What is the nature of the spirit world?

The Nature of the Spirit World

Active and Progressive

Life after death is not a quiet, resting place, but a vivid and real and progressive existence filled with activity, research, study, and the application of natural laws. It is a continuation of life in a world of sense, urban and suburban living, where spirits work to uplift those in the mortal world.

Artistic Expression

Poetry and art continue—Walt Whitman notes that poetry is not a lost art in the spirit land, but a perfected one.

Death is a Gate

Death is viewed as a stairway to a higher kingdom and a golden chord that binds loved ones together.

The Purpose of Life

True living involves creating, loving, and appreciating beauty, rather than simply fluttering through life focusing on selfish gain.

Letting Go of Possessions

Possessions should be limited to what can be actively used. Items that cannot be enjoyed daily (clothes, furniture, ornaments) should be passed on to keep things circulating and alive.

Spiritual Connection

Love is considered the greatest power for righteousness, and angels or spirits bring consolation to human souls.

Finding God

Knowledge of God requires diligent search in both worlds, often found first within the soul and then in the beauty of Nature.

Continued Growth

Spirits continue their relationships with loved ones on earth, and they believe this connection is important for growth.

Poetry and Creativity

Spirits still create and share poetry, enjoying the process without the ego or ambition that accompanied them on earth.

The Importance of Spirit Communication

Communication between spirits and their loved ones on earth is viewed as a powerful, effective tool for promoting righteousness.

 

I am still writing poetry, and often read it to a little company of kindred spirits, and enjoy their criticism and praise just as much, and more than I could have done in the world, for then I was super sensitive and ambitious and now I have lost all that.

―Alfred Tennyson in Spirit

It is the people, the human hearts that hold spirits to earth, not beautiful scenes or familiar places. My interest and love for you is as fresh and strong as it was the first of my days with you.

See only the beautiful in everything―

See beauty and spirit and make poetry of it.

―Spirit Carrie

The love that held you together through all the years is the golden chord, which binds you now.

Death is not a hard master.

Sometimes, your own struggles make it hard for the angel to lead you through the gate, but the firm hand always takes you to a place of safety in God's Kingdom.

―Francis E. Bennett in Spirit

Few people live, many people flutter and fly from tree to tree where fruit is ripest and fill their stomachs and forget the real purpose of life.

I am still writing, and I want to tell you that as long as there are people in any sphere of existence, there must be poets and lovers of poets. It is not a lost art in the spirit land, but a perfected one.

―Walt Whitman in Spirit

Spirit Messages

Why are my roses not blooming?

Spring will come and roses will bloom again.

Possessions of all sorts must be limited to your ability to use them actively. You should not just sit in the midst of things, but live in a place where what is about you is in active service.

No ornaments, either pictures or furniture, should be stored away.

What cannot be enjoyed daily should be passed on.The same is true about jewellery and clothes―pass them on. Keep things circulating and they do not die. This is a great truth.

Things live, and have a character, as well as people.

They absorb your personality and give off their atmosphere or feeling. That is why you can feel at once whether the people who live in a place are fine and hospitable or selfish and cold. Their things talk.

I am assured through my own experience over here that it is a growth for spirits to continue their relationship with their loved ones on earth.

Death is really a gate and makes all life one. I am of the opinion that it is the stairway, which leads to the upper kingdom. I wish I had known more about it as a religion.

It was never presented to me in that light, and what little I knew of it, I felt was a case for the scientific world. But I see now its importance in the religious world. 

I do not mean as a dressed-up philosophy with tags of creed and symbols of dogmas, but that religion, which makes men turn from the low and ignoble to all that is beautiful, majestic and grand.

The communication proper from father to son, of wife or mother, is all-important to me today and I speak for its wonderful effectiveness toward righteousness.

The wonderful pictures of a mother's devotion and undying faith, which all good men are fond of repeating in story or colour should find a voice in the message of the mother to her darlings here. And you and I know, there is no power anywhere, which makes for righteousness like love.

So, not to the spiritual adept alone does God send his messenger, but to every soul that walks the earth the angel sometimes comes, and whether his message be received or not, the life is better for the invisible presence and the whispered consolation.

We know so little about God over here compared to what most of us expected to know. Knowledge only comes after diligent search and knowledge of God, He being unknowable must be sought with ardour and faithfulness over here, as in your world.

Some men find an expression of God in a violet growing by the brookside, some men see him not even in the thunder or the lightning or the mighty mountains or the ever-surging sea.

It is in the soul that the first knowledge of God finds expression, and then outward, outward, ever outward, it finds its way and touches every floweret, tracing its ways to the Source of All Being.

Some souls are born spiritually blind, just as some bodies are born with blind eyes, and it remains for us who have caught the shadow of His garment on the walls of the Universe to take the hand of these and lead them to the light, to the Master who shall touch their eyes and make them see. Today, my zeal is just as fervent, and I would give out everything, all and more, hoping that some seed might find soil receptive.

Your wisdom and consciousness of how much would go to waste would make you less prodigal in the sowing of seed.

But I am going to make a sort of farmer of you, for some of the seeds I put in your keeping you will be bound to sow.

The world here is so much a world of sense that I find it hard to realise that I am dead. That sounds strange, perhaps I should modify it and say, I find it strange to find myself considered dead except in influence.

We have institutions and streets, and all the things that makeup living, urban living, just the same as suburban living.

Most people if they think of the spirit realm at all except as a place of pearly gates and golden streets and undimmed glory like to dream of it as some beautiful, quiet, retired spot where all the active interests of glowing life cease, as if the spirit world might be vast pasture land where the shepherd leads his flocks to dwell in beauty and quiet repose. But this is false, my friend, as false as is the doctrine of brimstone and eternal torment.

The activities of the spiritual life are wonderful beyond expression. It is no dreaming existence, but vivid and real and progressive, and spirits gather together and plan and work for the uplifting of those in the mortal world and the unfortunates who are hastened into this world by undue exposure, privation, starvation, all the dreadful array of evils, which beset the ignorant and blind seekers after gold or place. And to those higher activities, research and study, discovery and application of laws of Nature for the betterment of the world, mutual co-operation in artistic expression, poetry, art, music, all those divine arts are ours, and daily I thank God it is so.

You stand in the vestibule of life, and those who are near enough to catch glimpses of its beauty, whisperings of its harmony, inspirations of its prayers, are your divine leaders, your poets, great artists of every kind, but not necessarily your ministers, your clergymen, for in many instances, they are but showmen standing at the tent door, howling about the wares which the Lord keeps inside.

Spirit Messages