Symbolism is constantly evident on the Twentieth Plane as this passage shows—
The thing we are particular about is to fathom your wishes this day.
Shall it be a time of ravishing beauty—or of deep philosophy?
Shall Percy come now—or Samuel with his mature inspiration?
—Dorothy Wordsworth in Spirit
Could we have some words from both?
I come lightly, blithely, serene, as the singing of rain when it kisses flowers asleep.
I will now describe a scene here just as morning breaks.
A little child sleeping on a silken couch awakes from dreams of play and looks towards the sun as it rises yonder.
Then the deeper pink of an aura radiance in which the soul of the child blends with the increasing light of day.
As notes when timed give the quartette harmony of mind, these, all together, sing the praises of the newborn day.
The child is very young and tender, eyes wide open to receive knowledge as it flows in, irresistible as the ocean.
He is a babe in wisdom, but as daylight here deepens to the pale rose twilight, the child knows what your earth plane ones of age never know until inspiration kindles the pent-up flames.
The child and the day and the light and the desire to be kissed by God are the things one must live in to realise that beauty; wisdom and childhood are the golden rungs in the ladder, which angels climb to come to the home of Mary.
Which Mary?
All the Marys who know Jesus.—Shelley
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