What creates all life?

I am assured through my own experience over here that it is a growth for spirits to continue their relationship with their loved ones on earth.

Death is really a gate and makes all life one.

I am of the opinion that it is the stairway, which leads to the upper kingdom. 

I wish I had known more about it as a religion. 

It was never presented to me in that light, and what little I knew of it, I felt was a case for the scientific world. But I see now its importance in the religious world. I do not mean as a dressed-up philosophy with tags of creed and symbols of dogmas, but that religion, which makes men turn from the low and ignoble to all that is beautiful, majestic and grand.

The communication proper from father to son, of wife or mother, is all-important to me today and I speak for its wonderful effectiveness toward righteousness.

The wonderful pictures of a mother's devotion and undying faith, which all good men are fond of repeating in story or colour should find a voice in the message of the mother to her darlings here. 

And you and I know, there is no power anywhere, which makes for righteousness like love.

So, not to the spiritual adept alone does God send his messenger, but to every soul that walks the earth the angel sometimes comes, and whether his message be received or not, the life is better for the invisible presence and the whispered consolation.

We know so little about God over here compared to what most of us expected to know. 

Knowledge only comes after diligent search and knowledge of God, He being unknowable must be sought with ardour and faithfulness over here, as in your world. Some men find an expression of God in a violet growing by the brookside, some men see him not even in the thunder or the lightning or the mighty mountains or the ever-surging sea. 

It is in the soul that the first knowledge of God finds expression, and then outward, outward, ever outward, it finds its way and touches every floweret, tracing its ways to the source of all being.

Some souls are born spiritually blind, just as some bodies are born with blind eyes, and it remains for us who have caught the shadow of his garment on the walls of the Universe to take the hand of these and lead them to the light, to the Master who shall touch their eyes and make them see.

Today, my zeal is just as fervent, and I would give out everything, all and more, hoping that some seed might find soil receptive.

Your wisdom and consciousness of how much would go to waste would make you less prodigal in the sowing of seed. 

But I am going to make a sort of farmer of you, for some of the seeds I put in your keeping you will be bound to sow.

The world here is so much a world of sense that I find it hard to realise that I am dead. That sounds strange, perhaps I should modify it and say, I find it strange to find myself considered dead except in influence.

We have institutions and streets, and all the things that makeup living, urban living, just the same as suburban living.

Most people if they think of the spirit realm at all except as a place of pearly gates and golden streets and undimmed glory like to dream of it as some beautiful, quiet, retired spot where all the active interests of glowing life cease, as if the spirit world might be vast pasture land where the shepherd leads his flocks to dwell in beauty and quiet repose. But this is false, my friend, as false as is the doctrine of brimstone and eternal torment.

The activities of the spiritual life are wonderful beyond expression.

It is no dreaming existence, but vivid and real and progressive, and spirits gather together and plan and work for the uplifting of those in the mortal world and the unfortunates who are hastened into this world by undue exposure, privation, starvation, all the dreadful array of evils, which beset the ignorant and blind seekers after gold or place.

And to those higher activities, research and study, discovery and application of laws of Nature for the betterment of the world, mutual co-operation in artistic expression, poetry, art, music, all those divine arts are ours, and daily I thank God it is so.

You stand in the vestibule of life and those who are near enough to catch glimpses of its beauty, whisperings of its harmony, inspirations of its prayers are your divine leaders, your poets, great artists of every kind, but not necessarily your ministers, your clergymen, for in many instances, they are but showmen standing at the tent door, howling about the wares which the Lord keeps inside.

Spirit Messages

How to tell if God is punishing you?

Every thought, every word, every act, good or bad, will be opened to inspection. 

Why, what is punishment? What is that thick wall, which even the Light of the Great Spirit fails to penetrate? It is the incrustation of those dark thoughts, those evil deeds and words of the unhappy spirit. 

