A Glorious Universe of Love

Scenery of the spheres is not so much unlike the earth but its transcendant beauty can never be described or realised until seen with the eyes of the spirit body.

You ask—do you have homes, families, societies, cities? We answer—most certainly we do—and a glorious universe of love with those who are drawn to us.

Homes are constructed for the education and blending of all that come within the sphere of our domestic ties. Societies associate for the advancement of knowledge. Cities are on a different plane from earth and on a grander scale of conception—for the soul is ever reaching out in its spiritual capacity for knowledge of that which will benefit all who come within its sphere of attraction. We are not diversified by divisions of religious teachings—for all are of one mind, with a full knowledge of the great law of love. We are now speaking of those spheres which have fully awakened to the true soul condition of a universal Father, whose love permeates all life. We find no isolated beings who are left to wander alone but a general law that governs the whole and all are welcome to come home where the vine and fig-tree yieldeth its fruit—no walls or barriers to the necessities of life. It is a spontaneous gift to all; therefore none lose the true condition of their soul's teaching. None are chilled by the cold look or averted face because not understood—for every thought is comprehended and therefore drawn to those in sympathy with them. Let us now wander in the beautiful vales of our loved soul land and gather the blossoms which will speak a language to the soul that words cannot; for you must know this, that we are blest with everything in a spiritual sense that has blest the eye upon the physical plane and then be gathered in the folds of wonder at the wondrous variety never conceived of in this thy lower home. 

As I prepare this communication for the children of earth, I sit upon a mossy bank where a beautiful current of sparkling water is running over a pebbly bed, giving a low murmur which lulls me into a soft dreamy repose, carrying me back to earth, recalling old scenes which are at times still fresh in memory. Yes, we do live again in our earth past and it is often while wandering in these beautiful vales that old scenes become vivid in soul mind.

I see before me grottoes where the poet or author reclines beneath gorgeous foliage of shady trees—where cool murmuring streams and grassy lawns are decked with rarest flowers—birds warbling their glad notes of sweetness, soothing into poetic lore.

The artist reclines in some silent nook touching the scenes which will someday be given to earth through the hand and brain of some mortal. Yes, the artist skill of the soul land has hardly yet touched the spirit of mortals with its power but the time is not far distant when you will receive new expression of our angel world. Your artists have caught the face and form of our loved ones but soon our soul land will be photographed in your earth and a startling picture it will make, though real yet wonderful in its true condition.

Mary Washington (Spirit)

This true-colour image shows North and South America as they would appear from space 35,000 km (22,000 miles) above the Earth. The image is a combination of data from two satellites. The Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) instrument aboard NASA’s Terra satellite collected the land surface data over 16 days, while NOAA’s Geostationary Operational Environmental Satellite (GOES) produced a snapshot of the Earth’s clouds—NASA/GSFC/Reto Stöckli, Nazmi El Saleous, and Marit Jentoft-Nilsen