What is the day of small things in the Bible?

The more you live out of yourself, and for others, the greater will be the growth you long for. 

Do not despise the day of small things has been written, and you must learn that to give even a cup of water in the right spirit is sometimes the highest act of worship. 

You are if you will to be a great power for good on your earth, but you must work first with others in some organised way, for the alphabet of things must be learned from without. The poor in body and in spirit are looking vainly for help, and as all humanity must be redeemed together, you can see how it is meant to love the brother as one's self. 

Each one of us is his brother's keeper, but it is not by giving each one such strong meat as you are able to receive that help can come. 

Give milk to babes. 

Insight—A Record of Psychic Experiences—A series of questions and answers dealing with the World of Facts, the World of Ideals and the World of Realities Beyond Death

Is purgatory a real place?

Is there such a place as purgatory?

The spiritual world is a heaven to some, a purgatory to others, but this same is true of your earthly state.

Is there any suffering there?

Yes, there is suffering in judging oneself, and sometimes great pain is felt in seeing oneself as one is in the sight of purer spirits.

Is there envy or jealousy there?

At first, you take all the emotions of your intellect with you.

Do we have guides there?

Yes, many whose business is to prepare you for this self-judgment.

Does judgment come immediately?

No, you are happy, whatever your life may have been, and you seem to yourself like a visitor in a wonderful and strange land.

Insight—A Record of Psychic Experiences—A series of questions and answers dealing with the World of Facts, the World of Ideals and the World of Realities Beyond Death

How can I be true in life?

How to be true!

How to be honest!

Two great questions of the day and age.

The answer is simple—pray sincerely for help from God.

He will teach you how to be both honest and true if you will give him your full trust.

What God says about beauty?

I wish I could explain the influence of the Beautiful Being. 

It is unlike anything else in the Universe. It is as elusive as a moonbeam, yet more sympathetic than a mother. It is daintier than a rose, yet it looks upon ugly things with a smile. It is purer than the breath of the sea, yet it seems to have no horror of impurity. It is artless as a child, yet wiser than the ancient gods, a marvel of paradoxes, a celestial vagabond, the darling of the unseen—

When you hear a rustling in the air, listen again, there may be something there. When you feel a warmth, mysterious and lovely in the heart, there may be something there—something sent to you from a warm and lovely source.

When a joy unknown fills your being, and your soul goes out, out toward some loved mystery, you know not where, know that the mystery itself is reaching toward you with warm and loving, though invisible arms.

We who live in the invisible are not invisible to each other.

There are tender colours here, and exquisite forms, and the eye gloats on beauty never seen upon the earth.

Oh, the joy of simple life to be, and to sing in your soul all day, as the bird sings to its mate! for you are singing to your mate whenever your soul sings.

Did you fancy it was only the springtime that thrilled and moved you to listen to the rustling of wings? The springtime of the heart is all time, and the autumn may never come.

Listen! When the hark sings, he sings to you. When the waters sing, they sing to you.

And as your heart rejoices, there is always another heart somewhere that responds, and the soul of the listening heavens grows glad with the mother joy.

I am glad to be here―I am glad to be there. There is beauty wherever I go. Can you guess the reason, children of earth?

Come out and play with me in the daisy fields of space. I shall wait for you at the corner where the four winds meet. 

You will not lose your way if you follow the gleam at the end of the garden of hope.

There is music, also, beyond the roar of the earth, as it swishes through space. There is music in keys unknown to the duller ears of the earth, and harmonies whose chords are souls attuned to each other. 

Listen—do you hear them?

Oh, the ears are made for hearing, and the eyes are made for seeing, and the heart is made for loving!

The hours go by and leave no mark, and the years are as sylphs that dance on the air and leave no footprints, and the centuries march solemn and slow. But we smile, for joy is also in the solemn tread of the centuries. 

Joy, joy everywhere. It is for you, and for me, and for you, as much as for me. 

Will you meet me out where the four winds meet?

My sister, I am often with you when you realise it not. 

For me, a poet soul is a well of water in whose deeps I can see myself reflected. I live in a glamour of light and colour, which you mortal poets vainly try to express in magic words.

I am in the sunset and in the stars―I watched the moon grow old and you grow young. 

In childhood, you sought for me in the swiftly moving cloud―in maturity, you fancied you had caught me in the gleam of a lover’s eye, but I am the eluder of men. I beckon, and I fly, and the touch of my feet does not press down the heads of the blossoming daisies.

