Where and what is the Kingdom of God?

Those spheres or planes, which we refer to for the most part in a figurative sense—these are conditions, conditions of holiness or conditions, which as yet cannot be called holy because those who dwell therein turn from the light to the darkness, turn from freedom to hideous captivity.

The physical world and the spiritual world are undivided—

It is impossible to say where one begins and the other ends—they are so weaved together that the physical is directly a reflection of the spiritual and in God's good time will be made the spiritual without any distinction whatever.

Although those in the spirit may be divided by conditions, separation, as separation, does not and has never existed. 

Those who have learnt their lessons more quickly than others, those who have found within themselves resources, determination and will to find God—those whom we would describe as the angels of light, they are nearer in love and in patience and in understanding than we buried in materialism, buried in all those thoughts, which block out purity and holiness and truth.

What is true of spirits as of bodies?

What is true of spirits as of bodies?

We have all our guides. These angels, unknown and unseen, prompt us to all good actions and dissuade us from evil. They are with us in thought and we often receive their warnings as if they were the promptings of our own spirit. So they are, but the spirit, which prompts is quite outside our own conscious self. 

The guardian angel is indeed a kind of other self―a higher, purer, and more developed section of your own personality. This is perhaps a little difficult to understand, but it is true. 

There are as well as good, evil angels who are with us no less constantly, and they are also sometimes visible as angels of darkness when we come across. They are with us always and we are with them in the spirit world when we leave our body. 

We are always swaying hither and thither towards our good and evil guides. We call them impulses, wayward longings, aspirations coming we know not where or whence. 

The soul in the body hears but dimly and does not see at all the innumerable influences with which it is surrounded.

The first and most startling thing you have to learn is that your senses, materials senses, are not so much to help you to see and hear, as to bar you off from seeing or hearing. 

We are on earth as it were with blinkers on. We must not see or hear or know much that surrounds us. The physical consciousness needs for its development the temporary seclusion of life from the realities of the world of spirit into which it is ushered at death. Hence when we close our eyes in the sleep of death, it is more of a laying down of the blinkers that limited and confirmed our vision than almost anything else. We then can see what were the sources of these vague impressions, intuitions and aspirations, both up and down. We were in the midst of these beings always, but we mistook them for part of ourselves. They are distinct, although united, for no one can live to himself alone.

We are all members one of another, and this is as true of spirits as of bodies. These evil agencies exist.

What is the meaning of the Passion of Christ?

We do not understand what you mean by the passion of the God in humanity? 

The sufferings of the God in Christ. I do not understand it myself and I could not convey to you even what I think I comprehend. 

Christ represents the wisdom of God, humanity as a whole, and his sufferings, I think, represent all the pains and agony that the human race must undergo in becoming Christlike.

Insight—A Record of Psychic Experiences—A series of questions and answers dealing with the World of Facts, the World of Ideals and the World of Realities Beyond Death

What does the Bible say about divine love?

Do you believe that to be less is to lose? If you believe this mistruth, you imagine God to be less than himself. We are not children of a lesser God. God does not love any of His creation less. Choose to be who you are, and know that you are, have always been, and always will be loved. You are a divine part of the divine whole.

What does God use to judge us?

How can we judge of what God sees unless we mean the god in us?

What is the true meaning of rebirth?

What an adventure it is, this launching of one’s bark upon the sea of rebirth!

—The Judge

What does God say about our imagination?

Do not be afraid of giving rein to your imagination! 

What is the ultimate concept of God?

God is not limited to personality even to the degree that we who are spirit are limited.

Try to be satisfied with the knowledge that God is present to the remotest part of the Universe, and that God is a God of Love and Justice and Mercy. 

Never doubt this.

The more spiritual you become, the nearer you grow to that blessed spiritual presence, and the more nearly you approach, the more your spirit is filled with love, awe and reverence.

Be content to serve with the love of God in your heart, and sometime your knowledge will be perfected.

Is pre-existence a reality?