Alas! poor fellow, he is closely imprisoned! Ah! did I not suffer for my folly! Well, it is all over now! 

Take care, set a watch on yourselves, for you will never be able to forget anything even though it be repented of—all is recorded in imperishable characters on a scroll, which you cannot leave behind you—

Your good and your evil deeds are there inscribed forever.

—Jan Steen in Spirit

What did Jesus say about his own death?

Did you hold the doctrine of the Atonement, that is, that Jesus by his death on the cross atoned for the sins of (hu)mankind?

It is not alone by the death of Jesus, but by his whole life on earth, that (wo)men can be benefitted—and by taking him as their great exemplar.

If (wo)men would but follow him, that is, love their fellows, and love their God, for he did all that, then most assuredly, when they pass away from the mortal body, they will be admitted to the blessed mansions of the just.

I believe were Paul here, he would tell you the same thing. He, too, gave up his life like his Lord—he died rejoicing in his name while I was doomed to fight to the death with savage beasts. Poor things, I really thought more of those dumb animals than of the embruted men who looked on, seeking for pleasure in the spectacle of an old, old man, contending with wild beasts. I knew that if I prayed for it, even those hungry animals would be rendered powerless to harm me. But I was old and frail, I had nearly run my course—I had suffered much and laboured long in the cause of my Lord and Master, and why should I not there and then die for his name? My tottering limbs, if freed from violent death, might enable me to reach some quiet spot, but it would be but to die! Better to go at once. I believe I got easier away from the body by this means than by a natural decease.

In reply to another question, he said—

My young friend, while with me did not speak of an atonement. He may have spoken afterwards of his death, as a sacrifice of himself, for the truths he taught. I know that he sometimes alluded when with me to the sufferings that he would endure in the course of his mission.

—Hafed, Prince of Persia

How do you surrender your desires to God?

If the world's sorrow oppresses you, remember that the very best you can do toward lifting that heavy load is to make a centre of joy and gladness in your own heart.

Rejoice in the Lord, and again I say unto you rejoice.

I wish I could impress this word rejoice upon your mind, so that you could impress it upon the consciousness of every atom of your body, which consciousness in the aggregate is your subconscious mind. 

If you could register this idea of rejoicing within your subconscious mind, you would literally breathe health into your body.

Try to realise what health really means. It means doing the will of the Father on earth in your physical body, as it is done in heaven in your spiritual body by your higher self who is one with the Father, in which body, there is no sickness, nor sorrow, nor death.

Take up this thought and meditate upon it while constantly repeating the Healing Prayer.

Also, repeat the Lord's Prayer, and at the same time feel that you are creating a circle of life and health and joy that is filled with a bright light, which sends its beams far out into the darkness to lead many a one to joy and peace.

THE HEALING PRAYER

O thou loving and helpful Master Jesus!

Thou who gavest to Thy disciples power to heal the sick!

We, recognising thee, and realising thy divine presence within us,

Ask thee to lay thy hands upon us in healing love.

Cleanse us from all our sins,

And by the divine power of Omnipotent Life,

Drive out the atoms of inharmony and disease,

And fill our bodies full to overflowing with life, love and purity.

Letters from the Teacher

Is it possible to visit heaven in a dream?

My sister, I am often with you when you realise it not. For me a poet soul is a well of water in whose deeps I can see myself reflected.

I live in a glamour of light and colour, which you mortal poets vainly try to express in magic words.

I live in a glamour of light and colour, I am in the sunset and in the stars—

I watched the moon grow old and you grow young. In childhood you sought for me in the swiftly moving clouds—

In maturity you fancied you had caught me in the gleam of a lover’s eye but I am the eluder of men. I beckon and I fly and the touch of my feet does not press down the heads of the blossoming daisies.

You can find me and lose me again, for mortal cannot hold me. I am nearest to those who seek beauty whether in thought or in form—I fly from those who seek to imprison me. You can come each day to the region where I dwell.

