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TO ANNE SIMON 
 
From Winter Number of Poet Lore, 1916 
 
At Colorado Springs, in mid-summer, Anne 
 Simon, an unusual spirit, passed away. 
 
 Between the great pillars of power, that super- 
 vitality to arouse, to quicken, to stimulate others, 
 and an overflowing love that extended even to in- 
 animate things, there existed in her nature sym- 
 pathy, tolerance and understanding. To these 
 traits were added many qualities of charm, and gifts 
 that made her the remarkable Woman. 
 
 Anne Simon was a true friend, and penetrated 
 to the innermost sorrow and need. Her broad cul- 
 ture and spiritual insight opened the wider vision 
 for many. 
 
 She was an artist who loved suggestion and 
 shadow in music, painting and poetry . . . the 
 fallen petal, the grace of the single flower, and the 
 concentrated beauty of the precious stone. She left 
 a remarkable journal of the great and golden 
 thoughts of the Masters, from Plato to Pater and 
 D Annunzio, between which, unfolding like a mod- 
 est flower, were her own thoughts on art, religion, 
 education, and beauty. 
 
 On her brow rested the touch of genius. 
 
 In her journal, she mentions the mystic stones, 
 the chalcedony, beryl, sard, chrysophrase, jacinth, 
 wine-yellow topaz. 
 
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To Arme Simon 
 
 Of perfumes, frankincense, champak, spikenard, 
 hovenia, aloes. 
 
 Of words that had the power of evoking a mood 
 for her, Tyrian, Antigone, chalice, Hellenic, ves- 
 peral, chimera, faun, cenereal, laurel, pomegranate, 
 lutes, papyrus, Ionian, feudal, pastures, lagoon, 
 alembic, plinth, porphyry. 
 
 As with all profound natures, she often craved 
 silence and solitude, and in the last days of her 
 earthly life had no greater delight than the quiet 
 of star-lit evenings far out on the plains of Colo- 
 rado, or the deeper gloom or isolation of night, as 
 it wove itself about the fantastic shapes of that 
 garden of stone, well named the "Garden of the 
 Gods." 
 
 Literature and music were her most beloved arts. 
 In the former, she was the profound thinker and 
 student. She sought the word in its many facets, 
 and lingered lovingly over the phrase. She speaks 
 in her journal, of "the scholarly pleasure to know 
 the first meaning of words," and of metaphors, 
 "subtle as the flower-fragrance that one must listen 
 for, in order to fix." 
 
 As an artist, she was the exponent in her pianistic 
 work of weights and grades of touch, that would 
 be responsive to inner moods. Her last public per- 
 formance was as participant in the evocative music 
 of a piano and string trio of Debussy, given on the 
 morning before her illness. 
 
 It is as Modernist, however, that Anne Simon is 
 
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To Anne Simon 
 
 best known. She looked into the quiet pool, but 
 loved the running waters. To her the peak was 
 only the goal that led to still higher vision. 
 
 Her own thought from her book is this: "He mis- 
 took the tent suitable only for a night under the 
 stars, for a house built strongly enough for a life's 
 occupancy." 
 
 In the Futuristic writings of Italy, she found the 
 spirit and the unrest that brought to her the great- 
 est stimulus. To her they signified the progress to- 
 wards the newer epoch. During twenty summers 
 spent abroad, she absorbed the progressive tend- 
 encies of many peoples and discarded their tradi- 
 tions. 
 
 She contributed to many numbers of "Poet 
 Lore." 
 
 Her "Appreciation of Marinetti, Futurist," 
 shows the keen penetration and sympathy for the 
 iconoclasm and upheaval of the Master, and in her 
 translations, especially of his "Poems of the Sea," 
 one feels the shattering blows are given in their 
 original splendor and might. 
 
 In contrast, she lingers lovingly over the poems 
 of the gentle Pascoli. What she said of Pascoli 
 might equally apply to her: "He was happy in 
 touching visible things, yet always seemed to be 
 looking for a casement, out of which his soul might 
 
 fly." 
 
 In her journal she writes earlier: "The plum- 
 blossoms are to be prized, because they appear in 
 
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To Anne Simon 
 
 Winter on the naked boughs, and even in the snow. 
 
 They fall before they wither. How much more 
 
 beautiful than to cling to the bough and decay!" 
 "(In this way I would like to pass out.)" 
 The wish was gratified, for she passed quickly 
 
 and without suffering into the "Great Beyond," to 
 
 be welcomed there by her Peers. 
 
 It may truly indeed be said of Anne Simon, 
 
 "A Soul whose eyes were 
 keener than the Sun, 
 A Soul, whose wings were wider 
 than the World." 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
This is The Message of Anne Simon, my wife, 
 who passed into the higher life on August 5, 1916. 
 It was received under what I believe to have been 
 inspirational influences, which, beginning about 
 January 17, 1919, continued for twenty-five days, 
 and then ceased. . . . "The Message is The Mes- 
 sage ! There is no more !" In this short time it was 
 written, usually in the evening hours. The proc- 
 esses seemed normal. There was no trance condi- 
 tion, but the pencil moved swiftly, guided not by 
 my will, and the contents, text and drawings, were 
 evolved without my own mental or emotional stim- 
 ulation. I was a passive instrument. 
 
 Our earth union had been one of unusual sym- 
 pathy and happiness, and the bond between us, as 
 two artists of similar taste, was strong, fine and 
 sensitive. Anne Simon had a remarkable gift of 
 stimulating others to the highest possibility of ful- 
 fillment and accomplishment. Her love-touch 
 rested on many. In a letter she writes: "I am de- 
 veloping strangely! ... It is all so curious and 
 entirely outside of my volition. I am being guided, 
 led, moulded, changed by some unseen hand and 
 power. These are not idle words. Something is 
 working in and on me. Sometimes the buffeting 
 hither and thither seems cruel — other times, new 
 
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 riches come to me, the beauties of which I have 
 never even dreamed. And the beautiful part of it 
 is, that I am pursued by Love. I have only to look 
 up and stretch out my hand, and there it is ! I can 
 draw to myself what I will. I feel a wonderful 
 power which I don't dare to use — or perhaps I 
 don't know how to use it — or is it possible I have no 
 use for it?" 
 
 In her yet unpublished journal, the manuscript 
 of which w r as reviewed at length by Joyce Kilmer, 
 the soldier-poet and critic, in the literary supple- 
 ment of the New York Times, November 26, 1916, 
 Anne Simon writes: . . . Today I was contem- 
 plating the deep blue of the sky, feeling the wine 
 of life permeating every cell, when suddenly an ex- 
 traordinary perception of God and His love came 
 to me, so that my soul saw itself and all surround- 
 ing things from a new point of view. How thin 
 the partition seems between the sensuous and the 
 spiritual. . . . 
 
 Spiritualism, as usually understood, had never 
 been of more than passing interest to either of us, 
 though we were receptive to the idea of its possi- 
 bilities. The Message warns against certain phases 
 of spiritualism, as disturbing the earth-mind and 
 sometimes the earth-usefulness. "Tell mortals, 
 then, not to wish to see the spirit faces, but to open 
 their hearts and send their aspiration skyward like 
 an incense ... it will be star-glittered." 
 
 I believe The Message to be a world-message 
 
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 that came through revelation. So it is written. It 
 is a joy-message! . . . "Tell mortals, now that I 
 have given them this message, to make their bur- 
 dens joy-burdens, carrying them lightly, laughing 
 happily, walking swiftly and with earth serenity 
 toward the goal which will be the Mansion for 
 which they are prepared in our Realm, where may 
 be sensed an exquisite and immediate fruition. . . . 
 Believe and know with a new faith and full convic- 
 tion : There is no death ! . . . I have told this to the 
 world-mortals for their regeneration." 
 
 May The Message bring this greater comfort 
 and full conviction to those who are prepared to 
 receive. 
 
 OTTO TORNEY SIMON. 
 
 Washington, D. C, 
 November. 1919, 
 
 As the first Message comes from the press, a second Message has 
 appeared and is completed; also, additional intermediate writing, 
 with eighty symbolic drawings and explanation. A third Message 
 of unusual spiritual significance and elevation is evolving at this 
 time. In all, a voluminous document of more than eighty thousand 
 words has come through since January 17, 1919. 
 
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THE MESSAGE 
 
Write this ! ... It is I, Anne Simon, Dick, your 
 devoted and loving Wife ! 
 
 I am coming to you often and give my Message 
 to the world. You will write all day tomorrow. I 
 told you last year in the dreariness of your empty 
 house, and in the desolation of war-times, you would 
 have a message in the future. 
 
 Your technic was not perfect. Now write, and 
 write honestly, and with a deep appreciation of the 
 mission. I will begin from what some people call 
 the end. To me it was the beginning. It was gen- 
 tle and you were watching over me. I pressed your 
 hand at one time. That was to tell you I already 
 knew that all would be beautiful. It was that 
 precious last lingering touch. Dick, the body is 
 so wonderful and how often we only see this in our 
 contact on earth. It is the physical mate and we 
 learn to love it, for in true marriage it is only a 
 thin skim of imperfection through which the soul 
 is undimmed — (yes, that is what I want to say!) — 
 under which there are the living, crystal waters. 
 Notice, I say living water. It is never stagnant 
 and should be running and happy. Sometimes, it 
 stands solemnly under great shadows and then one 
 may see greater depths. Sorrow reaches out so, 
 
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 and the ripples cease for a while. Welcome sor- 
 row, and then let the waters sparkle again ; but do 
 not quite forget sorrow. It is not a superficial 
 friend. It brings one to a greater awakening and 
 to the realization of the infinite. The child of 
 earth cannot always be at play. Sorrow and grief 
 are born mostly from the idea of separation from 
 those who have closed their earthly eyes; so this, 
 even, will be changed. Do you remember how I 
 dwelt on mutability . . . that nothing is fixed? 
 And one of the future great changes in the world- 
 mind will be hope realized in this respect. . . . Em- 
 phasize! . . . Sorrow will disappear in a mist of 
 light. The beloved will be seen. The knowledge 
 and surety of the immortality of the soul, its fu- 
 ture happiness under the greater influence of love, 
 its development, and the precious knowledge that 
 each will have his separate identity, will come. I 
 know how you crave this idea, Dick. The spirit- 
 world is impressing this on mortals by what com- 
 munication they can. . . . The darkness will dis- 
 appear and the rosy dawn will reach to the morn- 
 ing-star. 
 
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 II 
 
 I am writing and am with you again this morn- 
 ing. You want to know my experience of the 
 "passing over." The last hours were painless and 
 I was as if dreaming. I knew in your optimism 
 you did not realize the parting hour had come, and 
 I was happy in this thought. I always wanted 
 to spare you anguish in this mortal-life. Do you 
 remember? . . . Then all was quiet, and a calm, 
 like the twilight creeping down the snow-peaks of 
 the Alps that we so often have seen together came 
 to me. Influences about me ! I could feel, but not 
 see. Gentle they were and tender, with that per- 
 sonal love one so rarely is blessed with on the earth- 
 world. Oh, the happiness of it! All doubt gone; 
 just a calm new faith, a complete surrender! It 
 came at first almost with the subtlety of a perfume, 
 ever lifting me upward. I felt sympathy and un- 
 derstanding. They were Influences that knew me 
 . . . and here was the happiness; . . . still, as if in 
 a dream • . . I saw nothing, only felt. You 
 know, Dick, in the earth-life, only you entered my 
 inner portal. Can you understand now? • . . It 
 was as if surrounded by many of the type of 
 my Beloved. Still not seeing, but knowing they 
 were present. . . . And so we are wafted through 
 
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 the gates of this other life by kindred spirits, never 
 lower in love or aspiration, but always equal to, or 
 a little higher. . . . And it is this principle that 
 does not disturb. The earth-soul is received by his 
 own, and happiness is immediate. . . . Tell this! 
 ... If aspiration meet aspiration, and love meet 
 love, why fear or doubt the awakening? The in- 
 fluence is so beautiful and immediate. Notice what 
 I tell you ; it may be a great hope for those who have 
 stumbled through life . . . the influences that meet 
 you include those higher, too, than your own as- 
 piration . . . so Love awaits them. 
 