Having visited the pure little ones in their spiritual home and the poor, sick and maimed ones in their hospital or place of healing, the spirit author's thoughts turn towards the creation of these spirits.

I longed to know if the pre-existent state was a reality or only existed in the imaginations of sundry good people.

My boys told me that surely spirits were made and are of the All-Father Who is literally the Father of us all. They sought permission, for which we had to wait, but finally, we went to see the baby souls, as I cannot help calling them before they are earthborn.

I cannot express how strange and awful it is to me to think of my 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. 

And again, the mystery of one being in this pre-existent condition of different societies from which we are born. 

Is this the reason for the attraction that we feel for some persons whom we meet on earth? 

An attraction so strong and persistent that all other ties seem weak beside it. Are we spiritual brethren from the same home though in the flesh aliens and strangers?

It is simply awful to think of what mysteries we are. Wrapt in the unknown, from the beginning of our existence to the end, only there is no end. 

How could we endure it, only that we know that underneath are the everlasting arms.

I do not know where is this pre-existent place of spirits. No more do I know how I got there or to any place. Only we were there, and there was none of the swishing through the air that I thought there must be in a spirit's progress.

As we came to the place, I saw, first of all, a filmy, rosy mist, like the loveliest of sunset clouds, delicate, elusive, wreaths of floating colour, but radiant all through, as if the brightness was all inside, instead of being reflected.

It grew brighter as we advanced until it was like a sea of rosy brightness. 

Billow upon billow of softest down would not express the delicacy of these lovely folds of misty light. There were shapes of flowers all through these cloudfolds, and exquisite fragrance and colours we know nothing of on earth, of which none have ever dreamed, so pure and faint and spirit-like.

There were forms of lovely women, so rarefied that they looked like shapes of air.

My boys said they were of the angels of the inmost heaven who alone are pure enough to be given charge of these God-souls.

They were ethereal, like a vision of pure light. If we could imagine light in a form, wrapt and swathed and floating in rosy ether. They, like all the rest whom we see here, suit their glory to their uses or at work to use plain terms, but they are beyond all conception of loveliness then.

Gerald told me that he had been given a vision of that heaven and it was a glory of burning light, too intense for his endurance even to look upon, but when these holy ones come to care for the little souls, they leave behind the burning glory and show ineffable tenderness.

It was like nothing that I had ever seen or imagined.

There were no solid-looking habitations, trees or even flowers. But if one could imagine a sea of loveliest rose mist, waves and billows perfectly alive with the exquisite baby forms and faces. No, not a mass, that sounds too heavy, but they were everywhere—floated and enwrapped and upborne by the cloudy rose light until whether baby was cloud or cloud was baby, one could scarcely tell.

I had to see all that was possible, for I could not be sure of ever coming again, so I looked very anxiously to perceive if the wee souls had any real difference or were simply forms of purest life, and as the thought crossed my mind, a soft billow of mist came close to me—for we were obliged to stop a little way off—and as the folds parted, in the midst was such a marvellous angel of a woman. 

Clinging to her were a dozen tiny forms of every shade of complexion, eyes and hair, that belong to one race. Clear blue eyes, roguish black ones, grey and brown—any shade and tint and hair like sunshine—brown and black.

I said It seems that complexion is not an accident.

No, Gerald answered. Everyone is to eternity in this respect as the Father creates them, and the clothing of flesh receives from the spirit its hue and colour.

And I asked, Are any more refined than others? They are all God's children and of His spirit. As He is Love and Wisdom, these little ones are forms of love and wisdom—only He is Infinite and Uncreate, and they are finite—the creations of His hand.

How triumphantly the thought shot through me—If this is our origin, there can be but one end. And the boys looking at me cried—Why Mother your face shines like the sun—a thought of the dear Lord's must have come to you—

I could not help it but broke out Hallelujah to the Father of all spirits. Blessed be His Holy Name.