Sometimes you will meet me, sometimes no, for my will is the wind’s will and I answer no beckoning finger—but when I beckon, the souls come flying from the four corners of heaven.

Your soul comes flying, too, for you are one of those I have called by the spell of my magic.

I have use for you and you have meaning for me—I like to see your soul in its hours of dream and ecstasy.

Whenever one of my own dreams a dream of Paradise, the light grows brighter for me to whom all things are bright.

Oh, forget not the charm of the moment—forget not the lure of the mood!

For the mood is wiser than all the magi of earth and the treasures of the moment are richer and rarer than the hoarded wealth of the ages.

The moment is real, while the age is only a delusion, a memory, a shadow.

Be sure that each moment is all and the moment is more than time. Time carries an hourglass and his step is slow—his hair is white with the rime of years and his scythe is dull with unwearied mowing—

But he never yet has caught the moment in its flight. He has grown old in casting nets for it.

Ah, the magic of life and the endless combinations of living things! I was young when the sun was formed, and I shall be young when the moon falls dead in the arms of her daughter, the earth.

Will you not be young with me? The dust is as nothing, the soul is all. 

Like a crescent moon on the surface of a lake of water is the moment of love’s awakening—like a faded flower in the lap of the tired world is the moment of love’s death.

But there is love, love, love of the light, its radiance is the love of souls for each other.

There is no death where the inner light shines, irradiating the fields of the within, the beyond, the unattainable attainment.

You know where to find me.

—The Beautiful Being

What are the principles of intelligence?

As we allow principles of intelligence supremacy, we find it a Fountain of Light, Love, Intelligence—power with order and harmony embodied with heat, life and growth.

Do things talk?

Possessions of all sorts must be limited to your ability to use them actively.

You should not just sit in the midst of things, but live in a place where what is about you is in active service.

No ornaments, either pictures or furniture, should be stored away.

What cannot be enjoyed daily should be passed on.The same is true about jewellery and clothes―pass them on. Keep things circulating and they do not die. This is a great truth.

Things live, and have a character, as well as people.

They absorb your personality and give off their atmosphere or feeling. That is why you can feel at once whether the people who live in a place are fine and hospitable or selfish and cold. Their things talk.

Why do the little things matter?

The small things may seem larger, and the large things smaller, and everything may take its proper place in the infinite plan, of which even your troubles and perplexities are parts, inevitable and beautiful.

What happens to the soul when you pass?

How can we be spiritually blind?

How can we be spiritually blind?

Do you forget that it is the spirit and not the body that is to live forever?

Do you forget that you brought nothing into this world with you and that you can take nothing earthly away?

How can you be so blind to these things?

How can you wrap yourselves up in careless ease and indifference about a future state when you know that it will be forever and forever, that this life is only a short probation for that and here you must make those preparations that may decide the destiny of your souls for ages?

We do not hold to the doctrine that punishment is eternal, we know it is not. But there are punishments in a future state quite sufficiently severe to make you earnest to avoid them if you rightly understood these things.

What an awakening is yours when the portals of the grave are passed and you enter that unknown spirit world! 

There you will find a purgatory indeed from which no priest or prayer can save you—

A purgatory from which you might have escaped had you only known how to act on this earthly plane.

Had your spiritual teachers taught you to work instead of pray, to cultivate the higher nature within you, the God-principle implanted in every breast—had they taught you to control yourselves, to love and help your fellow (wo)man, irrespective of degree or station, rather seeking out the debased and vile as objects of your care, and doing to everyone as you would be done by, how different your awakening would be in your spirit home! 