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 III 
 
 This is a little talk between. It is so sweet to 
 do this with you. You know our bond, Dick! . . . 
 Do you remember how Elizabeth Barrett Brown- 
 ing was so interested in manifestations, but the 
 "master" would not be converted? 
 
 I continue now. ... I spoke of the beneficent 
 calm that surrounded me, and so I remained for I 
 do not know how long, because time is not no- 
 ticed ; but always was filled with that peculiar feel- 
 ing of blessedness, the Nirvana, the obliteration of 
 all doubts, the glorious effulgence of undreamed 
 hopes realized, . . . and still I saw nothing in the 
 vision. I can only explain the feeling again as the 
 full realization of love and the personal tenderness 
 of Influences for me, Dick. It was the personal 
 side that seemed to cling to me, a stranger . . . 
 and what a welcome! ... So that is what the 
 spirit from the earth-plane will first experience. 
 Some have had the perfect understanding of 
 friends. For me there was only one such, found 
 where not always found, by my side in my sheltered 
 home, encircling me with adoration and protection. 
 Imagine many such close communions, all in one, 
 felt, but not seen. You seemed far away, Dick. 
 ... I could sense your condition, and now and 
 
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 then a little shadow ran through my happiness. It 
 was your grief. But here again tell the world not 
 to grieve — saint and sinner — all not to grieve, but 
 only to hold up their little lanterns and look into the 
 future as I have told you, and there they will see 
 those who were dear to them, and if love really 
 bound them with a golden fibre, they will see them- 
 selves, each beside his Beloved, 
 
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 IV 
 
 It is so difficult as I unfold this, for sometimes 
 there are many things at once that I wish to tell 
 you. You can sense this quickly, but cannot write 
 it down. The sorrow of family is often from 
 missed association. The family is not always the 
 surrounding influence that awaits us. In my own 
 case they were of unusual types, some from the 
 strange East, with which I was not in life familiar, 
 but to which I put out little filaments of feeling, 
 which attracted colors and subtle perfumes to me. 
 . . . You understand, for I am still speaking of 
 the first realizing of "passing over," how I was 
 thrilled by this. It was not then a placid happi- 
 ness, but a peculiar satisfaction that I should be 
 placed almost immediately with emotional percep- 
 tions of what in me had only been dream-life. So 
 I will say again, that the first influences we will ex- 
 perience will not always be those our earth-friends 
 and relatives may expect. They do not always 
 know. The aspiration of the soul of earth will meet 
 in the Beyond the souls of its aspiration. What 
 we are, we claim, not what we seem. . . . You re- 
 member Joyce Kilmer when you two were to- 
 gether, how, as he sat in my study reviewing 
 the journal I left (I did not expect that, Dick), 
 
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 he said he would have made me known to his col- 
 leagues. That is what I mean, and that is what I 
 felt in those first moments with the old dross of 
 body obliterated. I only felt they were with me 
 — friends — so strong and beautiful and yet imper- 
 sonal. Sometimes I felt one influence stronger 
 than another as if one individuality was trying to 
 impress and get closer to me • . . and that was 
 my first idea of identity here through perception, 
 and it was always the subtle essences that I had 
 lived in dreams, that seemed the stronger. It was 
 all so new and marvelous (yes, that is the word!). 
 ... I could sense color-clouds, vast and moving . . . 
 space . . . immensity of distance . . . strange riv- 
 ers and trees I had never seen, flowers everywhere 
 of unusual luxuriance . . . and the perfume was 
 subtle and seemed to come in waves, overwhelm- 
 ing sometimes. Still, only impressions as in a 
 dream, but so vivid for a while and then disap- 
 pearing, which would leave me in happiness, satis- 
 fying and equable. . . . (No, you must stop 
 now!). 
 
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 V 
 
 You ask about "The Beyond." . . . Well, dear- 
 est, it is a place of many activities where each one 
 is shining as it were by the light he created and 
 which is always growing. Love greets love here, 
 and talent is happy with kindred talent. . . . 
 There are helping influences about us, spirits still 
 higher and more radiant that lead us onward. 
 There is love here, such as in mortal-life one only 
 caught a gleam. It is continuous and omnipres- 
 ent. Can you imagine the happiness radiating 
 from this? Self is recognized only so far as pro- 
 gression is concerned, and love flows from each 
 like a perpetual river that carries through discour- 
 agement, and these are as rare here as they are fre- 
 quent in the other life . . . the love-element abides 
 and overwhelms. This is what mortals express 
 when they say, but do not understand, "Heavenly 
 Bliss." . . . Dear one, we are radiantly happy, 
 and this Life awaits all Mortals. In your talk with 
 the clergyman you emphasized "God is Love." . . . 
 He said also, that God is Justice, which includes 
 punishment. In that he was right and wrong. 
 The punishment exists in the remembrance of great 
 sins, but God's love is love, and through us who 
 have "passed over" this permeates into those souls 
 
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 who have been unclean or wicked, and they are 
 made white. . . . This is God's mercy and ex- 
 pressed in the phrase you love "Divine Compas- 
 sion." 
 
 There is Identity here! You will know me. 
 And give the message: There is no Death, but- 
 there is Life, a new Life, which mortals will under- 
 stand when they know love. The veil is thin (use 
 gossamer; it is beautiful!). Love will rend even 
 this. . • . Give this message! 
 
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 VI 
 
 JANUARY 19TH. 
 
 The light came, the spiritual eye by which I could 
 visualize . . . my spiritual hearing awoke, and 
 what combinations of undreamed harmonies came 
 to me in a peculiar wave-like continuity, and the 
 odors were like those in the freshness of the awak- 
 ened spring from wild-flowers . . . every sense 
 quickened to a degree not to be expressed in the 
 words of mortal life. 
 
 I saw! . . . Can you think of one blind on the 
 earth suddenly given sight to the beauty-sugges- 
 tiveness of an early evening in a far southern trop- 
 ical land . . . fading colors from a recent richer 
 opulence ... a mystical light hovering over vast 
 spaces . . . can you imagine the awe and wonder 
 to such a one to have the mortal eye opened for the 
 first time in such beauty, and the realization of the 
 tenderness of such love that would so lavishly feed 
 the hungry soul with the spiritual significance of 
 beauty and space . . . can you imagine the awe 
 and wonder to such a one? . . . Then imagine, in 
 mortal language, a million-fold! . . . So this vision 
 came to me, Dick. You know me, who have 
 thirsted for the subtleness of word-music, and who 
 felt perfumes in sound. Can you not see me pros- 
 
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 trate before . . . yes, God, is the word, dearest? 
 Now do you understand something? Weighted, 
 weighted we are on earth by the senses, by a domi- 
 nant sex, by perversion, by trouble, toil and care. 
 Sometimes we catch the gleam. Do you remember 
 how we used to say: "Follow the Gleam," and how 
 humbled and grateful we were when we perceived 
 it, yes, . . . maybe through the shadows? Even 
 sometimes when the shadows only were apparent, 
 we knew it was not far away. Tell mortals to 
 worship the "Gleam" and nurture it in their hearts, 
 for it is of God, and bursts into a richness (no word 
 . . . no word!) that appals us (no, no!), over- 
 whelms, . . . prostrates, . . . transfigures, . . . when 
 it unfolds to us for the first time here. The mortal 
 earth-race is tending upward. Little by little the 
 dross will drop away. Help each other and look 
 for the spiritual symbols. They quicken. But 
 the long earth-career must continue. The individ- 
 ual is soon given relief ... a few duties, well 
 done. Tell them to love and be kind, Dick. And 
 now they know, as I am telling you, they should 
 not fear ; only each one must work on his little earth- 
 plot, and raise flowers, and dig the earth, and pull 
 weeds . . . and pull weeds from his neighbor's 
 plot. . . . Tell them often to reach over, Dick, for 
 while they do this, they will see flowers that were 
 not there before ... A flower . . . yes, you are 
 right . . . it is like the baby! 
 
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 VII 
 
 Yes, ... I am here. . . . Write! ... It was 
 not only beauty, a word so inadequate for the spir- 
 itual awakening that permeated the entire con- 
 sciousness ; but it was bound with a love which came 
 to my realization as its essence, and also the per- 
 sonal influence was so tender and exquisite as if 
 love wished me to blossom with its fragrance to 
 higher strata (yes, that is right!) of perfection. 
 So a gratitude welled to a greater happiness . • . 
 and so I have seen God here, as we perceive Him 
 on the earth-plane through vistas of shadow in a 
 dimmer way. But here the glorification is su- 
 preme. And yet, I am told, later . . . later . • . 
 new visions, indescribable now, will open to all of 
 us who are here. And who is here . . . and what 
 are we? . . . Dick, I hear you asking the question 
 many times. 
 
 We are Radiance with Identity ... a Spiritual 
 Essence! We are many . . . there is no earth- 
 word for the number. We have the soul-qualities 
 of the earth clarified by this nearer and overwhelm- 
 ing God-Life. Our senses of sight, hearing, and 
 the sense of fragrance is exquisite for enjoyment. 
 The instruments of the higher medium are ade- 
 quate for the enjoyment and acceptance of the new 
 
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 spiritual environment. On the earth-plane we 
 groped toward love and beauty. Here it is as over- 
 whelming as inspiration . . . the marvel and ec- 
 stasy of it all! We have our mental perceptions, 
 our senses are more acute, our logical and ana- 
 lytical tendencies are brilliant in processes (yes, 
 that is right!) ; . . . but it is love, beauty, sympa- 
 thy that seem to hover over these sterner faculties 
 as we thought of them on the earth-plane. We can 
 reason out if we wish to, but through intuitive 
 processes all is easier and these seem to be the uni- 
 versal medium. . . . Intuition! . . . You remem- 
 ber, Dick, how I dwelt on this and how often 
 I told you I listened for the "voices." . . . Let the 
 world listen for the inward voices. . . . Jeanne 
 D'Arc was right. . . . Calmness, quiet, silence! 
 Then open the heart and ask! They are fluttering 
 so near and waiting; they are communicating from 
 the Realm of Light. . . • 
 
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 VIII 
 
 The medium of communication is finer than 
 the magnetic ray ... a communication through 
 ether-space. ... A medium which is far finer than 
 electricity, as heaven is of earth. This is our com- 
 munication here. Conditions, atmospheres, per- 
 sonalities, are immediately sensed. . . . Telepathy 
 is for earthly use, a medium for the earth-man's 
 later use. Sometimes I had this development when 
 I was with you in the body, but the spirit-language 
 in the spirit-sphere where I am is this subtler 
 essence, so that entire conditions may be sensed at 
 once and not one little portion. Do you understand 
 me, Dick? I am trying to write to you in this 
 earth-language that I used. It is strange to me al- 
 ready and seems so like something in little blocks 
 that you piece together. The intuitions of the 
 genius and the artist come through this finer ma- 
 terial of communication of the spiritual world. 
 The flash sometimes comes in ordinary communica- 
 tion to a mortal, but to the genius it is always the 
 suggestion of a unique fitness and appreciation of 
 the principle of beauty, which he gives to the world, 
 or himself as the medium, through which our com- 
 munication passes. We always hope to bring those 
 of earth nearer to us and to arouse goodness and 
 
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 kindness and brotherly love. So, Dick, you see 
 this is a beautiful part of existence here, a helpful- 
 ness to those who are bound to the earth by earth's 
 cares and temptations. Serenity encourages its ef- 
 ficacy. Even if those steeped in wrong-doing 
 would relax and encourage a passive condition, they 
 would find Angels near to them. So tell the world 
 to be more quiet. The God-Head enters through 
 the Portals of Silence. Dick, my Beloved (yes, 
 write it!), stop now. . • . I will come again. 
 