The air had been full of the faintest murmurings of music, unearthly sweet, but as I spoke, a peal of sound, soft and thrilling, but so powerful and full, that it was like a strong wind, came sweeping through the misty, rosy clouds, and I heard—I do really believe, the voices of the very angels about the inmost glory.

I was faint with ecstasy and realised that my body was much too gross for that sphere as my earthly one would have been for my present home.

The light grew brilliant, painfully so to me, though it was soft too—a very rapture of rose and gold and every tiny soul chanted like a little silver flute to the praise of the Highest. Then something covered us in, like thick, snowy clouds, and we were borne swiftly away.

I cannot bear such happiness without a reaction yet and was thrilling through with a rapture so intense that it was a pain, and so we went floating away.

It was my first experience in this mode of progressing, and if my heavenly boys had not been one on each side with their strong arms about me, I think that I should have been a little afraid. Suddenly, I saw close before me, a noble face with deep tender eyes and such a loving smile. A little sorrowful too, I fancied.

I looked at the boys and their faces were fairly radiant. 

A feeling of unspeakable peace and awe came over me as I thought, It is the Christ! A voice of perfect modulations answered, No, my sister, only one of His lowliest ministers. You have unsettled questions in your mind and I am come to answer you.

So I said, I cannot help thinking how pitiful it is that those pure child souls must pass through the martyrdom of earthly existence.

They are held in purity, but do not choose it, and hence are not in the exercise of freedom. They receive their freedom with the nature derived from human parents. I do not mean the body, that is but a garment, but a plane of natural life, which is capable of experience, capable of acting and of choice. and hence freedom, and thus each acquires a separate and individual existence.

I enquired, And the little ones who but breathe earthly air and are gone?

They have the human nature for a plane of reception and can be tempted, resist and conquer, as in those who pass through an earthly experience. None are wanting in the germs of all possible spiritual gifts, but those who develop one special gift on earth are stronger or more powerful in that direction than those who have received simply enough human embodiment to open the planes of life to them. 

For this reason, the physical death of children is a disorderly thing and is only permitted, not ordained. 

The instinct, as it is called, of parental love will fight for a child's life when it is all in vain, but it is really the perception of an implanted truth, which desires the perfection of life for its own child. 

The children are holy, as you have witnessed in those beside you, but they will not to eternity be as strong in some respects as if their earthly lives had been lived out to maturity. There is always a difference, not in purity, but in intellectual development. 

Nor is there among this class any special gift, which has been strengthened by earthly exercise and development. For instance, the genius, as it is called, of a musician exists, as do all germs of perfection in all created souls, but it has had no plane of human life to develop upon and hence remains a gift or germ and not a speciality.

I said, Perfect through suffering, that is the rule—and he answered with a heavenly smile, He was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.

But then I began to feel pitiful for the dear ones who died early, and he said so gently—

There is no injustice done, my sister. The children who pass away are not punished for the lack of strength, which makes human life impossible. 

If they are not notably and exceptionally strong in any direction, they are pure forms of life and blessedness thrills through them with no remembrance of pain. 

If they are not kings and priests in the Kingdom, they are those whose angels do always behold the face of the Father in Heaven. 

They have the innocence of ignorance, and the adult, the innocence of wisdom, but all are alike in one respect. 

The life of the Lord fills them and pulses through them and they are alike holy and happy. But as one star differs from another star in glory, so must it be in the celestial Kingdom in which the Lord dwells, the inmost of all.

He was gone, and we floated on in such perfect peace and serenity as belongs to this life of ours. Through exquisite vibrations of music and clouds of fragrance until Gerald said softly—Mother, that was one of the angels of the House of David. And that is your society? I enquired. Yes, they answered together, and he gave us leave to take you there because he told us that you would never be satisfied until you knew all about children and all have to be satisfied or the promise is broken.

Oh, how poor and fragmentary this showing of mine is. How little it expresses of the flood of illumination, which surged and enfolded me. But how can I express what no human language can convey—how describe the indescribable or give what cannot be communicated but in bits and fragments.