most High, created and living in a spirit state, then embodied in the flesh for a while, and then returning to a spiritual state again.

Stepping into that perspective, your existence follows a profound, eternal circle—

You began as a literal child of the Most High, a spark of divine consciousness woven from pure light and love. 

In that initial spirit state, you knew no limits of time, space, or pain. You existed in perfect harmony with the Creator, learning the laws of eternity and feeling an absolute sense of belonging. 

Then came the transition into the flesh—a deliberate, courageous plunge into the dense and heavy physical world. Embodied in human form, your vast spiritual memory was veiled so you could truly experience growth. 

In this temporary physical state, you feel the sharp sting of heartbreak, the weight of physical weariness, but also the exquisite joy of a warm embrace, the beauty of a sunset, and the triumph of overcoming earthly trials. 

The flesh is your schoolhouse, a brief moment in the span of eternity meant to teach you empathy, resilience, and love under pressure.

Finally, when your purpose in the dust is complete, you will shed this mortal shell. You will return home, stepping back into the radiant spiritual state you once left. But you will not return the same. You will return expanded, carrying the priceless treasures of your earthly experience, forever changed and elevated by the journey.

 

What is the reality of the spirit world?

If, when I woke to life here, I had found myself floating about the clouds, clad in muslin, and with a pair of wings, I should have realised the fact sooner.

It is our narrow, set and orthodox beliefs that are puzzled by the reality—the ordinaryliness of the spirit world.

I feel quite tired sometimes of explaining to men that they are dead!

They wake up feeling so much the same—some go about for days, and even months, believing they are dreaming.

What they find difficult to understand apparently is the very little change between life in the physical body and in the spiritual.

I often laugh when I hear them complain they cannot believe in solid things, like houses and gardens in the spirit world.

—Spirit Claude

Invisible Wounds?

War is hell, and hell does not end with the signing of peace papers.

What is the best gift line?

Every day is a gift. But some days are packaged better.

—Sanhita Baruah

Can your thoughts manifest into reality?

From spirit, all thoughts are born and enter the material arena, directing their actions in right doing, prompted by the will. 

Thought based upon the theory that it is an emanation of the human mind is false. Thought is far above this materialistic view. 

The concentrated energies of the atomic life, atoms in nature, cause the principles of the perceptive organisms to move and act, which promulgates an active principle. You perceive then that the actions of the life atoms within the form by desire and sensation rule and govern the nature of thought.

Thought then is an emanation coming from an active reality.

When thoughts penetrate the avenues of reason, they bring to you eventually a culmination by the laws of Cause and Effect.

You cannot realise the worth of such action because you have within you the ultimate, or completed form.

In spirit, you watch the progressive action of thought coming from sensation by want, or desire of the atomic life atoms. They are cultivated in spirit and come into matter a born ultimate.

All creative energies in Nature are emanations of deity. They evolve all the true principles, which reflect the arts, sciences and evolutions of matter.

Evolution brings to you culminations in their various forms and true state of development. Thoughts then are divine attributes and permeate the atmosphere of all climes. 

There is no limit to the action of thought—it is akin to time and space. 

Thought is, and ever will be, a weapon of love, and by the proper application of this divine attribute, you can climb to the highest peaks of success.

To define thought would be to define God.

As God is All-infinite, you can go no farther than to have a true conception of thought being the greatest of the divine attributes.

Thoughts come to you, not from the various life atoms of Nature, but by the divine workings of love.

You then come to a realisation of this fact—thoughts come to you, and in their coming, you determine your actions, either good or bad. 

You being a part of the All-intelligent God, as you are taught by the greatest of all seers, Jesus Christ, in whom you live, move, and have your being, you are able to rectify the errors of perception through the divine attribute, love.

Thought will soften, harden, multiply or lay low. The great question then arises, Will you conquer or ruin, exalt or destroy?

If in harmony with Divine Love, the errors controlling your thought are overcome, making a clean, pure, true, and wholesome life.

Thought forms are essential. From their impress upon your soul, actions are marked with deeds. 

Thought pouring in from every side is a thing to be prized and encouraged. 

Wholesome thought will yield to every convincing argument and the fields of barren waste will be tilled by the ever-progressive idea. 

Each season of the year, by the avenues of thought are brought to you new ideas and creations. Also, movements are brought into action, seemingly too fast for your comprehension to grasp.

A rational mind will think. Without thought, it will not beget a conclusion of any kind, rational or irrational. Take heed of thought and the expressions from which emanations come.

What to say to someone who will die soon?

