What do the angels do all the time?

Angels do not work with their hands, but with their minds. 

Mind is over and above all matter, but works with and through it―therefore, a city of angels is not made by the hands of angels, but is constructed within their minds. 

Neither is an angelic city, nor any one of the other cities within the heavens fashioned by a personal God, but angels construct their house, according to their particular gift in wisdom―according to their particular love―or fancy. 

No two dwellings are alike―a similarity runs through them all, yet each differs from the other, but all are extremely beautiful―each one perfect in its way, according to its particular conformation. 

As no two angels are alike, so no two dwellings are alike, yet these cities are far more beautiful than the Christian’s dream of heaven with God like a man on a throne and angels doing nothing but falling down to worship him.

As your eyes roam over this most glorious city, you will observe many large and magnificent buildings within this city. 

None of them are private residences―all the large buildings are constructed by companies―or bands of angels, and are devoted to wisdom in all its various branches―each angel’s particular home is quite small and they keep no servants of any kind―angels construct their own private residences, but when they erect one of these magnificent Halls of Learning, a large company band together and all agree on the particular style of building they desire, and thus it is fashioned alike within the minds of all, and is projected from their united minds and becomes a real spiritual temple within the heavens, not made with hands, but by the soul of God working through the angels―moreover, God is not perceived by the angels as a male personality, but as the Great Eternal Soul of All Things that are―or ever were―or ever shall be―the great unseen power that moves all things.

Do you observe that most magnificent temple yonder?

You look in the direction pointed out and on a slight eminence in the centre of the city you see a most magnificent edifice. 

It appears to be built entirely of diamonds, with a spire of gold. 

Imagine the sun just rising on such a building―the diamonds all reflecting the fresh rosy light of a clear, beautiful, summer’s morning, and you will have a faint conception of that which meets your sight as you gaze enraptured.

This is the principal temple of this city―the leading temple of wisdom―all others are more―or less branches from this one.

You float onward and enter the temple.

The interior is vastly more beautiful than the exterior, and it is filled by a large company of angels so gloriously and brightly beautiful that your finite soul is dazzled and you cannot look upon them.

You ascend a wide golden stairway and enter a compartment where the glory is somewhat subdued. 

You take a restful seat. 

Although you cannot see the interior of the building from the outside, yet you can perceive, as through clear glass, the landscape outside of the building, and as you gaze forth you see a little in the distance a boundless ocean and many ships sailing on it. 

The ocean, which you see in the distance is one of many others within the heavenly spheres. 

Heaven is not without its oceans any more than earth. 

The ships, which you see are not made with hands any more than the dwellings and temples of wisdom, but by angels banding together and forming them with their minds.

Angels do not create natural objects any more than we do on earth―they do not create the spiritual earth, water, grass, trees―or flowers―or any kind of animal life―they create only those things, which may be classed under the head of art, and all the things, which they create within their minds become real objects to themselves and all other angels and spirits, providing the spirits are wise enough to perceive them.

There are at the present time ten thousand times ten thousand more angels within the heavenly spheres surrounding the earth than there are people upon the earth―these heavens have long been, and are still becoming most wise and powerful, and every man, woman and child on the earth are continually receiving visits from these angels and are more or less aided and guided by them―many are conscious of their presence.

It is this connecting link of love that draws earth up toward heaven and heaven down toward earth. 

Love joins the two worlds together.

Oceanides―A Psychical Novel