Godly Humor
the funny side of life
Volume 34
There are so many who are so eccentrically dressed that their appearance gives variety to the whole.
It is easy to get the clothes one wants here. I found myself dressed as usual. I am not yet sure whether I brought my clothes with me.
Where do spirits get their clothes? How do they make them?
Why, first I make a pattern in my mind and then the thing becomes a garment.
Do you take every stitch?Not as I should have done on earth.
I looked closer and saw that the whole garment seemed to be in one piece and that it was caught on the shoulders by jewelled pins.
To fix the pattern and shape clearly in the mind, to visualise it, then by power of desire to draw the subtle matter of the thought world round the pattern, so as actually to form the garment.
In the last analysis, there is only one kind of matter in both worlds, but there is a great difference in vibration and tenuity.
We do not feel at all like transparent angels sitting on damp clouds.
Were it not for the quickness with which I get over space, I should think sometimes that my body was as solid as ever.
I can often see you and to me you seem tenuous. It is all, I suppose, the old question of adjusting to environment.
What are you to do for towels?
What marvellous water! What wonderful air! Purity! Purity! No impurity can remain for an instant in this air. Nothing decays, nothing tarnishes or disfigures or mars the universal purity or beauty. As fast as fruit ripens and falls, all that is not immediately gathered evaporates, not even the seed. No shadow of dust, no taint of decay on fruit or flower―everything perfect, everything pure.
You are building for eternity during your earthly life and every gentle word, every generous thought, every unselfish deed will become a pillar of eternal beauty in the life to come.
You cannot be selfish and unloving in one life and generous and loving in the next, the two lives are too closely blended―one is the continuation of the other.
You bring into this life the same tastes, same desires, same knowledge, you had before death.
You have nothing to dread, nothing to fear.
No fear or harm or danger, no dread of ill or anxiety lest a mishap occur―security, security and joy and peace! This is the blessed life.
Observe, observe, observe. Only observe what is.
Can you direct me to a place where I can enter a complaint? I have been kept awake by loud singing, and it is an infringement on the rights of another, for such conduct to be allowed. I have not seen a policeman since my arrival.
The few policemen here wear citizen's clothes and they may be among the singers who disturbed you.
It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.―Dave Barry





















































































































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