You can find me, and lose me again, for mortal cannot hold me. I am nearest to those who seek beauty, whether in thought or in form—

I fly from those who seek to imprison me.

You can come each day to the region where I dwell. 

Sometimes, you will meet me, sometimes not, for my will is the wind’s will, and I answer no beckoning finger. But when I beckon, the souls come flying from the four corners of heaven. 

Your soul comes flying, too, for you are one of those I have called by the spell of my magic.

I have use for you, and you have meaning for me―I like to see your soul in its hours of dream and ecstasy. Whenever one of my own dreams a dream of paradise, the light grows brighter for me to whom all things are bright.

Oh, forget not the charm of the moment, forget not the lure of the mood, for the mood is wiser than all the magi of earth, and the treasures of the moment are richer and rarer than the hoarded wealth of the ages. 

The moment is real, while the age is only a delusion, memory and shadow. Be sure that each moment is all, and the moment is more than time.

Time carries an hourglass, and his step is slow―his hair is white with the rime of years and his scythe is dull with unwearied mowing. But he never yet has caught the moment in its flight. He has grown old in casting nets for it.

Ah, the magic of life and the endless combination of living things! 

I was young when the sun was formed, and I shall be young when the moon falls dead in the arms of her daughter, the Earth. Will you not be young with me? The dust is as nothing—the soul is all.

Like a crescent moon on the surface of a lake of water is the moment of love’s awakening.

Like a faded flower in the lap of a tired world is the moment of love’s death.

But there is love of the light, for its radiance is the love of souls for each other.

There is no death where the inner light shines, irradiating the fields of the within, the beyond, the unattainable attainment.71/*-*

You know where to find me. 

Why do you fear to question me? 

I am the great answerer of questions, though my answers are often symbols, yet words themselves are only symbols.

I have not visited you for a season, for when I am around, you can think of nothing else, and it is well that you should think of those who have trodden the path you are treading. 

You can pattern your ways on those of others, you can hardly pattern your ways on mine.

I am a light in the darkness―my name you do not need to know. A name is a limitation, and I refuse to be limited. In the ancient days of the angels, I refused to enter the forms of my own creation, except to play with them. 

There is a hint for you if you like hints. 

He who is held by his own creations becomes a slave. That is one of the differences between me and men.

What earthly father can escape his children? What earthly mother wishes to? 

But I! I can make a rose to bloom then leave it for another to enjoy. 

My joy was in the making. It would be dull for me to stay with a rose until its petals fell. The artist who can forget his past creations may create greater and greater things. 

The joy is in the doing, not in the holding fast to that which is done.

Oh, the magic of letting go! It is the magic of the gods.

There are races of men to whom I have revealed myself. 

They worship me. You need not worship me, for I do not require worship. That would be to limit myself to my own creations if I needed anything from the souls I have touched with my beauty.

Oh, the magic of letting go! The magic of holding on?

Yes, there is magic in holding on to a thing until it is finished and perfect, but when a thing is finished, whether it be a poem, a love―or a child, let it go. In that way, you are free again and may begin another. 

It is the secret of eternal youth. 

Never look back with regret―look back only to learn what is behind you. 

Look forward always―it is only when a man ceases to look forward to things that he begins to grow old. He settles down. I have said to live in the moment―that is the same thing seen from another side. The present and the future are playfellows―we do not play when we study the past. 

I am the great playfellow of men.

When you see me in the green trees and in the green light under trees, know that you are near to me. When you hear my voice in the silence, know that I speak for you. The immortal loves to speak to the immortal in the mortal, and there is joy in calling to the joy, which dozes in the heart of a soul of earth.

When joy is awake, the soul is awake.

You look for God in the forms of men and women, and sometimes you find him there, but you look for me in your own soul―the deeper the gaze, the fairer the vision. Yes, I am in Nature, and I am in you when you look for me there, for Nature is dual, and the half you carry within you. 

All things are one and dual, even I, and that is why you may find me.

Oh, the charm of being free to wander at will round the earth and heaven and through the souls of men!

I am lighter than the thistledown, but more enduring than the stars—the permanent is impalpable and only the impalpable endures.

The road is not long, which leads to the castle of dreams―the far away is nearer than next door, but only the dreamer finds it.

When labour is light, the pay is sure―when the days are hard, their reward is tardy. 

Be glad, and I will repay you.

I would write my name on the leaves of your heart, but only the angels can read the writing. Who bears my unknown name on the petals of his heart is accepted among the angels for the flower he is―his perfume reaches heaven.

There is pollen in the heart, child of earth, and it fructifies the flowers of faith. There is faith in the soul, child of time, and it bears the seed of all things.