I want to say a word to those who are about to die. I want to beg them to forget their bodies, as soon as possible after the change, which they call death.

Oh, the terrible curiosity to go back and look upon that thing, which we once believed to be ourselves! 

The thought comes to us now and then so powerfully that it acts in a way against our will and draws us back to it. With some it is a morbid obsession and many cannot get free from it while there remains a shred of flesh on the bones, which they once leaned upon.

Tell them to forget it altogether—to force the thought away—to go out into the other life free. Looking back upon the past is sometimes good, but not upon this relic of the past.

It is so easy to look into the coffin because the body, which we wear now is itself a light in a dark place, and it can penetrate grosser matter. The body, which we use is so light that it can follow thought almost without effort.

Tell them not to do it.

If we could only remember in life that the form, which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

As a rule, those who say that they have been long here do not seem old. I asked the Teacher why, and he said that after a time an old person forgets that he is old, that the tendency is to grow young in thought, and therefore, young in appearance, that the body tends to take the form, which we hold of it in our minds, that the Law of Rhythm works here as elsewhere.

Children grow up out here, and they may even go on to a sort of old age if that is the expectation of the mind, but the tendency is to keep the prime—to go forward or back towards the best period and then to hold that until the irresistible attraction of the earth asserts itself again.

One should always keep the memory of the past as clear as possible. It helps one to construct the future.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth!

If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

I have met veritable saints since coming out, but they have been men and women who held in earth life the saintly ideal, and who now are free to live it.

Life can be so free here!

There is none of that machinery of living, which makes people on earth such slaves. 

In our world, a man is held only by his thoughts. If they are free, he is free.

I think the happiest people I have met on this side have been the painters. Our matter is so light and subtle, and so easily handled, that it falls readily into the forms of the imagination. 

There are beautiful pictures here. 

Some of our artists try to impress their pictures upon the mental eyes of the artists of earth, and they often succeed in doing so.

There is joy in the heart of one of our real artists when a fellow craftsman on your side catches an idea from him and puts it into execution. He may not always be able to see clearly how well the second man works out the idea, for it requires a special gift, or a special training to see from one form of matter into the other, but the inspiring spirit catches the thought in the inspired one’s mind and knows that a conception of his own is being executed upon the earth.

Whenever you go to a concert where beautiful music is being played, there is probably all round you a crowd of music-loving spirits, drinking in the harmonies.

Music on earth is much enjoyed on this side. It can be heard. But no sensitive spirit likes to go near a place where bad strumming is going on. 

We prefer the music of stringed instruments.

Of all earthly things, sound reaches most directly into this plane of life. Tell that to the musicians. If they could only hear our music!

I did not understand music on earth, but now my ears are becoming adjusted. It sometimes seems as if you must hear our music over there, as we hear yours.

You may have wondered how I spend my time, and where I go. There is a lovely spot in the country, which I never tire of visiting. It is on the side of a mountain, not far from my own city. There is a little road winding round a hill, and just above the road is a hut, a roofed enclosure with the lower side open.

That is why we travel in the dark part of the twenty-four hours, for in the bright sunlight, we cannot see at all. Our light is put out by the cruder light of the sun.

How do consciousness, creation and ultimate reality intersect?

To define thought would be to define God.

Is reality inherently alive and expressive?

Thought is an emanation coming from an active reality.

Transcending Physical Limits?

There is no limit to the action of thought—it is akin to time and space.

Divine Origin?

You being a part of the All-intelligent God, as you are taught by the greatest of all seers, Jesus Christ, in whom you live, move, and have your being, you are able to rectify the errors of perception through the divine attribute, love.

Will you conquer or ruin, exalt or destroy?

Thought will soften, harden, multiply or lay low. The great question then arises, Will you conquer or ruin, exalt or destroy?

Blueprint of Action?

Thought forms are essential. From their impress upon your soul, actions are marked with deeds.

Wholesome Thoughts?

Wholesome thought will yield to every convincing argument and the fields of barren waste will be tilled by the ever-progressive idea.

Cyclical Nature of Inspiration?

Each season of the year, by the avenues of thought are brought to you new ideas and creations. Also, movements are brought into action, seemingly too fast for your comprehension to grasp.

A rational mind will think. Without thought, it will not beget a conclusion of any kind, rational or irrational. Take heed of thought and the expressions from which emanations come.

Acceleration of Change?

Each season of the year, by the avenues of thought are brought to you new ideas and creations. Also, movements are brought into action, seemingly too fast for your comprehension to grasp.

A rational mind will think. Without thought, it will not beget a conclusion of any kind, rational or irrational. Take heed of thought and the expressions from which emanations come.