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 IX 
 
 I am here, and will write. . . . Nothing is lost 
 that we have on the earth-plane except the body 
 and what pertains to it. And the other faculties, 
 how they spring up to a joyous new birth here! 
 Oh, the glorification in this new garden of flowers 
 watched and nurtured by the greater beauty and 
 love ! Now I realize that I was sleeping below, and 
 that the occasional dream was the fleeting glimpse 
 of this larger awakening. Do you realize how the 
 earth-language has become like some clumsy vehi- 
 cle, inadequate to express all that I experience? 
 So at times, surrounded by this peculiar ecstasy 
 of place, I imperfectly use the word-medium. 
 
 We do not communicate through language, as I 
 have told you, but by a magnetic emanation (yes, 
 that is right ! ) which has only its weaker earth coun- 
 ter-part in electrical vibration. Through this 
 finer expression we communicate, not by phrases 
 or sentences, but by an entire . . . soul-wish. 
 Dick, don't you remember how impatient you al- 
 ways were with the person of slow sentence, and 
 would always help him out and tell him what he was 
 going to say? You made often an abrupt impres- 
 sion of interference. You felt his entire thought 
 by intuition. . . . But that is what I mean. What- 
 
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 ever is communicated leaves us in the Larger Life 
 in its entire significance and is immediately under- 
 stood, I do not mean by every spirit of life, but 
 by those who are about us, and these are the under- 
 standing ones and our happy companions . . . and 
 happy because of understanding. 
 
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 X 
 
 So there are innumerable such communities. 
 
 These are the "Many Mansions" . . . not self- 
 ish Mansions, for all who seek us are welcomed; 
 only some may be happier elsewhere. Dick, we 
 await you! . . . Not every husband is here in the 
 Mansion of the earthly wife. You can understand 
 why. In the communities of this place of Heaven, 
 love, kindred affection, interests, intellectual and 
 from the heart, all bind us together. 
 
 This is the Marriage of Heaven. . . . Sure, sure, 
 each one will find his own dwelling-place, and if he 
 realizes well, he will build well in the earth-life. 
 The types with me are sensitive. You are in vi- 
 bration with them. We have all felt on the earth's 
 plane the dim realization of this radiance . . . 
 gold! . . . gold! . . . effulgence, that is here. As- 
 piration makes the golden essence. Many of those 
 with me have lived my own sheltered life; others 
 have seen the struggle and flame. They are from 
 different lands and different worlds, but have all 
 aspired, doing with the hand in one world, while 
 the vision longed for the spiritual and the ideal of 
 another . . . (yes, that is right!). 
 
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 XI 
 
 Dick, I did not write so explicitly on the earth- 
 plane. It may be thought tiresome now, but there 
 is so much I must write, for I too am told to write, 
 as you are the earth-medium. Yes, that is what 
 we are told! . . . Those who are with me? . . . 
 Aspiration ! . . . I told you ! . . . but towards the 
 ideal (not material ends !) , through love and beauty 
 and the arts . . . those types of the higher imag- 
 ination that were already touched on earth by the 
 heavenly, and gave their messages to the earth- 
 world for its uplift (love and beauty!). Some of 
 these in the earth-life wavered from the little rules 
 that man imposes on mortals for his own conven- 
 ience, and that association may be more smooth. 
 The high stimulus of imagination is often a fiery, 
 untamed and unwilling steed on the earth, and the 
 filaments that we send of fineness and genius often 
 awaken a counter-irritant of earth-desire ... in 
 the sex especially. . . . Destructive, destructive! 
 Little erosive spots! They eat deeper often. 
 Sometimes, Dick, yes, you are right, a gentle stim- 
 ulation . . . but a creeping sickness! , . . but if 
 not too virulent (yes, that is right!), they will find 
 the Home-Beautiful for the future, though . . . 
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 . . . and then their House is not beautiful, and 
 the suffering at first is pitiful and overwhelming; 
 for with the remnants of imagination left, the mem- 
 ories of the flowers that might have bloomed re- 
 main. Imagination never dies. Such souls return 
 to us and they become healed and revivified, but 
 must first suffer. This is punishment, . . . but 
 Divine Compassion (these are the hovering An- 
 gels!) lifts in all tenderness. You will never un- 
 derstand this tenderness on the mortal plane, Dick. 
 Its impression is so marvelous and constant here. 
 I cannot write of it. A great wave of personal 
 clinging to you and enveloping you. It makes the 
 joy here. • . . Joy, joy! . . . (How incomplete 
 these earth- words ! ) ... So now you may under- 
 stand that suffering is here too, a mansion of souls 
 with little gleams of gold yet in their hearts which 
 arise often to taunt them and tell them their op- 
 portunities (no!) . . . their dreams had once been 
 golden. But the little grains sink back into murki- 
 ness . . . drop . . . drop . . . gloom! . . . remorse! 
 . . . We are all helping these. And so you see, 
 how another great iridescence of love is our work 
 here to send to those who have "passed over." It 
 is to give them hope, and reconstruct, and take them 
 when they are ready with a great joy to our own 
 Mansions. And also to those who have not stum- 
 bled so in life, but have not caught many visions, 
 who have been good and done their duty and 
 worked their little plots of ground, but have not 
 
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 been interesting as we thought, Dick, because they 
 had no imagination as we thought we had. . . . For 
 all these we help. And those who have been worldly 
 and frivolous! They must begin quite low down 
 and we nurture them. And those who have ac- 
 cumulated riches, maybe through oppression, or 
 through talent without much oppression (the first 
 are farther back) ! And those who thought them- 
 selves the brilliant world-leaders, there are kings 
 among them . . . they have taken off their crowns 
 now ... all far back, Dick! . . . We feed them 
 with little bits of imagination as you feed a little 
 child. After all, many of these through heredity 
 are what they are, environment, too, false standards 
 and false aspirations and weak wills. So they are 
 not unhappy, because they do not know any bet- 
 ter when they reach here. But their stimulation is 
 immediate, and so they grow constantly more 
 happy, because they realize that spirit and imag- 
 ination are being born to them, and materiality has 
 gone forever. Heavenly bliss begins when the por- 
 tals are passed. Its degree is proportionate to the 
 earth's preparation and to the beauty and love- 
 sense. 
 
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 XII 
 
 I am here, Dick! . . . The intellectual types like 
 the scientist type and those that deal in facts and 
 mental deductions, that depend on working proc- 
 esses of reason, are like children, too, here. They 
 have had a blind faith, not with wide-open eyes of 
 acceptance, have kept the laws, have been good citi- 
 zens with exalted earth-position. And yet, the 
 intuitive processes have been rather repudiated by 
 them. Everything to be proven or not accepted! 
 They are often the drag-weights of the world. . . . 
 Precedent! . . . the old rut, well-worn, the new 
 paths with delicate verdure unseen, the beautiful 
 ways through which one may peer and see new vis- 
 tas of unknown lands. The mathematical truth 
 of existence before venturing! Wriggling figures! 
 Such are here, Dick, but the soil is so barren and 
 difficult that the little grafting of imagination often 
 wilts from discouragement and must be replanted 
 again and again. . . . Leaning on an old staff with 
 fictitious strength! A judge as deacon is a poor 
 prop for Heaven. Tell them so ! Those who were 
 exalted on earth, and even beautifully respected, if 
 they have not the little tendrils about the heart that 
 synchronically move with the exquisite in beauty or 
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 a while. The heavenly happiness will not corre- 
 spond to their earthly hopes and exaltation. . . . 
 The Imagination ! . . . a little hidden place where 
 beauty nests, a place of many mirrors. ... A lit- 
 tle flower is pressed to her heart. She looks, and 
 lo! it is a rose-garden. . . . When the world lives 
 in a rose-garden, when there is only one flower 
 planted, Heaven will be near. 
 
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 XIII 
 
 JANUARY 23RD. 
 
 Yes, I am with you. ... It is through the es- 
 sence of communication that you will know me 
 when you "pass over," an essence that will perme- 
 ate you before you see me, and you will know that 
 it is I. So we communicate here. You will know 
 me before you see, as if you had seen me. It will 
 give you the same joy, the same surety that it is 
 I. . . . That will be your happiness, will it not be, 
 Dick? So with every mortal who passes into the 
 Beyond, which is now for us the Beloved Abiding- 
 Place. So tell them to await this change with an- 
 ticipation and joy. If they could only realize this, 
 and I am hoping with you, as the sensitive medium, 
 and known as you are for certain traits, that the 
 Message will spread and broaden over the entire 
 earth-world, and mortals will believe and be re- 
 lieved of one of the greatest, if not the greatest of 
 shadows that hovers over them from the earliest 
 awakening to the final dissolution. 
 
 "We live, my Beloved!" . . . You cannot em- 
 phasize this too strongly, and the realization of 
 this truth should lighten the world the moment 
 it is given to the world by you. Do not de- 
 lay after I have given you this series of Letters. 
 
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 There will be a last one; when, I cannot tell you 
 now but you will know. Then act. Your own 
 judgment, with the added opinion of those who 
 have had more experience, will suggest the form 
 of publication. 
 
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 XIV 
 
 "Serenity," the word, I mean, I have been giving 
 to you for some hours as you have been walking. 
 Yes, I want to speak to you of this all-pervading 
 peace and calm that inundates (no word!), that 
 places like a Fatherly outspread Hand of blessing. 
 That is the feeling . . . through and through! It 
 all seems to be built on this great peace . . . eter- 
 nal peace. But, Dick, here the world is wrong 
 ... it does not mean inactivity ! We are in activ- 
 ity and progress all of the time. . . . Emphasize! 
 We are in peace but not "eternal rest," meaning in- 
 activity. 
 
 Eternal peace is not eternal rest . . . for the 
 peace is the brooding peace of goodness and benefi- 
 cence, which includes all of our progress and the 
 help we give to our fellow spirits, and the help and 
 watchfulness we give to mortals. I hear you say- 
 ing: "Nothing matters on this mortal earth 
 but what you are writing to me!" It is true, and 
 is your revelation through me, and I am the me- 
 dium of Love and God. . . . Oh, my own Beloved, 
 to be of service to the world and my beloved mor- 
 tal brothers . . . and that my own husband was 
 chosen to help me! Dick, since I have left you 
 nearly three years ago you have been tested and 
 
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 have stood the ordeal, and for this reason have been 
 chosen the medium of this revelation. Why have 
 I been chosen? ... It has been told me, but I 
 need not write this. . . . Maybe, ... it must be, 
 because I was prepared for this. . . . You are 
 writing this evening a Message of vast importance. 
 It is going through your fingers as fast as mortal 
 fingers can write and is inspirational. ... I leave 
 you now for this evening. I will come again. You 
 are my beloved husband. 
 
 What you wrote in your studio the early part of 
 the afternoon was my writing. It is not altogether 
 facile but do not change it. At times, according to 
 conditions, we, like mortals, do better than at other 
 times. . . . You mean what I said about the sci- 
 entific mind as dry and poor soil for Heaven? . . . 
 Yes, that is true, they are like wooden puppets ! 
 
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 XV 
 
 JANUAEY 24TH. 
 
 Yes, I am with you still. If it is not too late I 
 will write. After all, I feel and know you deem 
 this more important than a few hours' loss of 
 sleep. . . . 
 
 There is the later identity through vision. I 
 have explained that in one of my former Letters. 
 . . . After the first consciousness of unseen influ- 
 ences, there comes the time of spiritual sight, 
 through spiritual vision . . . and then you will 
 know me as you see me through vision, besides that 
 great permeation of soul-essence by which we com- 
 municate. You will find the visual identity 
 through radiance, and form, and facial physiog- 
 nomy. . . . You will know me, Dick! As all the 
 earth influence has fallen away, so the faces of the 
 spirits of our world have been purified. The light 
 from the eye has the radiant soul-quality (that is 
 right!). Any grossness of face has changed to 
 sharper and clearer outline, the lines of the cameo. 
 . . . I cannot better describe it. The spiritual 
 body I can only describe as radiance; the form, as 
 grace ; the face, as light, through which shines love. 
 