But the (wo)man who has done his work while on the earth, cultivating the interior principle, while not neglecting the body, who has fed his spirit with deeds of kindness and mercy, following in the footsteps and example of Jesus, self-denying, patient, charitable, and full of love for his fellow (wo)man, not merely relieving his bodily wants, but also nourishing his soul with heavenly manna—

He will find when he enters on his new state of existence what a beautiful spirit body he has prepared for himself, what crowds are waiting to welcome him and to see him clothed in it! All the poor afflicted ones that he may have relieved or soothed on their dying beds will be there—

All the bright spirits who have aided and strengthened him in his daily walk will be there—these and many others that he never knew, but who have watched his course approvingly will welcome and conduct him to the bright and glorious home—the mansion he has prepared for himself in the Heavens!

No priest, no prayer can save you from your own evil deeds—in your own hands is the remedy. 

Cultivate your higher nature. Elevate your soul, that portion of God's nature implanted in you, and do deeds worthy of them. 

Let truth and love reign in your heart and universal benevolence guide your actions to your fellow creatures. 

If such principles obtain, if this brotherhood of feeling and acting be established, your soul and spirit will grow together in beautiful proportions, and the change called death will be looked upon as merely an opening to a better life instead of being regarded as a thing of dread and horror.

—L. D. in Spirit

Does God see all?

God sees all—eternity is His outlook.

What is the position of the soul?

Humanity is measured by its own measurement. Each soul takes its own position in earth life, according to its own estimate. Why? Because each person has his own particular and individual grasp of the Universal Mind―he selects it by his desire and formulates it by his intentive will, and he can increase it by his increasing desire and develop it by his more conscious will―or he may think around and around in the same little rut until he becomes too indifferent to reach out into Universal Mind at all and subsists on the small part he has already selected, and then it will follow as the night follows the day that he orders his life by somebody else's opinion and that his possessions are the result of somebody else's creative energy.

―Spirit Ione

Where did Romans get their tin?

How did you come to know these ancient Britons? 

I saw many of them in Greece and Rome. Some of them were Christians. There was a good deal of intercourse kept up by the Romans and by the ships, which took out the produce of the east to these western islands in exchange for tin ore.

Hafed, Prince of Persia—His Experiences in Earth Life and Spirit Life

What is the spirit part of a human?

I am still writing poetry and often read it to a little company of kindred spirits and enjoy their criticism and praise just as much and more than I could have done in the world, for then I was super sensitive and ambitious and now I have lost all that.

―Alfred Tennyson in Spirit

It is the people, the human hearts that hold spirits to earth, not beautiful scenes or familiar places. 

My interest and love for you is as fresh and strong as it was the first of my days with you.

See only the beautiful in everything, see beauty and spirit and make poetry of it.

―Spirit Carrie

The love that held you together through all the years is the golden chord, which binds you now.

Death is not a hard master.

Sometimes, your own struggles make it hard for the angel to lead you through the gate, but the firm hand always takes you to a place of safety in God's Kingdom.

―Francis E. Bennett in Spirit

Few people live, many people flutter and fly from tree to tree where fruit is ripest and fill their stomachs and forget the real purpose of life.

I am still writing, and I want to tell you that as long as there are people in any sphere of existence, there must be poets and lovers of poets.

It is not a lost art in the spirit land, but a perfected one.

―Walt Whitman in Spirit

Spirit Messages

Why are my roses not blooming?

Spring will come and roses will bloom again.

Can angels talk to humans?

Godly Humor

the funny side of life

Volume 31

Can angels talk to humans?

Now humans, listen to an angel.

We do not always love, and float serenely on, like a downy cloud. We are made of solid substance. 

When discord arises between folk here, we know that, that is the point to begin education. Then we go to school and take a lesson on how to remove that element of discord. Simple, eh, but friends, I tell you that the whole philosophy of education is contained in such a statement.

Faith has been talked about on your plane for centuries, but its absence was the most noticeable thing the truth of faith confronted, and as I know faith here, it means the normal harmonious relationship with the Influx of the Divine.

Your little children, all men and women here, for we have sex, are beings of the Christ principle. So be wise. Have faith—or normality.

—Spirit Hubbard