Locomotion in the Spirit World

Is walking the only means of getting about?

Spirit carries its own transport system about with it―the most efficient and the most rapid in the Universe. 

Personal locomotion is done by the thought process and it Is perfectly easy to do when once you are shown how, then it becomes second nature. 

It may sound like a contradiction in terms, but the thought process of locomotion hardly requires thinking about when once you are accustomed to it.

Angelic beings having wings? 

One can imagine that long ago, people, especially artists, must have wondered how “angelic beings” managed to get about. 

Legs would seem preposterous―out of the question by being far too mundane for perambulating purposes. 

But if one eliminates the use of legs, what remains? 

Angels must be able to move―they cannot be rooted to one spot for all eternity. 

That one supposes led some genius to invent huge wings for all inhabitants of the spirit world. 

I believe Satan himself was endowed with a pair, as, of course, it was essential for him to be extremely mobile so that he could get about comfortably and quickly “seeking the ruin of souls,” as one pretty prayer expresses it.

Can you think of anything more clumsy and ponderous than having an enormous pair of wings fastened upon you somewhere in the region of the shoulder blades? 

I cannot.

I should imagine that a large flock of angels would stir up an awful breeze when in flight.

It is astonishing how the idea originally caught on and has persisted even to the present day. 

The conventional way of portraying a being from this world, and we still do not look upon them as human―only half-human―is with two large wings. 

Even symbolically it is a pretty poor idea. 

As a means of personal locomotion, wings would be useless―an impossibility―and they should be anatomical monstrosities. 

Spirit is obviously not built for such apparatus, the wonders and marvels of the spirit world notwithstanding.

Did you ever see a picture of an angel―or a piece of sculpture of one, especially in a cemetery, where the artist had put a smile upon the face of his subject? 

Smiling is not “heavenly” enough. 

Is it not too awful for words? 

Are you not very glad that things are as they are, and not as they might be if some folk were given a free hand?

A loud Amen to that.

Otherwise, we should have to get all the doors heightened to allow sufficient clearance for our wings. 

Truth is better than fiction, and the truth of moving themelves about these spirit lands by the process of applied thought is the simplest and best. 

Now suppose you try.

What do I have to do?

Only a little thinking. 

You need not be alarmed. 

Everyone has to try at some time. 

You will be delighted with the results

Desire yourself to be at a tree—

You need not make a gigantic effort of will—merely think firmly that you would like to be under that tree yonder—or anywhere else you fancy. 

Well, did you enjoy the journey? 

There was nothing much to enjoy—one second you were there—the next here. 

What a marvellous feeling of independence it gives you. 

To lose your self is impossible. 

To forget something—or other—equally impossible.

Suppose you want to move house. 

How do you shift the stuff?

You should not have blisters on your hands, nor strained backs! 

You could transport the whole contents of your home a dozen times over, while the earth folk were thinking about it, and without fuss and breakages!

To forget something—or other—equally impossible.

Suppose you want to move house. 

How do you shift the stuff?

You should not have blisters on your hands, nor strained backs! 

You could transport the whole contents of your home a dozen times over, while the earth folk were thinking about it, and without fuss and breakages!