I saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem.

I saw the Holy City, New Jerusalem.

You may have gained the impression that we [spirit-lives] have described our life as a strange mixture of natural and spiritual—

We have spoken of houses, lands, clothes, food, books, and on the other hand, have spoken of the will-power, as the great creative agency of soul impressions rather than bodily senses.

Will-power is the great creative agency of soul impressions rather than bodily senses.

That impression would be in the main a correct one, for our life here is a mingling of the old and new—the past and present—not yet wholly spirit, nor wholly of the earth—

We partake of both natures. 

Like a girl who is just between childhood and womanhood may be a child one day and a woman the next—or like a dragonfly just emerging from its case comes out with folded wings for a time that bears some proportion to his short life, he seems rather to crawl on these wings, as if he were a grub than to open them and fly away. 

Our pleasures and duties are never separated here [the world of spirits], as they sometimes are with you.

There is no such thing as a pleasure disconnected from work, growth or duty—neither is there any beauty disconnected from true life, nor any idle sorrow or grief that is not distinctly healing in its effect—cleansing or raising the soul.

There is no weariness, such as comes from mere ennui or from a vacant mind—real honest fatigue of the body comes only from the imperfection of the growing soul not yet strong enough to bear all the strain put on it by its spirit lord.