Reincarnation Plane II (Warning: Sensitive Reading)

The real birth of the physical form of the child is not produced in suffering but in glory and peacefulness—

Lord Kitchener* is taken to a laboratory on the reincarnation plane. A tall, lean man with a beard takes him and King Edward in charge.

I will explain anything you wish to ask, he says.

I wish to have you explain anything, which you think will be of interest to us.

He nods slowly, Step this way. I will show you the fundamental principles. They enter a large room where there are shelves containing many bottles labelled in the astral language. He takes one from a lower shelf and holds it up to the light. He shakes it and its red contents sparkle as if alive, sending out an amazing glow.

The bottle contains a substance by which the blood of the newborn babe is sustained. It consists of several other fluids, which produce the life-giving quality of physical action. The blue fluid of the astral blood is blended with it when the physical birth takes place. Therefore, the newborn possesses one-half of the astral blue blood and one-half of the red blood of the physical. The two form a light blood, which turns quite a dark red, as the body develops in earthly years. The fluids are concentrated upon in the highest realm where only the advanced may go—in the Circle of the Master. The secrets there are not disclosed.

I shall show you just what I would do if I were beginning to form the body of the newborn. Do not misunderstand me, the forming of the child is done spiritually within the Circle of the Master, but the physical forming is given into the hands of the chosen ones who work from the original spiritual idea and body-conception, which God has conceived. With a consciousness ready to receive the directions given, I would wait and my hand would be guided so that the body would be like the one, which the great Mind conceived, which is the idea of God, of which the bodies of all are reflections. This fluid is very powerful and explosive, for it possesses the quality of nerve force. The newborn babe is always sensitive and possesses, as a rule, a great nerve force. I will place this red fluid in a crystal bowl and mix with it an equal amount of blue astral fluid. When I do this, watch the effect.

The speaker mixes the fluids carefully; the fluids foam and slowly rise, becoming a dark red. Quite suddenly, a glare comes from it, which fills the whole room with a living force.

There is a soul waiting for this body materialisation at the present time, so you will see the bona fide procedure. This will not be an imitation for your personal benefit.

All the better, Lord Kitchener replies.

Some time passes and the lights that come from that bowl are wonderful. Lord Kitchener has a feeling of awe, which he has seldom experienced. It is when the light has reached a golden red that the glow settles and the foaming ceases.

The man asks his attendant to bring another bottle from the self. After shaking it well, he pours the contents into the bowl with the other fluids. These settle at the bottom, forming a yellow light in the centre of the bowl. Afterwards, there is darkness for a time, and when the light comes into the room again, he is standing motionless, holding a piece of substance, which appears like white clay. Carefully, he rolls it between the palms of his hands.

I have concentrated upon the fundamental principles and I have given the substance magnetism and heat through holding it in my hands. I will now place it in the bowl for further developments.

He allows it to sink into the fluids and, turning, he presses a button in the wall. A man enters; his robes are long and white. The symbol upon his chest is in orange, but Lord Kitchener cannot make out what it is, nor does he get any thought concerning it. The man picks up the bowl, and they all proceed to another room, which is practically dark, though Lord Kitchener can see that it is almost filled with white-robed men. They stand in a circle around a long table upon which are two tall white candles. The circle opens for a moment to allow the bearer of the bowl to enter and set it down upon the table. There is a blue, hazy mist over the faces of the forms and they utter no word. They fold their arms as they close their circle. Presently, they place their hands upon the table.

Lord Kitchener is so fascinated he does not move and he gazes upon the bowl, although he is conscious all the time of the forms around it. They seem to be so transparent that they do not conceal any part of the table or bowl, even though they stand very close together. He does not notice anything especially peculiar or unexpected, and he is wondering if anything is actually happening but invisible to his eyes. Quite suddenly, there begins a movement within the bowl, and then it is still again. Lord Kitchener never takes his eyes off the bowl. He does not speak or move, he is so fascinated. Again, there comes a movement in the bowl. There is a stir as if the slowly developing creation of life is taking place. There comes a sigh like a softly drawn breath. It reminds him of the sound of the wind whispering to the trees when all is peaceful and God seems very near.

Again, he sees movement within the bowl and it lasts a long time. It seems like a quivering nerve, a motion of the sensitive muscle. By now, he can see the clay within the bowl; it appears warmly alive and like flesh. He sees the circle of forms place their hands upon the table and lean forward. He counts the forms for the first time; they number twelve. He notices they appear to be the same size and, without seeing their features, one might imagine he is gazing into some strange mirror and seeing one form reflected a dozen times. Around each head is a yellow glow like a halo. Lord Kitchener knows that he is within the thought-circle of very spiritual and powerful beings.

Again, he turns his eyes upon the bowl. He sees it slowly disappear from his sight and, in its place, is a quivering piece of physical flesh, which possesses no particular form. Carefully, in unison, each form holds out the first finger of his right hand and touches that quivering, shivering, half-breathing object. It jumps at their touch, and from their finger-ends, there comes forth a blue-white light, which flashes into the object, and it seems to grow in length. It quivers and shakes several times and there comes another long-drawn breath-like sigh. He knows the sigh does not come from any form around the table but from somewhere in the room close to the quivering flesh.