Necessity of Reflection?

Each season of the year, by the avenues of thought are brought to you new ideas and creations. Also, movements are brought into action, seemingly too fast for your comprehension to grasp.

A rational mind will think. Without thought, it will not beget a conclusion of any kind, rational or irrational. Take heed of thought and the expressions from which emanations come.

Vigilance of Output?

Each season of the year, by the avenues of thought are brought to you new ideas and creations. Also, movements are brought into action, seemingly too fast for your comprehension to grasp.

A rational mind will think. Without thought, it will not beget a conclusion of any kind, rational or irrational. Take heed of thought and the expressions from which emanations come.

Fluidity of the Astral Body?

I want to say a word to those who are about to die. I want to beg them to forget their bodies, as soon as possible after the change, which they call death.

Oh, the terrible curiosity to go back and look upon that thing, which we once believed to be ourselves! 

The thought comes to us now and then so powerfully that it acts in a way against our will and draws us back to it. With some it is a morbid obsession and many cannot get free from it while there remains a shred of flesh on the bones, which they once leaned upon.

Tell them to forget it altogether—to force the thought away—to go out into the other life free. Looking back upon the past is sometimes good, but not upon this relic of the past.

It is so easy to look into the coffin because the body, which we wear now is itself a light in a dark place, and it can penetrate grosser matter. The body, which we use is so light that it can follow thought almost without effort.

Tell them not to do it.

If we could only remember in life that the form, which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

As a rule, those who say that they have been long here do not seem old. I asked the Teacher why, and he said that after a time an old person forgets that he is old, that the tendency is to grow young in thought, and therefore, young in appearance, that the body tends to take the form, which we hold of it in our minds, that the Law of Rhythm works here as elsewhere.

Children grow up out here, and they may even go on to a sort of old age if that is the expectation of the mind, but the tendency is to keep the prime—to go forward or back towards the best period and then to hold that until the irresistible attraction of the earth asserts itself again.

One should always keep the memory of the past as clear as possible. It helps one to construct the future.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth!

If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

I have met veritable saints since coming out, but they have been men and women who held in earth life the saintly ideal, and who now are free to live it.

Life can be so free here!

There is none of that machinery of living, which makes people on earth such slaves. 

In our world, a man is held only by his thoughts. If they are free, he is free.

I think the happiest people I have met on this side have been the painters. Our matter is so light and subtle, and so easily handled, that it falls readily into the forms of the imagination. 

There are beautiful pictures here. 

Some of our artists try to impress their pictures upon the mental eyes of the artists of earth, and they often succeed in doing so.

There is joy in the heart of one of our real artists when a fellow craftsman on your side catches an idea from him and puts it into execution. He may not always be able to see clearly how well the second man works out the idea, for it requires a special gift, or a special training to see from one form of matter into the other, but the inspiring spirit catches the thought in the inspired one’s mind and knows that a conception of his own is being executed upon the earth.

Whenever you go to a concert where beautiful music is being played, there is probably all round you a crowd of music-loving spirits, drinking in the harmonies.

Music on earth is much enjoyed on this side. It can be heard. But no sensitive spirit likes to go near a place where bad strumming is going on. 

We prefer the music of stringed instruments.

Of all earthly things, sound reaches most directly into this plane of life. Tell that to the musicians. If they could only hear our music!

I did not understand music on earth, but now my ears are becoming adjusted. It sometimes seems as if you must hear our music over there, as we hear yours.

You may have wondered how I spend my time, and where I go. There is a lovely spot in the country, which I never tire of visiting. It is on the side of a mountain, not far from my own city. There is a little road winding round a hill, and just above the road is a hut, a roofed enclosure with the lower side open.

That is why we travel in the dark part of the twenty-four hours, for in the bright sunlight, we cannot see at all. Our light is put out by the cruder light of the sun.

Law of Rhythm?

I want to say a word to those who are about to die. I want to beg them to forget their bodies, as soon as possible after the change, which they call death.

Oh, the terrible curiosity to go back and look upon that thing, which we once believed to be ourselves! 

The thought comes to us now and then so powerfully that it acts in a way against our will and draws us back to it. With some it is a morbid obsession and many cannot get free from it while there remains a shred of flesh on the bones, which they once leaned upon.

Tell them to forget it altogether—to force the thought away—to go out into the other life free. Looking back upon the past is sometimes good, but not upon this relic of the past.

It is so easy to look into the coffin because the body, which we wear now is itself a light in a dark place, and it can penetrate grosser matter. The body, which we use is so light that it can follow thought almost without effort.