 Tell the world that Identity exists and that love 
 will meet love. ... I have told you! 
 
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 You must not write now. . . . Wait! ... I 
 will come later. The conditions are unreposeful. 
 No, not now! Do not even make the copy now! 
 Only when you are alone and in repose, for either 
 task. The one is inspiration, the other is its 
 shadow. 
 
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 XVI 
 
 JANUARY 24TH, LATER. 
 
 Yes, the time is right now. The glare from the 
 light is too much. ... In the light, but not ex- 
 cessive! Quiet! I will write. . . . Impassive! 
 . . . The baby-world has been in your mind and I 
 placed it there. . . . Yes, they are here, little bits 
 of radiance (I see you smiling!) with the baby 
 features. I know you love them, Dick, and they 
 are treasures here, as on the earth-plane. They 
 have "passed over" before touched by earth-con- 
 tamination or temptations (yes, that is right!). 
 Certain embryo qualities and heredities go with 
 them ; but the little spots of imperfection are more 
 easily irradicated than if they had lived out the span 
 of mortal-life. 
 
 Each mansion has this precious childhood, for the 
 tendencies they have will give them their Mansion. 
 ... So these are our sensitive children that had 
 in them the little clinging petals, not yet unfolded, 
 of aspiration for beauty and fineness. Can you not 
 imagine, Dick, that we will lavish our dearest love 
 on these? The earth-parents of these will come 
 later, the full flower reaching to the little blossom 
 that has dropped from the branch. . . . So we are 
 of a kind here, a soul kind, from babyhood to . . . 
 
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 no, . . . not old age, for those of years are revivi- 
 fied here. The body and the infirmities have fallen 
 away. The old become young again, the eyes 
 glorified and the features become chastened. So 
 when the old pass over they will see youth again. 
 Tell them so! The world has dismissed hope from 
 most of their hearts. It is the youth- feeling of love 
 and happiness that gives the spiritual body its grace 
 again, and the spiritual face its light-gleam. Baby- 
 hood later reaches our stature. So the mother of 
 earth may expect to see her earth-baby nurtured 
 under the heavenly influence. The mother will al- 
 ways know the child. Tell the mother that! . . . 
 and the child will seek the mother, if its soul vi- 
 brates with the mother-soul. 
 
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 XVII 
 
 So, Dick, you see I have my baby now. You 
 remember how I hungered for them on the earth- 
 plane? Do you see, they are all our children in 
 this Mansion and each one here lavishes the per- 
 sonal love and caress of tenderness because they are 
 part of our fineness ... or if they were not, their 
 home would be elsewhere and they would be nur- 
 tured towards perfection by their own kind. So 
 tell the women who have been childless and whose 
 hearts have hungered as my own did in mortal life, 
 that they will feel the beauty of possession and 
 motherhood, oh, so exquisitely here. Yes, I must 
 reiterate, because I want to give a great unfolding 
 joy to those of which I was a saddened one on mor- 
 tal earth. They will find motherhood, and the child 
 will be of their spirit. But the sense of possession 
 in this Realm is subordinate to the larger responsi- 
 bilities (Yes, that is the word!). The babies are 
 here, and in this atmosphere of love and ecstatic 
 (no, not the word!) , rapturous (always the calm is 
 about it!) happiness, the baby just opens its great 
 eyes and grows. Tell all the mothers who have 
 grieved for the little ones to be happy. For each 
 little blossom (yes!) will know its adored mother- 
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 streets, Dick. You love the wonder in their eyes 
 and the babies' smile. It would not be Heaven 
 without these, would it, Dick? . . . They will greet 
 you! 
 
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 XVIII 
 
 Yes, I am happy with you. . . • Write this eve- 
 ning! . . . The spiritual emanation that we send 
 to earth-mortals we can scatter like the winnowing 
 grain, and we do ! . . . for good, for happiness, for 
 purer thoughts (the habit clouds the God-life!), 
 for radiant ideal and profound beauty (not the 
 surface-glitter ! ) . Beneath each bit of beauty is the 
 Angel-face. Look for these through the little 
 cares and disturbing elements of life many times. 
 So often, so often let them rise to the surface, day- 
 dreams through the clouds and mists . . . silence 
 . . . rest . . . shadow! . . . (not in bright light!) 
 . . . The elements flood, no, . • . permeate (only 
 earth-words!) for construction and healing and 
 love. So as I have told you, Dick, tell the world 
 to be receptive and quiet. These are the presences 
 you feel (not actual), . . . the emanations sent by 
 us (Yes, that is right!). About you, Dick, there 
 is constantly such an aura I send and we send to 
 reach the fertile ground. And not a human heart 
 but has its little soil all dug and watered and wait- 
 ing (this through the Divine Compassion), an 
 often so small Divine spot where love may still 
 lodge and blossom. The derelict, sometimes very 
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 buoyancy that it may float on the waters of life, 
 deeply submerged perhaps, but still will feel the 
 opalescence and eternal calm of the first moments 
 of dawn, and see the colors of hope in the sunset. 
 
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 XIX 
 
 I send out to those I have known and to those I 
 love, and they know me. Now do you understand 
 what I mean when I say that such an emanation is 
 the first influence that the newly arrived earth- 
 souls experience when they first pass the threshold 
 of the spirit -world? You will first recognize me 
 from such a contact. It will be a personal love and 
 tenderness not to be mistaken. Emphasize and 
 tell each mortal to believe and to know as I tell 
 them all. Often this element is received before the 
 soul has left the dying and fading body. It was 
 so given to me, Dick. Do you remember my last 
 pressure? I have told you before in this writing. 
 I felt the presences, and knew that all would be 
 beautiful. And in my mortal life I so often spoke 
 to you of the Guardian Angels that were about me. 
 Do you remember, too, how I so frequently spoke 
 of the banishment of fear from the world, that no 
 harm could come to one except through one's self, 
 and how I dwelt on the neglected faculty of will, 
 to do and to conquer? So Heaven is sent earth- 
 ward to the soul about to be released from bondage. 
 There is no groping to Heaven, Dick, a blessed 
 thought to mortals! Happy itself, often, so very 
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 (that is one beautiful earth-word!) on the features 
 that remain, is the soul's last seal of affection and 
 farewell for the body that has been its home. 
 Maybe a little broken and weak in places, but it has 
 been our abode for the mortal life, and we touch it 
 tenderly with our spirit-fingers as we leave. . . • 
 [Yes, that is what I want to say! 
 
 Tell the world, however, this and emphasize: 
 This emanation of beneficence does not originate 
 with the spirit-influences. They are the Messen- 
 gers of the Higher Love. Spiritual gifts received 
 are sent outward like rays of light. As we give, 
 we are replenished. Be thankful! Pray! 
 
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 XX 
 
 JANUARY 26TH. 
 
 [Yes, I am with you already. I have been wait- 
 ing for this hour. You ask me how do we keep 
 growing, we who are in this Mansion of Aspira- 
 tion? . . . We had on earth, as you know, our tal- 
 ents, maybe gifts, maybe even through the Heav- 
 enly forces the deeper insight that the world calls 
 genius. And the humble often have the golden 
 heart (yes, that is right . . . the best I can do with 
 earth-words . • , stupid little cubicles!). 
 
 No, inheritance has little to do with genius, for 
 there is such a vast difference between the talent of 
 mediocrity and the burning fires and Heaven's 
 penetration of the genius. Genius is our child, 
 favored, maybe, because of some little fertile spot 
 in the heart of a fragile earth-baby (yes, that is 
 right!), unseen and unknown by the world, where 
 we lay this gift. And then we nurture it through 
 the emanations by which we surround. The sex 
 does not matter, for genius springs from the 
 woman-type, though often through the man-body. 
 Such a child is born with the aura, and we know it 
 will return to us as our own child in our own Man- 
 sion. 
 
 But how we keep growing? I hear you ask 
 
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 again. Does the poet write, or the musician play 
 or compose, or the painter use his rainbow of col- 
 ors? .. . Wait! . . . There are spirit-processes 
 for all of this, strange to the mortals of earth. The 
 conception and development of a work of art on 
 the mortal-plane is laborious. You know how the 
 earth-genius often labors for years on a great mas- 
 ter-work to which later perfection gives the impres- 
 sion of spontaneity. With mortals the vision is not 
 continuous. It must come in little patches, each so 
 dazzling and brilliant that it enervates by its 
 strength. So there must be long periods of rest, 
 of recuperation in the genius so the spirit may again 
 be freshened and receptive. The white heat of in- 
 spiration for too long enervates. Then often later 
 come loneliness and discouragement and non-rec- 
 ognition. A new star in the Heavens ! Busy little 
 men below seeking material profits instead of star- 
 glimmer (yes, I like that!) .... And the suffer- 
 ing of the genius, . . . clouds between him and the 
 Heavenly forces that he knows are guiding and 
 leading him for a purpose! And often the body 
 dies before the pure gold is seen. . . • But his soul 
 of beauty belongs to us. 
 
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 XXI 
 
 I will answer as you ask ! . . . We follow our be- 
 loved arts here, each, the one or the different ones 
 he treasured on the earth-plane. We use our imag- 
 ination, our sense of fitness, taste (weak words, even 
 on the earth-plane!), the intellectual factors that 
 may give a balance, judgment. Each artist func- 
 tions his art. It is created in his imagination as 
 on the earth-plane with all the necessary qualities 
 of his spirit-mind and spirit-soul. Only impress 
 this: Under inspirational conditions, glorified (no 
 word!), it is then sent out as emanation and be- 
 comes part of the Heavenly essence and beauty. 
 It loses its own identity but helps to create this vast 
 Realm (no words !) of untold and indescribable har- 
 mony and color and radiance. There are no words. 
 You remember how I struggled for words in life? 
 . . . Dead, inadequate symbols they are indeed for 
 the visions that are before me now as I guide you 
 through this writing. And so by these emana- 
 tions of our art we are helping mortals to prepare, 
 we are aiding those who are already here to under- 
 stand beauty, and we are helping to keep Heaven 
 itself beautiful. So each spirit will function his 
 own, and what is needed in each one will grow, and 
 happiness will come to him because he is growing. 
 
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 Each feels a personal share in the many- worlds- 
 progress, and in helping to make glorious this Be- 
 loved Home of Many Mansions. For, Dick, it is 
 not only we who live in this House of Aspiration 
 that may be doing our part . . . but each com- 
 munity . . . no, each aggregate of affinities (that 
 is cumbersome!) sends out. . . . How many? It 
 is beyond numbers and we are beyond numbers 
 . . . (only wait, it is difficult!) . . . only influences 
 count. We need each other. Some things the artist 
 needs besides art-fineness. Other soul-traits come 
 to us. We are all giving, Dick, and receiving, too. 
 Is there any more beautiful thought than the Di- 
 vine replenishment to fill the individual need? It 
 is so personal and all enveloping. Yes, I cannot 
 describe it! 
 
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 XXII 
 
 There will come the regeneration of the world 
 through the arts. Tell mortals this! In my own 
 beloved land of earth I see an awakening. I hear 
 the bells ringing. They are clearer than church 
 bells. . . . Sometimes I hear the latter. The tones 
 are dull. Let the churches help more. Drop the 
 little fences around them. Tell the clergy to come 
 out into the open. Keep the veil of holiness about 
 God . . . threadbare now! An empty church is 
 often a shrine, a crowded church a desecration. . . . 
 Pray for the church! . . . Pray twice for the 
 clergy. (Yes, that is right!) ! Tell them not to 
 play with the Holy Ghost . . . the people will 
 rise! . . . There are holy men of God in the 
 church. 
 
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 XXIII 
 
 JANUARY 26TH, LATER. 
 
