Where time is not?

I think you now understand from what I have said that not all souls who have passed the airy frontier are either in heaven or hell.

Few reach an extreme and most live out their allotted period here, as they lived out their allotted period on earth without realising either the possibilities or the significance of their condition.

Wisdom is a tree of slow growth, the rings around its trunk are earthly lives and the grooves between are the periods between the lives. Who grieves that an acorn is slow in becoming an oak?

It is equally unphilosophical to feel that the truth, which I have endeavoured to make you understand—

The truth of the soul’s great leisure is necessarily sad.

If a man were to become an archangel in a few years’ time, he would suffer terribly from growing pains.

The law is implacable, but it often seems to be kind.

Yes—there are many heavens. One of the strangest phenomena of this ethereal world is the tremendous attraction by sympathy, the attraction of events, I mean.

Desire a thing intensely enough and you are on the way to it.

A body of a feather’s weight moves swiftly when propelled by free will.

I felt a yearning for beauty, which is a synonym for heaven.

Did I really move from my place—or did heaven come to me?

I cannot say—space means so little here. For every vale without, there is a vale within. We desire a place and we are there.

Perhaps the Teacher could give you a scientific explanation of this, but I cannot at the moment.