Tell them not to do it.

If we could only remember in life that the form, which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

As a rule, those who say that they have been long here do not seem old. I asked the Teacher why, and he said that after a time an old person forgets that he is old, that the tendency is to grow young in thought, and therefore, young in appearance, that the body tends to take the form, which we hold of it in our minds, that the Law of Rhythm works here as elsewhere.

Children grow up out here, and they may even go on to a sort of old age if that is the expectation of the mind, but the tendency is to keep the prime—to go forward or back towards the best period and then to hold that until the irresistible attraction of the earth asserts itself again.

One should always keep the memory of the past as clear as possible. It helps one to construct the future.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth!

If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

I have met veritable saints since coming out, but they have been men and women who held in earth life the saintly ideal, and who now are free to live it.

Life can be so free here!

There is none of that machinery of living, which makes people on earth such slaves. 

In our world, a man is held only by his thoughts. If they are free, he is free.

I think the happiest people I have met on this side have been the painters. Our matter is so light and subtle, and so easily handled, that it falls readily into the forms of the imagination. 

There are beautiful pictures here. 

Some of our artists try to impress their pictures upon the mental eyes of the artists of earth, and they often succeed in doing so.

There is joy in the heart of one of our real artists when a fellow craftsman on your side catches an idea from him and puts it into execution. He may not always be able to see clearly how well the second man works out the idea, for it requires a special gift, or a special training to see from one form of matter into the other, but the inspiring spirit catches the thought in the inspired one’s mind and knows that a conception of his own is being executed upon the earth.

Whenever you go to a concert where beautiful music is being played, there is probably all round you a crowd of music-loving spirits, drinking in the harmonies.

Music on earth is much enjoyed on this side. It can be heard. But no sensitive spirit likes to go near a place where bad strumming is going on. 

We prefer the music of stringed instruments.

Of all earthly things, sound reaches most directly into this plane of life. Tell that to the musicians. If they could only hear our music!

I did not understand music on earth, but now my ears are becoming adjusted. It sometimes seems as if you must hear our music over there, as we hear yours.

You may have wondered how I spend my time, and where I go. There is a lovely spot in the country, which I never tire of visiting. It is on the side of a mountain, not far from my own city. There is a little road winding round a hill, and just above the road is a hut, a roofed enclosure with the lower side open.

That is why we travel in the dark part of the twenty-four hours, for in the bright sunlight, we cannot see at all. Our light is put out by the cruder light of the sun.

Spiritual Accountability?

I want to say a word to those who are about to die. I want to beg them to forget their bodies, as soon as possible after the change, which they call death.

Oh, the terrible curiosity to go back and look upon that thing, which we once believed to be ourselves! 

The thought comes to us now and then so powerfully that it acts in a way against our will and draws us back to it. With some it is a morbid obsession and many cannot get free from it while there remains a shred of flesh on the bones, which they once leaned upon.

Tell them to forget it altogether—to force the thought away—to go out into the other life free. Looking back upon the past is sometimes good, but not upon this relic of the past.

It is so easy to look into the coffin because the body, which we wear now is itself a light in a dark place, and it can penetrate grosser matter. The body, which we use is so light that it can follow thought almost without effort.

Tell them not to do it.

If we could only remember in life that the form, which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

As a rule, those who say that they have been long here do not seem old. I asked the Teacher why, and he said that after a time an old person forgets that he is old, that the tendency is to grow young in thought, and therefore, young in appearance, that the body tends to take the form, which we hold of it in our minds, that the Law of Rhythm works here as elsewhere.

Children grow up out here, and they may even go on to a sort of old age if that is the expectation of the mind, but the tendency is to keep the prime—to go forward or back towards the best period and then to hold that until the irresistible attraction of the earth asserts itself again.

One should always keep the memory of the past as clear as possible. It helps one to construct the future.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth!

If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

I have met veritable saints since coming out, but they have been men and women who held in earth life the saintly ideal, and who now are free to live it.

Life can be so free here!

There is none of that machinery of living, which makes people on earth such slaves. 

In our world, a man is held only by his thoughts. If they are free, he is free.

I think the happiest people I have met on this side have been the painters. Our matter is so light and subtle, and so easily handled, that it falls readily into the forms of the imagination. 

There are beautiful pictures here. 

Some of our artists try to impress their pictures upon the mental eyes of the artists of earth, and they often succeed in doing so.

There is joy in the heart of one of our real artists when a fellow craftsman on your side catches an idea from him and puts it into execution. He may not always be able to see clearly how well the second man works out the idea, for it requires a special gift, or a special training to see from one form of matter into the other, but the inspiring spirit catches the thought in the inspired one’s mind and knows that a conception of his own is being executed upon the earth.