 I am here, always waiting. . . . There is so much 
 to be said. ... In the spirit-land there are not only 
 our world's precious souls that have toiled through 
 duty and care of earth-life, but others. Myriads 
 of worlds they come from. What man with 
 his . . . (wait!) . . . little magnifying glass of 
 vision has discovered, and from (no number!) un- 
 told systems of undreamed creations (yes, that is 
 right!). On many of these, God's soul-creatures 
 live that correspond on the earth-plane to man, and 
 these come to us, too, when they pass out of mortal 
 life. To some, the span of years is less than ours, 
 to others, many, many times longer ... an inci- 
 dent! 
 
 Where there is One God, and that God is the God 
 of Love and Beauty, the development of the crea- 
 ture towards love and beauty is not dissimilar, and 
 yet, there are other planes of development besides 
 ours. . . . "How many" is an earth- dream-term to 
 me now. Numbers and time are not considered 
 here. They mean nothing. So there are higher 
 degrees of fineness and God-quality with mortals 
 of other worlds . . . they are on other planes. We 
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 (no word! ... it is surrounded by effulgence) 
 gentleness, love, to lead up higher. Can you sense 
 the glory of it, the ecstatic happiness (no expres- 
 sion! ... a dull color, "ecstatic happiness!") for 
 this world of serenity and radiance? Always 
 the Father's Hand resting so personally on the 
 brow, overwhelming in tenderness! Can you 
 sense anything, my Beloved, through these im- 
 perfect earth-words? . . . Yet, some of those 
 from other worlds are in our Mansion. Where we 
 came from does not disturb the spirit-life. The 
 butterfly forgets his chrysalis, and so the exalted 
 spirit-life of this spirit-world does not concern it- 
 self with past experiences. It does help the 
 struggling mortal, though, to higher conditions, but 
 the world-environment, as we knew it in mortal 
 life is of little interest. The spirit-influences here 
 are so constant and virile. There they are weak. 
 The world is a place of early discipline. The colors 
 are dull and grey. But love draws us to love that 
 is there, and to genius that looks skyward. We are 
 always tender with these. 
 
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 XXIV 
 
 The mortal has toiled on, not knowing, through 
 mists and enveloping shadow; the eyes are hooded 
 like the falcons of the chase. But now the light 
 and the new hope have come to the world. I give 
 it to you in revelation. Again, I see your fingers 
 fly over the paper. I will give you strength. You 
 must finish this Message. There is much yet to 
 be said. . . . Tell mortals now that I have given 
 them this Message, to make their burdens joy-bur- 
 dens, carrying them lightly, laughing happily, 
 walking swiftly and with earth-serenity toward the 
 goal which will be the Mansion for which they are 
 prepared in our Realm, where may be sensed an 
 exquisite and immediate fruition. . . . Again, . . . 
 space, space, . . . extent, . . . (there is no word) 
 . . . and eternal peace! ... I cannot explain it. 
 . . . "Those Everlasting Arms!" . . . "And He 
 carried the Lamb in His Bosom!" . . . Close, 
 close, we are pressed to my Precious God's 
 Heart, , . • 
 
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 XXV 
 
 We are not always in the separate communities 
 of which I have spoken . . . not always in our own 
 Mansion. But the similar soul-state of spirit-life 
 will reach towards the harmony of similar compan- 
 ionship. So we can reach out with our emana- 
 tions and sense other personalities. We may not 
 be in complete harmony, but unhappiness is not 
 created. And this we often do. We help each 
 other by so doing. To our Mansion of aspiration 
 and beauty-fineness an added strength comes to 
 us. . . . And so we grow in this way. 
 
 Do not think of a "Mansion" as contraction. . . . 
 It is expanse (no word!) ... a continent (little 
 groveling earth-word!). It is filled with beauty, 
 the essence of infinite beauty, emanations that re- 
 main for eternities. We replenish from these 
 (yes, that is right!), and then give out again. 
 "Ages," "eternities" (earth-words!) ! Time is not 
 a spirit-word. 
 
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 XXVI 
 
 There is verdure here and flower-life so ex- 
 quisitely profuse and fragrant . . . and hills and 
 valleys and mountains, . . . always expanse! . . . 
 The freedom of this ! . . . Great lakes and greater 
 waters . . . but no more material than we, the 
 spirit-souls. ... A spirit-essence as we, they cor- 
 respond to our spirit-life. . . . And there is ani- 
 mal-life and bird-life and bird- song, . . . crystal 
 song, ... a stimulation as the flower-fragrance. 
 . . . And insect-life, . . . many strange, the coun- 
 terpart of physical existences on worlds other than 
 earth. . . . All, all of spirit-essence. ... So 
 God's creations do not die. . . . Tell the world! 
 . . . They have their own existences, their com- 
 munications, and throw out their emanations; so 
 they communicate with us, the spirit-souls of mor- 
 tal man. . . . And we understand them as was 
 never done on the earth-plane. And write this: 
 And learn from them, . . . earth-existences that 
 man has trodden underfoot and used as man-slaves, 
 and punished, and sometimes burdened with cruelty. 
 Here they have their existence and understanding. 
 It is God's Love and Goodness to all his creation. 
 They have an inner life which has been hidden from 
 mortals on the earth-plane. We on earth recog- 
 
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 nized certain qualities which we called instincts. 
 But higher faculties exist which mortal penetration 
 has not discovered. . . . The flower-life, the inner 
 life of flowers is so exquisite as we may study it 
 . . . little microscopic traits of subtlety and fine- 
 ness and sensitiveness . . . flower-souls I . . . How 
 uncouth we were thought of them on the earth- 
 plane. ... So again, in this spirit-world there are 
 new delights of finding a harmony and understand- 
 ing between us and what we in our ignorance called 
 inferior creation. We did not know. ... A 
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 Flowers, once more! ... I stopped with them 
 and begin again to help you to sense their spirit- 
 life here. . . . Their fragrance ! The world has not 
 grasped the world-essence through fragrance, a 
 sense more dulled on earth. Here it becomes ac- 
 centuated (a dull, dull word!), glorified, so that 
 one kneels before it as a devotee at the shrine (yes, 
 that is better!) ... A rapturous delight here! 
 Not heavy like from swamp-flowers, tainted maybe 
 as growing from muddy and unclean waters, but 
 suggestive as I have told you like the wild flowers 
 of early spring-time . . . always the spring-time! 
 (Dick, do you remember how you always stood be- 
 fore the first little baby-green?) . . . always like 
 spring-time! ... So with fragrance there is the 
 exhilaration and that peculiar quality of awakening 
 that one senses in spring-blossoms and fragrance. 
 . . . Always the radiance (no word!) of a perpet- 
 ual youth and happiness and buoyancy, and what 
 the mortal called hope, that brought new energy 
 and stimulus to do even laborious things, that 
 made the eye look upward through the green 
 branches filled with singing birds to the great blue 
 of the sky, . . . God's dear Spiritual Eye looking 
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 fragrance exist here, and our spiritual eyes see, 
 great expanses of these, with colors of delicacy un- 
 known to mortals. For with an increased glory 
 of perception and assimilation comes the spiritual 
 object infinitesimally glorified to be perceived. . • . 
 So even to the mortal this principle holds; if he 
 wills it, the influx is limitless and he will see Heaven 
 while yet on earth. . . . And so the flower-world 
 speaks to us through gentle essences and its color- 
 glory. . . . Speaks to us, my Beloved, as we spir- 
 its of Light converse with each other through 
 emanations! . . . The flower-soul! ... we learn 
 from it here. . . . God has given it a high place. 
 They do not die on earth except to come here again. 
 . • . Some of certain species appear again on the 
 earth-plane with each new spring-time. . . . God 
 leaves them for the earth-man. Others seemingly 
 die, but come to us. . . . So tell mortal-man to 
 quiver the nostril and drink in the flower-spirit, 
 to open wider the man-eye and admit their tints and 
 delicate grace so they may rest in the human heart, 
 for it prepares them for the glorified flower-life 
 that is here. 
 
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 XXVIII 
 
 There is no darkness here. I sense the question. 
 . . . The quality of the light is softness (yes, that 
 is right!) and effulgence, the light of serenity and 
 happiness. The spiritual flower-life and the green 
 are always with us. It is always like the first green 
 of spring-time. There are no snows and piercing 
 winds. There is no darkness nor gloom. These 
 were earth-phenomena that hovered over care and 
 earth-troubles. . . . An all-pervading serenity! . . . 
 Our emanations are never hurried, not fluttering, 
 but like a floating bird with quiet wings. . . . The 
 serenity of Heaven is never disturbed. . . . Yes, 
 you have written all as it exists. • . . Tell mortals ! 
 
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 XXIX 
 
 Again I come to you. . . . Write ! .... I hear 
 you asking of the heroes who have fallen in battle. 
 . . . Dick, Heaven's serenity has not been dis- 
 turbed. I have told you of the "Many Mansions." 
 The soldier who has given up his earthly life glori- 
 ously has gone beautifully to his own, and there is 
 the House of Heroes in this Heavenly Realm, the 
 souls of daring, brave and venturesome men who 
 have helped to win the battles of the world, or who 
 have been overcome in trying to win them. This 
 House of Warriors is so different from our own 
 that I can scarcely sense it. We rarely ever give 
 our characteristics to them, or at least they seem to 
 need these just so very little; but they will grow to 
 our appreciation. On some soil our little seeds do 
 not thrive so well. . . . And yet, they have glori- 
 ous, noble, big traits, these heroes. It is the man- 
 power. We are more towards the sensitive type, 
 feminine, the earth-word. And yet, this element 
 of the soldier-soul is with us also, the soul of ideal- 
 ism that has grasped the sword and fallen in bat- 
 tle. Their sword had always the glint of gold 
 through it. I speak in the language of spirits, 
 though with your earth-words. 
 
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 sions, where they would have gone had they "passed 
 over" under more normal conditions. So each 
 Mansion will have its soldier-souls. But the war- 
 rior, the hero-type, the patriot-heart whose sword 
 flashed under spirit-vitality, inspired, and with the 
 virility of genius, such a one will go to the Man- 
 sion of the Heroes. 
 
 Every soldier who falls in battle was not a hero. 
 His attitude of approach would decide. 
 
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 XXX 
 
 I send a message with a great love-wave of ten- 
 derness to the heroine-mothers and wives whose 
 men have fallen recently in battle. This is the 
 message : 
 
 Do not grieve. They have died gloriously! 
 They live ! They live and are in happiness. They 
 were in peace when mortal-eye saw carnage and 
 destruction. What suffering they had they bore 
 as men, your beloved sons and husbands. Ten- 
 derly, each was taken to his own Home (yes, that 
 is right!). If you are bound in love and under- 
 standing to them, they await you. Be comforted I 
 . . . I have told you! 
 
 ANNE SIMON. 
 
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 XXXI 
 
 JANUARY 27TH. 
 
 I am here and will write now. . . . You will be 
 filled with a peculiar exaltation. I see you spread- 
 ing your open hands over your brow. I will speak 
 of the Christ. He is here in our midst as a Greater 
 Luminous Radiance than this spirit-creation of 
 which I am one. On each of the many planes He 
 exists as one Individuality, but as separate Forms 
 on different planes. . . . From Him there comes 
 the greater Light as given from the Father, and 
 we as the Angel-messengers replenish from this 
 finer Essence, but the more exalted the plane, the 
 more like to Him are the spirit-presences of that 
 plane (yes, that is right!). We see the Christ 
 with our spiritual vision and there is adoration 
 among the Angels of Heaven. He moves amongst 
 us constantly, and we are exalted. He is the 
 Father's Essence, as are we, but his degree of fine- 
 ness above our own is infinity, because He is the 
 Son, begotten of the Father, was Mortal Man, suf- 
 fered and died that we might live the future Life 
 of our existence. 
 
