Does rebirth exist?

Lord Kitchener was taken to a laboratory on the Reincarnation Plane. 

A tall, lean man with a beard took him and King Edward in charge. I will explain anything you wish to ask, he said. 

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

He nodded slowly, Step this way. I will show you the fundamental principles. 

They entered a large room where there were shelves containing many bottles labelled in the astral language. He took one from a lower shelf and held it up to the light. He shook it, and its red contents sparkled 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 will 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 mixed the fluids carefully, the fluids foamed and slowly rose, becoming a dark red. Quite suddenly, a glare came from it, which filled 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 replied. Some time passed and the lights that came from that bowl were wonderful. Lord Kitchener had a feeling of awe, which he had seldom experienced. It was when the light had reached a golden red that the glow settled and the foaming ceased. The man asked his attendant to bring another bottle from the shelf. 

After shaking it well, he poured the contents into the bowl with the other fluids. These settled at the bottom, forming a yellow light in the centre of the bowl. 

Afterwards, there was darkness for a time, and when the light came into the room again, he was standing motionless, holding a piece of substance, which appeared like white clay. Carefully, he rolled 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 allowed it to sink into the fluids, and turning, he pressed a button in the wall. A man entered, his robes were long and white. The symbol upon his chest was in orange, but Lord Kitchener could not make out what it was, nor did he get any thought concerning it. The man picked up the bowl and they all proceeded to another room, which was practically dark though Lord Kitchener could see that it was almost filled with white-robed men. They stood in a circle around a long table upon which were two tall white candles. The circle opened for a moment to allow the bearer of the bowl to enter and set it down upon the table. There was a blue, hazy mist over the faces of the forms and they uttered no word. They folded their arms, as they closed their circle. Presently, they placed their hands upon the table. Lord Kitchener was so fascinated he did not move, and he gazed upon the bowl although he was conscious all the time of the forms around it. They seemed to be so transparent that they did not conceal any part of the table or bowl even though they stood very close together. He did not notice anything especially peculiar or unexpected, and he was wondering if anything was actually happening, but invisible to his eyes. 

Quite suddenly, there began a movement within the bowl and then it was still again. 

Lord Kitchener never took his eyes off the bowl. He did not speak or move, he was so fascinated. Again, there came a movement in the bowl. There was a stir, as if the slowly developing creation of life was taking place. 

There came a sigh, like a softly drawn breath. 

It reminded him of the sound of the wind whispering to the trees when all was peaceful and God seemed very near. Again, he saw movement within the bowl and it lasted a long time. It seemed like a quivering nerve, a motion of the sensitive muscle. By now, he could see the clay within the bowl—it appeared warmly alive, and like flesh. He saw the circle of forms place their hands upon the table and lean forward. He counted the forms for the first time—they numbered twelve. He noticed they appeared to be the same size, and without seeing their features, one might imagine he was gazing into some strange mirror and seeing one form reflected a dozen times. 

Around each head was a yellow glow like a halo. 

Lord Kitchener knew that he was within the Thought Circle of very spiritual and powerful beings. Again, he turned his eyes upon the bowl. He saw it slowly disappear from his sight, and in its place was a quivering piece of physical flesh, which possessed no particular form. 

Carefully, in unison, each form held out the first finger of his right hand and touched that quivering, shivering, half-breathing object. 

It jumped at their touch, and from their finger-ends, there came forth a blue-white light, which flashed into the object and it seemed to grow in length. It quivered and shook several times, and there came another long-drawn breath-like sigh. He knew the sigh did not come from any form around the table, but from somewhere in the room close to the quivering flesh. 

There quickly formed a yellow glow, which seemed like an aura. 

The object began to quiver again, then with a sudden jerk, it lay still—there came again that long breathlike sigh. With the greatest of care, the white-robed forms drew back from the table and the room appeared to expand. Lord Kitchener was astounded to see a huge door, which led into a great auditorium crowded with women. Some appeared very young, others rather old. 

All had anxious expressions. 

A Judge from a lofty seat looked down upon them as he spoke. I call Marion Faust Wiltal to come before the court. A slender girl rose in the rear of that great auditorium, slowly and gracefully, she walked to the front and stood 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 smiled—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 reached forward and gave her a wonderful lily. He will be born in April. Holding the lily closely, she said—I will pray for April. The Judge nodded his head slowly, as he wrote something in the great book before him. All will be well, he said, as she turned to leave, the lily clasped in her hands. 

Lord Kitchener heard 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 knew it is one of the white-robed men who had brought him there who spoke, but could not distinguish which one. Another woman stepped forward when her name was called. She was 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 answered—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 leaned closer to him, her large dark eyes filled with tears, they fell 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 left 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 was called. She was a girl with blue eyes and long flowing hair, which fell almost to her feet. She reached the Judge's desk and stood 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 held 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 filled with tears. A sweet smile curved her lips and she stood still waiting before the Judge. You will  hold your child once—your wish is granted. He gave her a flower—it was a lily of the valley. The sex will be male. His name will be Philip and he will be born in June. She smiled radiantly. I am happy, she whispered, as she faded into the atmosphere. Another came forward. Lord Kitchener heard the Judge's words. 

Your child will bring much happiness to the world. 

The curtain fell slowly and the scene vanished. Again, Lord Kitchener saw the object upon the table quiver slightly, and more softly came the sighing breath. 

Again forms touched the table. 

Lord Kitchener became weak, unconsciousness crept over him, and he felt hands helping him out of the silence of the tense, dim room. He was led down a hallway. He knew King Edward was right behind him. His aura was so powerful it surrounded them with golden yellow rays. They entered another room, also filled with many white-robed forms, and it seemed to him there were hundreds of tables bearing quivering flesh-like objects. As the room grew darker, out of the floor seemed to come a yellow and red light. It was powerful, as it searched into every dark place. 

The objects upon the tables quivered and grew until he could see within each a grotesque form, which appeared almost human with the head a trifle too large. 

A strange silence filled the room—the door opened, and there entered many, many white-robed women, their faces glowing with happiness. The big forms drew back in a circle and stood with arms folded. The light blue haze around their faces illumined the dim features. It spread into their auras and transfigured their forms. Lord Kitchener could scarcely move, he was filled with awe and amazement with the way things came about. 

A woman with a glorious face led the others. 

In circles, they stood around the tables. With closed eyes, each one repeated after a voice, which spoke out of the silence.

De tois les me fore to. 

The translation of the words he was not allowed to give. The faces of the women grew white and they bowed their heads. Again came a silence, and a sigh, like the spiritual breath of God, came softly, causing the quivering of the small objects to cease. 

Through the halos about them was revealed the features of tiny faces and the little bodies formed—the small lips moved and there came a low wail—not a pitiful one, but a joyful utterance.

Lord Kitchener stood speechless. The faith, which lit each mother's face was wonderful. Slowly, the mothers turned and walked down the room. 

Each head was ringed with a glorious halo, and as they drifted into space a hush fell over all. 

Lord Kitchener knew the earth plane was stirring with the coming of daylight. It seemed a window was thrown open, and through it he saw 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