Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Soul Progression

All right, Sister, it's Helen. You see how much more easily we come to you after the duties have been done. Harry wishes to talk more.

It's about the less personal work, Sister. Each individual has two branches of work, both equally important to himself as a progressive soul. One pertains to his smaller individual development. The other is what is required of him as a citizen. We classify in this manner, as it makes our meaning clearer to you. Now, when we are willing to become citizens of the world we live upon, certain sacrifices are demanded as a guarantee of faith. We must serve our fellows as a community as well as individually.

Each unit has two sorts of duty, the larger being the secondary in case of personal emergency only. One may never lose sight of his civic or impersonal duty because his future life can be assured through that alone, whereas the smaller duty is not sufficient to insure him against individual extinction, as it may be purely selfish. A public service cannot so be if it is sincerely performed. One presupposes sincerity in either case.

Now when any of you has mind enough to grasp a problem of national ethics or civic reform, by that fact alone you are made a member of the class of public servants, and mingled with your intimate family duties and pursuits there must run a strain of active interest in a larger life. It must be your neighbour's welfare you study, along with your own; your city's interest and progressive life; your nation's attitude toward all human interests both at home and abroad. This will keep your brain and heart open to the larger service required of all who have capacity. A man's or woman's duty is defined by that same test; capacity to do and be better than some other, less richly endowed. The plan of the entire universe seems to entail working each individual up to his capacity, without either strain or slack; just an even, steady pull, each according to his ability; no more, no less.   

As soon as one's soul is illumined by a glimpse of truth it must assume the obligation of such illumination, must live it. No one is responsible until he has comprehension. Only then does the Law begin to act. An unseen duty does not exist, but once perceived it becomes imperative. That is why it is both stupid and unkind to judge another by our own standards. I am my own best judge, my only best judge. Can a child judge a parent? Can a criminal understand an Emerson? All great teachers have spoken of this, but their words were empty sounds to all, but those who were enlightened. Slowly, very slowly the race evolves, circling round and round, ever higher. All are needed to help the mass to keep the pace.

You will see, as you lighten your barque of personal freight, how much each may do toward the general welfare. Keep on passing out your extra goods and chattels to those who still need toys to keep them happy. Children need content and undisturbed playtime. That, too, is a part of growth. Who can say but that the greatest seed of all lies germinating deep within, while the child heart sits in the sunshine playing with its toys? So, don't be scornful of those to whom their toys seem good. They are growing. Later their adult duty will claim them for its own, as yours does now. The only fault in toys arises when they are cherished after their owner has grown beyond them. No one of you can tell the exact moment when the dormant, unseen seed will push its way up into the air and sunshine, a living, green thing. The greatest miracle of all is performed in the dark, unseen.

Plant life is a good illustration for soul life. We see only after the miracle has been performed. Its processes are secret and unseen always. Plant your seed then, and wait, with faith and hope. What you must do will come straight before you if you have eyes to see. Home missions always come first. In one's own house lie the materials to build one's character, to perfect one's soul. Are your eyes yet open, or are you still playing happily with toys?

I need say no more tonight. 


Helen is here now.

Let's try writing finer. It's only one of the usual pauses to adjust the vibratory connections. All right now. Sister.

What Harry said last was not quite finished. He wishes me to tell of the things we have learned about the Law. First, you must know that we here live in groups or companies, working or studying along much the same lines; people between certain character or brain limits forming one group, those above or below belonging to other classes among those of their own sort.

When one belongs to an active group or class, one has neither opportunity nor leisure to drift beyond or outside, since strictly adhering to the point in hand is one of the main essentials of progress. Without concentrated attention one could not expect to master a study of anything, or accomplish any actual work. This fact alone will account for much apparent ignorance along other lines of work or study. We attempt only that which is at the moment within our intellectual grasp. We advance a step at a time. We strive to take each step firmly, and with absolute mastery.

We arrive on this plane of life at many different stages of development, from the sleeping infant to the sage. Between these extremes lies a vast area, peopled by students in every known stage of development. Those who pass the death gate may go directly beyond our reach, so that unless they happened to be personal friends in life, we never are aware that they are here. While no place here seems crowded, yet millions pass and repass. One might sit a lifetime, watching the procession. We pause sometimes, and glance at the long procession passing along our high road; but duty presses, and we may not tarry long in idleness here any more than you can there.

We who belong to the workers of the open field must relieve distress whenever we see it. Some day I shall also pass beyond this plane, when I shall have earned my holiday to rest with you and those I love. I sometimes long for that time, when I get a passing glimpse of what life higher up means for those fitted to live there. I am not discontented; I did not mean that. But sometimes even we grow weary from long continued work, and rest looks inviting. Harry says I work far too continuously, but I had far to travel, and wished to make sure I could have my rest and playtime on as high a plane as my own people could reach.