 These last sentences by repetition, passing 
 through heartless and thoughtless lips, have become 
 deadened and diluted, and have lost their efficacy 
 
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 on the earth-plane. To the spirit-life here, by con- 
 tact, the Personal and Divine Emanation from 
 Christ permeates again into the spirit-consciousness 
 as something new and ever vital and fresh. We 
 receive again as a young child-heart. 
 
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 XXXII 
 
 He moves amongst us, my Beloved, The Christ! 
 And His Presence in this vast expanse of Place 
 and Mansions is felt like an all-pervading inspira- 
 tion (no word!) . . . exaltation . . . stimulation 
 . . . quickening (gray, dull, dead words!). Yes, 
 we see Him, a Greater Radiance, moving amongst 
 us, and refreshment comes like the morning dews 
 to the parched grasses. For even our essences re- 
 vivified from earth's influences partake of this 
 Glorified Essence. From Him radiates the Divine 
 Emanation of Love and Goodness. We replenish 
 as we are prepared to absorb, ... a Fountain of 
 clear Water, always running over with the Mystery 
 of Love, so freely and bountifully given. And al- 
 ways as I wrote at the beginning of this Message, 
 the experience is the personal-clinging Love, re- 
 ceived as if all the fountain-essence of Love was 
 poured into your own heart. . . . Christ is with us ! 
 . . . Tell the World! ... The Son of God! . . . 
 And each as He draws into this place of spiritual 
 existence will feel the Folds even as a Glorified 
 Garment wrapped about one in Fatherly Tender- 
 ness. . . . The mother-love comes to the earth- 
 child, the earth's standard of tenderness. But 
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 abundance, as do all the stars of the firmament 
 obliterate one little earth-lantern (yes, that is 
 right!). As Christ has brought us to these first 
 planes of existence (for He appeared in many 
 worlds, in many Forms) , so He will lead us to the 
 more exalted places. The Emanation of the Holy 
 Ghost, God's Own Essence, He gives to us, the 
 spirit-life of different planes. Through this we 
 advance in our existences, we exalt each other, and 
 we send our beneficence and our healing to all crea- 
 tion-worlds to uplift the mortals. ... I have told 
 you! 
 
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 XXXIII 
 
 JANUARY 27TH, EVENING. 
 
 Yes, I am here waiting for you, the medium of 
 inspiration, my own beloved husband! . . . Here 
 there is a great peace that "passeth understanding," 
 a calm serenity, an unclouded atmosphere through 
 which our emanations of beauty and stimulation 
 pass in waves of equal dignity and serenity. ... 
 Not inertia, but a progress of infinite solemnity 
 and grandeur that is unruffled and unhurried, and 
 corresponding to the dignity of the infinitude of 
 the movement of world-systems and creations. . . . 
 I am weakly trying to impress magnitude through a 
 mortal word-language, inadequate and child-like, 
 even on its own earth-sphere. And, oh, how im- 
 possible to explain this heart-beat of creation! . . . 
 And in this House of "Many Mansions" we exist 
 in an exquisite enjoyment of undreamed beauty and 
 love, our earth-talents and spiritual propensities 
 stimulated, receptive to waves of higher goodness 
 and beauty, sensitive and recognizing our blessings 
 and progression. In that, great happiness comes 
 to us. Helping spirits of life that may need us, 
 giving our emanations to the earth-men, seeking 
 the soil for earth-genius and nurturing this, receiv- 
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 birds and flowers, grasses and trees as actual com- 
 municating spirit-creations ( sensing even peculiari- 
 ties of traits in the different flowers of a kind, just 
 as two sensitive friends might be very lovable, bat 
 yet different and distinct), watching the little radi- 
 ance-babies grow and lift their tendrils of love and 
 affection towards us. . . . All of these are Heav- 
 en's interests, my Beloved, and these are the spirit- 
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 XXXIV 
 
 May this Message bring to the earth mortals joy! 
 . . . "Watchman! What of the Night? . . . Will 
 the Night soon pass?" ... I have given you the 
 answer: . . . "And the Glory of the Lord shall be 
 revealed, and all flesh shall see it together, for the 
 Mouth of the Lord has spoken it." . . . Hear 
 these texts again freshly with the wonder-eye of 
 the child, . . . not with the emasculation of a 
 droning monotony, heard through the ages. . . . 
 You ask? ... (I sense the question) . . . Have 
 no doubts ! ... It is right, and I am guiding you 
 under inspiration. ... It is developing. . . . It 
 is I, your Beloved Wife. ... I believe it will help 
 the world. Now sleep ! . . . [Yes, that is right, al- 
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 XXXV 
 
 Since I have left the mortal-world just three 
 words have been lingering through your conscious- 
 ness: "God is Love!" I placed them there! . . . 
 Tell the world God is Love! . . . Tell the world 
 that is enough to understand. Tell theology to 
 drop its long sermons, its dry creeds, its trappings, 
 its gaudy word-presentations (little hollow bub- 
 bles . . . empty . . . empty, and they look so in- 
 flated and honest with glittering exterior!), its sen- 
 sationalism, its stage-paint. Tell the clergy to 
 pray, and pray unceasingly, for a realization of the 
 text: "God is Love!" They may become old men 
 before it reaches the silent inner chambers of their 
 hearts. Tell them its realization will make them 
 Christ-like and humble. They will be good shep- 
 herds. They will feed their sheep, and the sheep 
 will follow them and look at them with more trust- 
 ful eyes. The sheep are straying now in many 
 places. Tell them the people are seeking to know 
 God and to know love and to be guided. Tell 
 them to find love in each sentence of the Bible and 
 in the blessed arts and in each creation and phe- 
 nomenon of nature, and if they do not find it, to 
 bring in a little child to help them. . . . And after 
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 and ask God to show them again how He, the 
 Father of Love. . . . Is Love. . . . And when He 
 has shown them, they will preach the Gospel. 
 
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 XXXVI 
 
 Ho — *y Jfoblcb 
 
 Yes, Dick, I am writing this again, . . . our 
 love-melody, through which gleams the Christ-birth 
 . . . past memories for you and for me! It must 
 go, as I write it, among these Letters. ... It rep- 
 resents your spirit and my spirit intertwined as we 
 gave the blessed Christmas motets and choruses 
 about the Tree of Light (yes, that is right !) . I want 
 it because it expresses the ideality of your rever- 
 ence, and the adoration you gave from your deepest 
 heart at that time to your serious art. . . . Wait! 
 ... I sense you do not wish me to say this and 
 have your personality linked with the more exalted 
 one of my spirit-existence. But it must be written 
 as I express this to you. You are the medium of 
 communication. You are writing automatically 
 through my inspiration. I, again, have received 
 this Message which must pass through your com- 
 munication to the world. ... I have told you! 
 
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 . . . Again, I sense your quickness. ... I come 
 to you often with my spirit-presence. ... I see 
 you go to a place of green, where there is a figure 
 rising, made by a silent genius-friend. ... It is 
 beautiful. . . . Tell her! . . . Include the inscrip- 
 tion above my name : There is no Death! 
 
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 XXXVII 
 
 I draw this flower, my flower ! . . . She and you 
 will know ! Let its beauty and fragrance bind you 
 three of earth closer. It enfolds you with me ! . . . 
 I see you before the shrine in my study . . . the 
 flowers ! . . . the virgins with the little Christs, and 
 the candles that gleam there sometimes with a soft 
 light, before which you adore me (I must use the 
 word, my Beloved, for that is what I sense) ! . . . 
 I see the illuminated copy of "Holy Night" en- 
 circling my photograph, the one you tenderly call 
 "my artist-child," the one of profile . . . and can- 
 dles beside it ! . . . Always the steady flame of the 
 golden candle-light! . . . You remember how we 
 loved the candle-light together, my adored hus- 
 band? . • . My earth-friends and loved ones I 
 help. Some are scattered now like blowing au- 
 tumn leaves, but I will unite them closer. . . . 
 Some have suffered. Tell them not to grieve. My 
 comfort and love surround them as in earth-days; 
 my emanations are constantly with you, my pres- 
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 my manifestations. The states of this spirit- 
 world are not to be translated through mortal 
 language, the infinite cannot be expressed through 
 the finite, and especially through earth-lan- 
 guage. . . . Earth-language! . . . (wait!) . . . 
 staggering like an overladened beast of burden . . . 
 driven here and there by the passing crowd . . . 
 nobility often emasculated . . . and the pauper 
 wears the crown! . . • Do you remember how I 
 struggled with earth-words ?'.".. You helped me, 
 Dick. ... I am your Anne, grateful! I am un- 
 der a partial earth-influence at this moment. . . . 
 The world may understand. It is just as if I were 
 beside you. ... I sense the earth-home! I write 
 to you often and only for yourself in this conscious- 
 ness (yes, that is right!) . It will comfort you. It 
 is what we knew together, happily hand in hand. 
 . . . The other, the exaltation and spiritual union is 
 what we will know as One Identity, . . . you and 
 I. ... I have told you! . . . One Identity! . . . 
 
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 XXXVIII 
 
 JANUARY 29TH. 
 
 I am still here. . . . You are receptive. . . . 
 Wait! . . . Yes, I have returned to the higher in- 
 fluences, and speak to you by emanation, and not 
 through actual presence or proximity. We may 
 approach the earth-mortal through proximity. If 
 he had the spiritual eye he would see us. Certain 
 of earth-mortals have this, but it does not go al- 
 ways with earth-soul exaltation. At times both 
 exist. The wisdom of using or cultivating this on 
 the earth-plane is doubtful. I have been with you 
 often through proximity, but did not permit you 
 to visualize, fit is better not, for it disturbs the 
 earth-mind and the earth-sensibility and sometimes 
 the earth-usefulness. In earth-proximity the 
 spirit leaves behind him his efficacy, for the time, of 
 Heaven-emanation ; so it is better to open the heart 
 and wish the larger beneficence than to visualize 
 the spirit-form. For the spirit-form without its 
 spirit-treasure does not bring the mortal to the 
 higher places. Tell mortals, then, not to wish to 
 see the spirit-faces, but to open their hearts and to 
 send their aspiration skyward like an incense . . . 
 it will be star-glittered ! 
 
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 XXXIX 
 
 JANUARY 30TH. 
 
 Yes, I am here. . . . You did not finish this 
 morning. . . . Wait! I will begin again! . . , 
 
 These drawings imperfectly represent envelopes. 
 • . . The envelope is a spiritual symbol for All- 
 life (yes, that is right!). Into it we place our im- 
 pulses, their development into deeds and activities, 
 our service, our love. We close it up, not knowing 
 whither it will go when we close our mortal eyes 
 for the last time. Humanity has hoped with a 
 glorious hope. It has read its Bible, said its pray- 
 ers and recited the creeds. It has taken the last 
 blessed Sacrament with the Word of God on its 
 lips. And yet, there has lurked deep down in the 
 consciousness of man that it might all be a delusion 
 and a dream, that it might not be so, that a peculiar 
 desperation would incite the imagination to beauti- 
 ful images of lasting bliss and eternal rest. No 
 mortal can truly say that such thoughts have not 
 flitted in stealthy doubt through his inner con- 
 
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 sciousness. But now, now send the message to my 
 brothers of the mortal world, and again I repeat 
 the message: There is no Death! . . . but there 
 is eternal bliss and happiness, the future ex- 
 istence, the sequential development under glorious 
 conditions, as the closed petals unfold to the opulent 
 flower through the tenderness and warmth of the 
 early summer influences. The promises of Christ 
 will be fulfilled. Ring the bells of the Resurrection 
 Morning, the glorious Call to the awakening world 
 to believe again with the larger and more glorious 
 conviction! Christ is risen! Let each day be the 
 Easter-day of joy! I speak to you in the earth- 
 language of the festival of Christians of the earth- 
 world. . . . Other worlds have had their Christ. 
 This Message that I bring is for the earth-man. 
 . . . Other messengers, other inspirations, other 
 mediums of reception for other worlds! I speak 
 for my beloved earth-world, and to all this world. 
 I use the Christian symbol, but speak for all re- 
 ligions. . . . There will be no annihilation for one 
 of God's creatures. . . . Tell mortals this! Even 
 a self-inflicted non-belief will be unfolded to a 
 higher realization through the love that abides. 
 . . . I have told you! . . . Let each earth-mortal 
 do his full measure of service and beauty, let him 
 understand love and kindness, let him lift tenderly 
 the brother who may not be so fortunate as him- 
 self, let him seek beauty and follow goodness and 
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 realization of the future joy, not doubting nor 
 fearing, let him keep his mind open for the Heaven- 
 ly messages, . . . the Wings of Angels are ever 
 near. . . . And so he will reach his own Mansion 
 in the Heavenly Kingdom! . . . There is no 
 Death! ... It is the Joy-Message of these Let- 
 ters. ... I have told you ! 
 