The seasons come, and the seasons go, but the springtime is eternal.

I can find that in you that which was lost in the April of the world.

―The Beautiful Being

What is John chapter 10 verse 30?

Jesus was asked at the Feast of the Dedication in Jerusalem―

If thou be the Christ, tell us plainly?

Jesus referred them to the tenor of his teaching, as evidence of its divine origin―those Father's sheep who were prepared heard and answered his voice. They accepted his mission. They were kept in the Father's hand, and in the mission, which was to regenerate them and humanity at large―

The Father and the Teacher were One―I and my Father are One.

The Jews understood them as an assumption of divine honour, and stoned him, but He, pure, truthful Spirit, over whose transparent sincerity no shadow of duplicity ever passed, justified himself. He asked, in amazement, for which of his miracles they were about to stone him. For none, his accusers said, but for blasphemously claiming union with the undivided Godhead. Thus challenged, Jesus distinctly put aside the claim.

Why, in your own sacred records, the term is applied to many on whom the spirit was outpoured―Ye are gods. How then can it be blasphemy to say of Him whom the Father himself hath sanctified and separated for so special a work, He is the Son of God? If you doubt, regard the works I do.

Disbelief in hell?

People do not believe in the hell of fire anymore, but they have by their recoil forgotten that there is a real hell. It is we who populate hell on earth and in heaven.

What does it mean to be in perfect peace?

You who have followed me from those early days when I wrote you letters from the lower astral world, describing, as a traveller in a strange country, the things I had seen―

You who followed me through the hells of astral turmoil during the early months of the war, follow me yet a little further. 

I will show you the way as it has been shown to me. 

For perfect peace will not come at once. You will have to work for it.

But if you have faith, you will ride the stormy waters into the haven of a new earth. And a new heaven will spread above the earth, for heaven is largely peopled from below―it recruits its population from below.

―The Judge [Last Letters from a Living Dead Man]

What does the rock pile symbolize?

A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock pile when somebody contemplates it with a cathedral in mind.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

What does praise without ceasing mean?

Hope is an eternal watchword—

Faith and Trust live in the same dwelling with Harmony. 

The whole scheme means unity of truthful purpose, so grand it is awe-inspiring, yet so simple to understand. 

Let us never cease to praise God, for His goodness can never be repaid. Amen to Him!

—Clifford in Spirit

Why is Jesus Christ inspiring?

Yes, I have seen Christ once, and remembering how awe-inspiring the occasion was, cannot help wondering how anyone could imagine at death they would go straight to His kingdom, when most of us have done so little to earn that beatitude!

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What is spiritual conscience?

SPIRITUAL VALUES TO LIVE BY

A love of truth―essential for a just, inclusive and progressive society.

A sense of justice―recognition of the rights and needs of all.

A spirit of co-operation based on active goodwill and the principle of right human relationships.

A sense of personal responsibility, for group, community and national affairs.

Serving the common good through the sacrifice of selfishness. Only what is good for all is good for each one.

These are the spiritual values, inspiring the conscience and the consciousness of those who serve to create a better way of life.

Are spirit guides always with you?

Your spiritual guide stays constantly by your side―day and night by your side―inspiring you, and strengthening your will against all the obstacles you have to face.

Will God give me what I desire?

There is a right thing for you to do in every circumstance if you learn how to use your God-given instincts and trust in them. 

The change in you will seem nothing less than miraculous. 

The only way to do it is to get closer to the Heart of the Universe, which is God, the Father. Learn how to let Him dwell in you, and reign in you. You have all the data. Use it and stop doubting.

How can I show fortitude in my life?

Fortitude, endurance and courage are three of the primary colours of life. Fortitude brings strength, endurance brings patience, courage develops truth. The great Trinity is ever-present, you see.

How to remove the fear of death?

No longer fear death!

It opens the portals of the celestial world, and presents to you a home—beautiful and grand. 

What does it mean to be crowned by God?

Oh! beautiful Nature! how the glories of Thy fascinating splendour glow in the presence of the vivifying sunshine! 

Speak, oh! beautiful Nature, of Thy perfect manifestations and great works, and in the presence of Thy grand productions all is manifest good. 

Thou art the Crown of All-glory. 

Thou art the never-failing Master of Fate. 

Thou art the rock upon which all our hopes may be realised. 

Thou art the Ruler of the Heavens whose pearly gates are ever ajar, and he who will may enter and become blest, for Thou art the Crowning Glory of All There Is.