A. has gone higher, and many others I once worked with. Even Harry lives always above my own working place. I live part of the time with him, but not half, or I would risk the loss of my connection with you. But let us lay aside personal things for the moment.

Harry wishes me to say that whenever you forgive those whom you fancy have injured you, you are placing under each a stepping stone to a higher life. It is never the injured party who needs pity, but the one who did the injury. It is in his soul that the weakness lies. Help those who have injured, or rather have tried to injure you. They are groping in the dark. Lend a hand. Do them all the service you can. The mean, the selfish, the miserly; these are the starving ones. Their souls are poor and crippled.

It is almost a subject for a smile to see how your sympathy goes out toward those troubled by the physical hunger. The suffering of these even disturbs your sleep; while those whose souls are starving, shrinking, and shrivelling from lack of heart and generosity, you pass with an uncharitable glance only, and oh, how much more their need! A starving body bravely borne has no real loss to meet. But when a soul starves it faces the only real death in all the universe. Look deeper. Judge more wisely in your charities. A flannel shirt is a pleasant gift in winter to a freezing pauper, true, but a word, a look of sympathy, may save a soul from moral suicide. I wouldn't have you stop giving shirts, but only ask you to realise that the kind and patient word, the charitable judgment, is vastly more important. The poor we have always with us, even if our associates be exclusively millionaires.

See that your charity is always alert, and your eyes keen to see another's need.

Harry has gone with the Master on a tour, with a still greater teacher than Tee's brother. After they return perhaps we shall hear their experiences. Edith couldn't go, as John is in her charge, but Julia and Grandma E. went with them.

That book you read with Tee planted the seed of desire to look further into conditions here. Harry wished to find the records of his past lives, and Julia was going for study too. I cannot say that I am lonely exactly, for I have you and Edith and my work, but I miss them. I had learned to depend on Harry for love and sympathy and conversations over questions of constantly occurring importance, so I miss him. I can't say when they will be back. I hope soon.

Later —

Sister, don't be blue. It's all right. Cheer up I I love you, and I've just had a message from Harry. He says: Tell Sister we have all been together in other lives, in many combinations of relationship, so it is not strange we are so closely knit this time. And tell her John is one of those who will have a world message that he can speak in any of three ways this time, as he has earned that right. Tell her to teach him all she knows of art, as well as religion, that he may begin here where he left off before. Oh, yes, John has been with you repeatedly, as I have, and Helen, and Tee, too.

I have been reading our four records, as well as Mamma's and M's, and have found out volumes of interest to us. Any or all of us may have lived one or two isolated lives, but we four belong to the same group. That is, our souls are about equally developed, and we gravitate toward each other repeatedly.

After one passes through every emotional combination sex and flesh are heir to, one can then know what others feel and are. One holds the keys which open human hearts, and we may then incarnate and live without any sex ties, having lived enough to lay aside any but friendly feeling. One's love expands only after having been satisfied completely in its sex and family relation. It can then overflow, and fertilise all who need sympathy and understanding.

Harry also has learned more about Catholic priests, and how fine their work is. The idea of a celibate life comes from a high ideal. It's what all souls aspire to—to live and serve without the selfish distraction of a family tie. The idea is splendid and true, but it's only a soul of vast experience who can live such a life perfectly. If any soul has not been previously satisfied, the strain is too great. It either takes too much will power to fight down the normal sex call, or else the man gives way and becomes what is called a sinner. He is not that; he is simply out of place at the moment. He took the teacher's task too soon; that's all.

When I spoke of Cathohcs before I was simply ignorant, and should never have given an opinion. I judged by my own small circle, and gave an untrue picture. I'm sorry—doubly so—as you read this narrow opinion to others. Please strike it from your book. I think Father H. as fine a soul as we have seen.

Sister, your loyalty after what we said makes us feel you are quite safe from any unworthy influence from here. As Harry says: Sister never swallows us whole. Luckily, I add.

You can fancy how eager we are to learn all about Harry's reincarnation discoveries. This story will be most instructive and inspiring, as it enables us to get ourselves ready for further work. Now we can plan exactly the sort of work we need most to make us able to help others in our next earth life. It may be we shall separate widely in order to bring the same idea to many peoples by different avenues: through science, or teaching in the personal way a priest or preacher does. We shall plan our work here, then when we are quite prepared we shall descend and begin to live it out.

Yes, go to the lecture. Never shirk those things.

Au revoir,