 I sense your question . . . the drawings, the en- 
 velopes of symbolism which begin this Letter ! • . . 
 It is a device of emphasis to arouse the interest. 
 ... So we teach the child. . . . Mortals are but 
 children. 
 
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 XL 
 
 JANUARY 31ST. 
 
 I am communicating now. . . . We are spirit- 
 essences, but I wish to draw some finer differences. 
 . . . All who are in the same Mansion are bound 
 to each other in golden love as we are to those of 
 other Mansions, as we are to mortals on the earth's 
 world and to all creatures, yes, of all the worlds 
 of all creations. . . . Not only the man-creatures, 
 but all creation, even the inanimate stones that lie 
 scattered over earth's meadows, and that man has 
 sensed as spiritless. One sees God's Light in cer- 
 tain stones. Men call them "precious stones." . . . 
 You remember, my Beloved, how the gleam and 
 varied colors of "precious stones" intoxicated me 
 with the beauty-sense. But in the dull and inert 
 rock there is God's love. Yes, say this! They 
 have their communications. . . . Who will say, ex- 
 cept mortal man through his yet slumbering sensi- 
 bilities, that these are lower creations! They are 
 not. They are by man unrecognized in their fine- 
 ness. The outward apparel which hides the God- 
 essence is infinite in variety. It is the Divine wish 
 that there should be affiliation among all creation, 
 that its members and varieties should work for each 
 other and stimulate in some not understood way. 
 
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 And from man should come that fine sense of re- 
 ciprocation that may show itself through a kind 
 nurture. Plant the trees and the flowers and the 
 grasses so they may grow, for they wish to grow. 
 Do not destroy before fruition. They too have 
 their earthly mission and will later come to us. Use 
 certain animal creations that are strong and helpful 
 to solve material problems and for convenience, 
 and have others about you in your home as com- 
 panions. We learn patience from them, and their 
 affections awaken affection. But be kind and 
 tender with them. Try to understand their ways, 
 and be quiet often and listen to them. They will 
 unfold their world. Soulless they have been called 
 by the mortals. Nothing is soulless. Even there 
 is animation in inertia. So tell mortals to be kind 
 to the other creations besides man and to look on 
 them, now I have given the revelation, with interest 
 and awe and wonder, ... a spiritual essence! 
 ... So will the entire world be drawn together by 
 the higher links of love and understanding. . . . 
 I am trying to impress the condition of our more 
 exalted existence on mortal man, so that earth may 
 reach its highest perfection through love. 
 
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 XLI 
 
 FEBRUARY 3RD. 
 
 I am here waiting for you. The conditions were 
 unquiet yesterday and it made you restless. Only 
 write in quiet and calmness. I will continue! . . . 
 The man of the earth-world with intuitions dormant 
 knows only his own world, and senses but dimly the 
 Land of the great Spirit-light. He sees other 
 worlds in the dimness of the night and has evolved 
 some of their laws, ever seeking, but is as yet igno- 
 rant of the great scheme of the universe. Through 
 his limitations his tendency is to think of the earth- 
 world as all-important, earth-man as God's chosen 
 earth-creatures, and the Land of the Beyond as 
 his Heaven. His vision is small, and a gentle com- 
 placency satisfies, . . . "drifting," he tells himself 
 . . . though our influences constantly stimulate to a 
 higher unfolding for him. I have told you that the 
 spirits of mortals of other worlds and systems are 
 with us on our plane, but I have not given you the 
 inspirational message that there are other planes 
 still higher, on which dwells the life of mortals who 
 have lived in other worlds and systems, more 
 exalted because more developed than our own 
 world. These worlds have existed a far greater 
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 greater, as the life of a great world-system is longer 
 than the existence of the animalculse of a moment. 
 Their mortals, through influence from the higher 
 planes in all the time of their existence, have be- 
 come a more highly sensitively organized race than 
 the earth-man. So these go to their own places 
 and own planes, which are higher and more exalted 
 than our own. And so there are planes of infinite 
 number, corresponding to the development of 
 mortals of different worlds. But some of the 
 lesser developed ones on these higher planes may 
 come to the Mansions even of our lower planes 
 (ours is not the lowest of planes), and these we 
 have with us, besides our earth-spirits. So you 
 may sense this: Inferior spirits of a higher plane 
 will affiliate in the Beyond and in this Land of 
 Celestial Light with the higher spirits of the lower 
 plane, each one to his own Mansion of this lower 
 plane as he is prepared. So tell the mortals of 
 earth to have a wider vision and to grasp through 
 what I have told you some of the (no word!) 
 stupendous (weak earth-word!) principles of 
 spirit-life, development, and revelation. ... I 
 have told you! . . . Impress on the earth mortal! 
 New fibres will grow in his will (the will to do and 
 to conquer!) to live the earth-career, so he may 
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 XLII 
 
 FEBRUARY 3RD,, LATER. 
 
 I am with you again. . . . This will seem a 
 strange communication to you and to the mortals of 
 the earth's plane. They have believed differently. 
 This is what I wish to communicate: Mortals 
 do not "see God" as they believe in certain states 
 of exaltation, such as may come to devout, prayer- 
 ful earth-souls. When I passed into the Realm 
 of Life, there came to me, besides the influences 
 of which I have spoken, the clinging, personal 
 Love, the greater serenity and calm awakening, 
 and infinite trust . . . no, complete inertia, with 
 Supreme Guidance . . . that may be right, but 
 only cumbersome mortal words (little brittle glob- 
 ules that break easily and are found empty!) 
 . . . there came an added inner radiance and glory 
 (dull words!), of which all the wonderful love and 
 tenderness I have mentioned so frequently seemed 
 but the outer covering (the first tenderness already 
 sensed, infinitely greater than man's finest soul- 
 perceptions can appreciate), revolving about a 
 Central Light, as the earth-planets encircle the sun. 
 
 This secondary love, already comforting and 
 clinging to the newly uplifted spirit- soul as the 
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 quisite perfume and beauty, or as the iridescence 
 of color encircles the film of a floating bubble, 
 seemed to rise as a mist of Love-Energy from a 
 great Central-Life or Influence that fed it as a per- 
 petual Spring of bubbling Waters . . . and this 
 Fountain of the God-Essence is disseminated in the 
 World of spiritual life, the great Fountain of 
 Energy and Love and Spiritual Beauty throwing 
 its iridescent spray through the Spiritual World 
 in all the Mansions of all the Planes of all Creation. 
 And about these bits of God-Essence cling the 
 beauty-essences of spirit-emanation and of spirit- 
 goodness, an outer garment under which pulsates 
 the God-Heart and Innermost Essence of the God- 
 Head. In each spiritual creation it exists . . . not 
 only in the spirits of mortal man, but of all creation 
 that was called growing and also inanimate, all 
 world-systems that find their counterpart in spirit- 
 awakening and development in the spiritual planes. 
 
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 XLIII 
 
 The God-Essence is for the spirit-places of 
 serenity after mortals and all creatures and 
 creation-life have passed from their material 
 abode. To man and to all creatures and creative 
 life of material worlds this highest God-Essence 
 does not reach, but the influences felt are the 
 emanation of spirits of different planes which have 
 been supernally (no word!) glorified by a Central 
 Influence. Mortal man, then, does not see or feel 
 God as do the spirits of Light of our own and the 
 infinite other planes. He feels the reflection of 
 the great Central Luminosity, which reflection the 
 spirit-life sends to the material planes of the uni- 
 verse. The Inner God-Head is for the spirits of 
 Light. Its strength would be too severe for the 
 mortal, not ready for the transfiguration. So, 
 even in ecstatic moments of mortal soul-elevation, 
 they are the spirit-essences that permeate and 
 exalt. The Essence of the God-Heart is not for 
 mortal creation, but for those who are already on 
 the spiritual plane, and accept it as the Central 
 Essence. . . . I have told you! 
 
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 FEBRUARY 4TH. 
 
 Yes I am here. ... It is early morning and I 
 have awakened you. . . . Now write! ... I have 
 drawn imperfectly the cocoon, another spiritual 
 symbol of impressive significance (weak earth- 
 words!) . Unwind, unfold it thread by thread, layer 
 by layer, each bit of silky gossamer-texture repre- 
 senting a portion of the life and destiny of an indi- 
 vidual world. So the first strand is unwound and 
 untwisted from a mother-world, and its existence 
 begins. Alone in its orbit it revolves according to 
 universal laws it has absorbed for its destiny and 
 progress. Thread by thread, filament by filament, 
 layer by layer the exterior surface is cast away 
 through elimination. Mortal man is being evolved 
 from materiality to spirituality, and so from all of 
 God's earth-creation the physical is being constantly 
 and subtlely changed, permeated gradually by a 
 spiritual element that finally conquers and over- 
 whelms it. Such re-births of mortal and all created 
 things in the world's progression have an added 
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 essence in their being. Destiny, which is but the 
 innermost Essence of God's Love, unwinds the 
 filaments of the world-man and creation-existence 
 . . . but it moves toward the Golden Heart! . . . 
 Tell mortal earth-man! . . . The spiritualizing of 
 what is material through evolution, which is God's 
 Love working through system and earth-time, is 
 the cosmic scheme of regeneration. There is no 
 retrogression in world-systems, peoples and crea- 
 tions. 
 
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 XLV 
 
 FEBRUARY 4TH, LATER. 
 
 I am writing with you as my medium. . . . 
 
 The representation through a symbol of upheaval 
 of world-issues from the God- Spirit, the univer- 
 sal God-Love overshadowing and connecting the 
 world-systems! . . . Quiescence first! Then a 
 gaseous and fiery matter in stupendous activity 
 revolving from its own center with centrifugal and 
 centripetal energy directed by God's inflexible laws 
 of creation, revolving in infinite space later by its 
 own latent energy created by the God-Head . . . 
 a glowing, glorious sphere of liquid fire, suspended 
 in infinite space! . . . and so through countless 
 ages of man's time going to its destiny of higher 
 development. As the single sphere, so the systems 
 of worlds and spheres, each in tremendous cosmic 
 energy, each isolated and angrily alone in its fumes 
 of fire, smoke and vapor. . . . And yet . . . not 
 alone, but bound by God's Love in one chain of 
 worlds, His Essence even now permeating to the 
 center of each fire-heart, from which later is to 
 come quiescence again, the earth-peace, and the 
 birth of mortal-man, animal, insect, plant, stone. 
 
 And so were the worlds of creation born, that 
 they might be the places of preparation for the 
 
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 higher places and planes of spiritual life. . . . 
 But the first fire, I hear you ask? ... It comes 
 from God's Energy. . . . The central idea of the 
 God-Energy is constructive, then progressive 
 through sequence of mortal growths, then further 
 progress and the state of Blessedness through 
 higher spiritual influences (yes, that is right!). 
 I hear you ask of the ultimate place of Blessedness 
 of the highest plane. . . . No, there will not be a 
 future state of Heavenly rest, meaning inertia, as 
 the last condition of the perfect Life. God is 
 Energy as well as Love. His highest Angels will 
 have their highest happiness through the activities. 
 