There quickly forms a yellow glow, which seems like an aura. The object begins to quiver again, then with a sudden jerk, it lies still; there comes again that long breath-like sigh.

With the greatest of care, the white-robed forms draw back from the table and the room appears to expand. Lord Kitchener is astounded to see a huge door, which leads into a great auditorium crowded with women. Some appear very young, others rather old. All have anxious expressions.

A Judge from a lofty seat looks down upon them as he speaks. I call Marion Faust Wiltal to come before the court.

A slender girl rises in the rear of that great auditorium; slowly and gracefully, she walks to the front and stands before the Judge.

I am ordered by the Supreme Power to give into your keeping a soul who is to go to the earth to perform a duty and take a message. You will help guard and protect the soul until it becomes accustomed to the childish body, for one great in spirituality takes a long time to become accustomed to the physical. Are you willing?

Yes, she smiles, I am content—gladness is in my soul.

The sex will be male. His first name will be Leon. He will be an artist.

I will help him through life. I promise to do my part. 

The Judge reaches forward and gives her a wonderful lily. He will be born in April.

Holding the lily closely, she says, I will pray for April. 

The Judge nods his head slowly as he writes something in the great book before him. All will be well, he says as she turns to leave, the lily clasped in her hands.

Lord Kitchener hears a whisper at his elbow. She is here from the earth plane during her sleep. All women who are to be mothers come to this Court and speak with the Judge. They also spend one course of nine months in this realm, during sleep, preparing and learning.

Lord Kitchener knows it is one of the white-robed men who has brought him there who speaks but cannot distinguish which one.

Another woman steps forward when her name is called. She is wearing a robe of white with a touch of orange around the edge. Clasping her hands, her eyes gaze into those of the Judge.

Why do you call me here? I did not wish to come.

Shaking his head slowly, the Judge answers, I call you to your duty. You are to know the love of motherhood. You have been selfish but let this test take from you that quality and make out of you a good, true woman—an expression of kindness and love.

She leans closer to him, her large dark eyes fill with tears; they fall softly. I will try to love the child, but I do not now.

You must overcome personal physical selfishness. The child will bring happiness to you. The sex will be female. Her first name will be Winifred.

The darkness of disturbance leaves her face. Perhaps I shall grow to love her. I have never yet loved anyone as much as myself, but I will do my part. I promise.

Another is called. She is a girl with blue eyes and long flowing hair, which falls almost to her feet. She reaches the Judge's desk and stands with her hands clasped, her wistful eyes upon him.

You will bring forth a wonderful child. But you will sacrifice for him—prove you are beyond all physical selfishness. You will return here and he will stay in your place on earth.

She holds out her hands. I am willing, I am willing. But please allow me to hold my child once within my arms, please—please. Lifting her head, her eyes fill with tears. A sweet smile curves her lips and she stands still, waiting before the Judge.

You shall hold your child once—your wish is granted. He gives her a flower; it is a lily of the valley. The sex will be male. His name will be Philip and he will be born in June.

She smiles radiantly. I am happy, she whispers as she fades into the atmosphere.

Another comes forward. Lord Kitchener hears the Judge's words. Your child shall bring much happiness to the world. 

The curtain falls slowly and the scene vanishes.

Again, Lord Kitchener sees the object upon the table quiver slightly and more softly comes the sighing breath. Again, forms touch the table. He becomes weak; unconsciousness creeps over him, and he feels hands helping him out of the silence of the tense, dim room. He is led down a hallway. He knows King Edward is right behind him. His aura is so powerful it surrounds them with golden yellow rays. 

They enter another room also filled with many white-robed forms, and it seems to him there are hundreds of tables bearing quivering flesh-like objects.

As the room grows darker, out of the floor seems to come a yellow and red light. It is powerful as it searches into every dark place. The objects upon the tables quiver and grow until he can see within each a grotesque form, which appears almost human with the head a trifle too large. A strange silence fills the room; the door opens and there enter many, many white-robed women, their faces glowing with happiness.

The big forms draw back in a circle and stand with arms folded. The light blue haze around their faces illumines the dim features. It spreads into their auras and transfigures their forms.

Lord Kitchener can scarcely move; he is filled with awe and amazement, with the way things came about. A woman with a glorious face leads the others. In circles, they stand around the tables. With closed eyes, each one repeats after a voice, which speaks out of the silence.

De tois les me fore to. The translation of the words he is not allowed to give.

The faces of the women grow white and they bow their heads. Again, comes a silence, and a sigh like the spiritual breath of God comes softly, causing the quivering of the small objects to cease. Through the halos about them is revealed the features of tiny faces and the little bodies formed; the small lips move, and there comes a low wail—not a pitiful one, but a joyful utterance.

Lord Kitchener stands speechless. The faith, which lights each mother's face is wonderful. 

Slowly, the mothers turn and walk down the room. Each head is ringed with a glorious halo, and as they drift into space a hush falls over all. Lord Kitchener knows the earth plane is stirring with the coming of daylight. It seems a window is thrown open, and through it, he sees those marching forms, returning with their precious secrets to the world of the physical.

The Message—Lord Kitchener Lives (received by Ala Mana), Volume I, Grafton Publishing Corporation, California, 1922