Whenever you go to a concert where beautiful music is being played, there is probably all round you a crowd of music-loving spirits, drinking in the harmonies.

Music on earth is much enjoyed on this side. It can be heard. But no sensitive spirit likes to go near a place where bad strumming is going on. 

We prefer the music of stringed instruments.

Of all earthly things, sound reaches most directly into this plane of life. Tell that to the musicians. If they could only hear our music!

I did not understand music on earth, but now my ears are becoming adjusted. It sometimes seems as if you must hear our music over there, as we hear yours.

You may have wondered how I spend my time, and where I go. There is a lovely spot in the country, which I never tire of visiting. It is on the side of a mountain, not far from my own city. There is a little road winding round a hill, and just above the road is a hut, a roofed enclosure with the lower side open.

That is why we travel in the dark part of the twenty-four hours, for in the bright sunlight, we cannot see at all. Our light is put out by the cruder light of the sun.

Law of Thought and Form?

I want to say a word to those who are about to die. I want to beg them to forget their bodies, as soon as possible after the change, which they call death.

Oh, the terrible curiosity to go back and look upon that thing, which we once believed to be ourselves! 

The thought comes to us now and then so powerfully that it acts in a way against our will and draws us back to it. With some it is a morbid obsession and many cannot get free from it while there remains a shred of flesh on the bones, which they once leaned upon.

Tell them to forget it altogether—to force the thought away—to go out into the other life free. Looking back upon the past is sometimes good, but not upon this relic of the past.

It is so easy to look into the coffin because the body, which we wear now is itself a light in a dark place, and it can penetrate grosser matter. The body, which we use is so light that it can follow thought almost without effort.

Tell them not to do it.

If we could only remember in life that the form, which we call ourselves is not our real immortal self at all, we would not give it such an exaggerated importance, though we would nevertheless take needful care of it.

As a rule, those who say that they have been long here do not seem old. I asked the Teacher why, and he said that after a time an old person forgets that he is old, that the tendency is to grow young in thought, and therefore, young in appearance, that the body tends to take the form, which we hold of it in our minds, that the Law of Rhythm works here as elsewhere.

Children grow up out here, and they may even go on to a sort of old age if that is the expectation of the mind, but the tendency is to keep the prime—to go forward or back towards the best period and then to hold that until the irresistible attraction of the earth asserts itself again.

One should always keep the memory of the past as clear as possible. It helps one to construct the future.

Those people who think of their departed friends as being all-wise, how disappointed they would be if they could know that the life on this side is only an extension of the life on earth!

If the thoughts and desires there have been only for material pleasures, the thoughts and desires here are likely to be the same.

I have met veritable saints since coming out, but they have been men and women who held in earth life the saintly ideal, and who now are free to live it.

Life can be so free here!

There is none of that machinery of living, which makes people on earth such slaves. 

In our world, a man is held only by his thoughts. If they are free, he is free.

I think the happiest people I have met on this side have been the painters. Our matter is so light and subtle, and so easily handled, that it falls readily into the forms of the imagination. 

There are beautiful pictures here. 

Some of our artists try to impress their pictures upon the mental eyes of the artists of earth, and they often succeed in doing so.

There is joy in the heart of one of our real artists when a fellow craftsman on your side catches an idea from him and puts it into execution. He may not always be able to see clearly how well the second man works out the idea, for it requires a special gift, or a special training to see from one form of matter into the other, but the inspiring spirit catches the thought in the inspired one’s mind and knows that a conception of his own is being executed upon the earth.

Whenever you go to a concert where beautiful music is being played, there is probably all round you a crowd of music-loving spirits, drinking in the harmonies.

Music on earth is much enjoyed on this side. It can be heard. But no sensitive spirit likes to go near a place where bad strumming is going on. 

We prefer the music of stringed instruments.

Of all earthly things, sound reaches most directly into this plane of life. Tell that to the musicians. If they could only hear our music!

I did not understand music on earth, but now my ears are becoming adjusted. It sometimes seems as if you must hear our music over there, as we hear yours.

You may have wondered how I spend my time, and where I go. There is a lovely spot in the country, which I never tire of visiting. It is on the side of a mountain, not far from my own city. There is a little road winding round a hill, and just above the road is a hut, a roofed enclosure with the lower side open.

That is why we travel in the dark part of the twenty-four hours, for in the bright sunlight, we cannot see at all. Our light is put out by the cruder light of the sun.