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 y^ 
 
 
 FEBRUARY 6TH. 
 
 iYes, I am with you again this evening. . . . This 
 is the Tree of Life, a symbol of the passing of 
 mortal-man from birth, the mortal birth, until the 
 re-birth into the Realm of Light and Blessedness. 
 
 The soil is below. The roots are creeping 
 through this, clinging, clinging, burrowing into the 
 sub-strata, so that this mighty creation may fulfill 
 its destiny, and reach its trunk upwards, and the 
 branches grow securely from its solidity, and the 
 twigs and softer foliage twine themselves about 
 
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 each other and grow outwards and upwards 
 towards the soft blue above. . . . Always the 
 tenderness and the clinging quality of these deli- 
 cate interlacing elements that rise from the stern, 
 rigid, straight and solid central trunk! . . . and 
 then the intimacy of the early green of leaf with the 
 darker green of the delicate twig, or the lighter 
 brown of the later branch. It is the grateful ele- 
 ment of disassociation of what would be a mass 
 of living color, into the isolated leaf of freshness 
 and tenderness, exquisitely differentiated for dif- 
 ferent varieties of species, the symmetries and pen- 
 cillings and flutterings of the little vertebrae on 
 each leaf. And then from the paternal trunk reach 
 out the larger branches, maybe of kindred sizes, 
 some like each other, but often one strangely dif- 
 ferent. And often on such a one there grow none 
 of the affectionate little twigs and the shy, modest 
 leaves of delicate texture. Such a barren branch 
 seems sullen and likes to be alone and peer 
 out into space in its own way. And when a hang- 
 ing branch of green crosses its path, it seems to 
 absorb such identity, so that only the bare, barren 
 limb is seen as we visualize. And so the little leaves 
 often die when they stay long in such company. 
 Sometimes their one twig of attachment is bent 
 so they cannot return to their own kind, which is 
 their unhappiness. But where one little branch 
 with its sisters of green clinging to it is so cast into 
 the shadow of malignant influences (yes, that is 
 
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 right!), there is joy for the infinite number that 
 are left and that look to the sunlight and feel the 
 tenderness and exquisite gentleness of the blue 
 above them in the daytime, and welcome the seren- 
 ity of the stars at night. And so the glory of the 
 greater number makes the glory of the tree. The 
 dead branch here and there too is overwhelmed by 
 the happiness and joy-song, the golden song of the 
 green foliage. And later come the perfume and 
 coloring of the blossoms, and in the further sum- 
 mer-time the ripened fruit . . . and then the fall, 
 the dull thud of contact with the mother-earth, who 
 nourishes tenderly with the sap always rising, even 
 when the branches are desolate and bare. And so 
 for mortal-man this tree stands as the life-symbol. 
 He draws his sustenance from the earth with his 
 ever-working, facile and eager fingers. His body 
 grows as the trunk from nourishment below into 
 steadfastness and sturdiness, influenced by condi- 
 tions and environment and heredity. It is rather 
 inflexible, with here and there growing from its 
 sides fungous growths of temptation or sin, with 
 here and there an isolated barren branch of char- 
 acteristic or personality that gropes softly outward 
 and downward often, willingly alone like the sul- 
 len, nearly sapless branch around which cling the 
 tenderer influences of humbler and gentler leaves 
 that it ruthlessly destroys. 
 
 But God's Love has made the leaves and the 
 blossoms of the tree also. They are man's opti- 
 
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 mism and tender hopes and crying aspirations that 
 crown all and reach with grace and clinging love 
 about the straight and rigid and unbending 
 branches. They are the influences waiting to sooth 
 and to give hope, and they are high and nearest to 
 Heaven, but they grow also on the lowest branches 
 near the earth. And sometimes, even from the 
 central trunk, quite low down, a strange leaf may 
 grow . . . like the wish to give tenderness where 
 there is the greatest inflexibility. . . . And then 
 the fruit . . . that last earth-maturity for which 
 the flower has given up its life, its fragrance and 
 beauty to blend into the full consummation. The 
 ripened fruit falls to the earth and its seeds are 
 scattered, the embryo in which pulsate God's Life 
 and Love, and from these spring the new tree- 
 creations. And when the tree has had its earthly 
 life and dully falls to the earth, or is destroyed, its 
 spirit, the God-essence in its creation, returns to 
 the Heavenly planes and it has spirit-representa- 
 tion. . . . And so with mortal-man! . . . the tree 
 is a spiritual symbol of mortal life. . . . There is 
 no Death! . . . 
 
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 XLVII 
 
 FEBRUARY 6TH. 
 
 I am here and will want you to draw. ... Be- 
 gin! . . . These are the tangled grasses of the 
 field, another spiritual symbol. They are the 
 fine sensitive types of creation, with the flowers, but 
 without their fragrance and the coloring of the sun- 
 sets ... so lowly and often trodden under foot by 
 man as he walks along looking upward and destroy- 
 ing their life and aspirations, for they also look 
 toward the glorious sun. They are sometimes in 
 great expanse and sometimes in lonely little places, 
 in shadows, and under projecting rocks ... al- 
 ways so lonely and appealing in such places. And 
 they grow in luxuriance and profusion in their dress 
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 the passing gentle winds, bending low very often, 
 as in adoration, but always returning with slender 
 fingers pointing upward to their own Heavenly 
 places, where they too will go after they fall away 
 and wither. . . . And so they exist to man as a 
 gentle symbol of humility and modesty. They see 
 the passing sweep of the low-flying bird, the flutter 
 of the hovering butterfly, and hear the murmur of 
 the bee as he passes arrogantly by to the brilliant 
 flower-cups, . . . always passed by as not very im- 
 portant to other creation . . . and at their feet the 
 little busy ants hurry on, and the other insect-life 
 has its own duties and cares, and talks to each 
 other, each in his own communication . . . but al- 
 ways without noticing the forest of interlaced, 
 green slenderness and graceful curve above them. 
 . . . And so they seem not very much wanted, the 
 grasses, by the rest of creation, and it has made 
 them very humble. But this humility is touched 
 by God's Grace, and the grasses of the field stand 
 exalted in the Heavenly planes to which they 
 come. From the grasses which have been down- 
 trodden in the meadows of earth- and worlds- 
 planes, the Angels of Heaven learn humility. . . . 
 So let mortal-man also try to understand their 
 gentleness, and to look on them as the symbol of 
 humility, dimly rare in mortal-man, but full of 
 great loveliness, and touched by the bending grace 
 of Heavenly influences. 
 
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 XL VIII 
 
 FEBRUARY 6TH, EVENING. 
 
 I am here, always here, awaiting your pencil, 
 with me writing the Message. . . . You have been 
 faithful! . . . Never write when tired. ... I 
 must write through you when calm, and at rest and 
 in the quiet . . . wait! . . . There are so many 
 things of exhaustless number which I wish to give 
 in my Message to the earth-world, so I must con- 
 tinue and fulfill the mission of my spirit-writing 
 through you. ... I send the message with strong 
 spirit-force: Banish fear! And again I repeat: 
 Banish fear from the earth-plane! ... As we go 
 on in mortal life the shadows often seem to grow 
 heavier and the hopes less buoyant, not encircled, 
 as in the time of youth, by iridescent colors. The 
 infirmities creep in one by one, surreptitiously 
 . . . thieves of the night! . . . until they hover 
 over memory and consciousness like the black- 
 massed and menacing clouds of a cyclonic storm-up- 
 heaval. Fear, deadly fear of an unknown future 
 lurks near. Men of the mortal worlds drift often 
 toward the great chasm of death trying to forget 
 through little fictitious joys, and close their eyes 
 from this last, for them, mortal catastrophe, which 
 means for so many the unknown and the fearful. 
 
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 Faith is weaE because the great inner calmness is 
 not encouraged, which will permit it to nestle there 
 and be sheltered and exalted. The manifold duties 
 of life are welcomed not so much from the sense 
 of doing, but as flimsy devices, a somber garment 
 that will cover doubt and weariness and deaden 
 fear. The baby and the child simply close their 
 eyes in a gentle sleep. It is precious in its sim- 
 plicity. For others, there is a deep and beautiful 
 faith of the Everlasting Life and Happiness. But 
 to many, the last sleep is the dreaded and final 
 calamity, the night of oblivion, maybe with little 
 gleam-lights here and there, soon obliterated . . . 
 a hopeless end, through doubt and fear! 
 
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 XLIX 
 
 So, again I send the message to the world to 
 drop fear as they would a cursed thing. There 
 must be a strong (like fibrous muscle-strength!) 
 act of the will to do this. With the swift downfall 
 of a sharpened sword-blade, the cord that binds 
 fear to the mortal race should be severed forever. 
 This must come through strong mortal volition. 
 The Heavenly influences for grace cannot other- 
 wise enter. Banish fear ! . . . I send this message 
 with an all-powerful command from the Celestial 
 Emanations of the Highest Planes. It is the near- 
 est duty, and the first and greatest obligation that 
 man owes to himself for the preparation and the 
 vision of his future spiritual destiny. . . . |When 
 fear is banished, God will enter. 
 
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 n 
 
 FEBRUARY 7TH. 
 
 I am here with you . • , write as I direct! . . . 
 The abysses of human consciousness are not often 
 probed. Mortal man lives on the upper strata, 
 happy in the joy of superficiality, skimming over 
 life's span as the swallow lightly flies through the 
 air, occasionally making the deeper curves. But 
 usually the flight with him is surface-flight, the 
 little excrescences of duty and labor, home-cares 
 and their anxieties taking the precious moments of 
 his existence. And these obligations must be ful- 
 filled. It is so ordained. But it is the ultimate 
 purpose and destiny of mortal-man that these 
 gradually become less absorbing, that through 
 intuition and the inward call for a higher guidance 
 the material wants will be easier of solution, and 
 success and accumulation of the material necessi- 
 ties of life may be gathered with a less expenditure 
 of that vital man-energy which should he dormant 
 as the higher intuitive processes are welcomed. So 
 man is progressing toward this epochal period, 
 though the realization of its undreamed importance 
 will be gradual. The new born earth-baby is one 
 step nearer the unfolding earth's possibility than 
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 conquer is an indomitable force of mortal-man, but 
 this appreciation of the spirit-forces as the far more 
 exalted and easier and complete solution of the 
 problems of mortal life has not been realized. 
 
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 LI 
 
 I have spoken of the spirit-emanations to the 
 mortal life of different worlds and systems. These 
 are the powers that elevate and prepare for the 
 future spiritual planes, but also the powers that 
 sweep in a mighty progress the world-laws for 
 regeneration and ultimate fulfillment of God's 
 supreme purpose. . . . Again, I give the message : 
 Open the heart to serenity. The emanations of 
 all-happiness on the earth and other world-planes 
 are encircling the mortals of these places. The will 
 is a glorious endowment of man, but the realiza- 
 tion of those supreme influences of spirit-emana- 
 tion for guidance is the illuminated goal toward 
 which the mortal is now drifting. It is God's wish 
 that he should not arrive at this through the slower 
 but inevitable supreme law of progress which will 
 be, even without man's effort or volition, but that 
 he should hasten that glorious moment of the 
 mortal awakening by taking to his inmost heart 
 the deeper calm and profound serenity, as prep- 
 aration for the entrance of the Heavenly forces of 
 spirit-emanations. 
 
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 LII 
 
 FEBRUARY 7TH, EVENING. 
 
 Yes, my Beloved, I am with you again. . . . 
 The word "courage" has been in your conscious- 
 ness, and I placed it there. ... I give the message 
 of "courage" to mortal-man 1 . . . Like a mighty 
 unconquerable rushing torrent through a mountain- 
 gorge it dashes impetuously over high and mas- 
 sive rocks . . . dashes, not creeping and slinking 
 weakly around them, a fountain of spray and ex- 
 hilaration as it enjoys its great leaps over obstacles, 
 wearing away the muddy obstruction on either 
 bank, and carrying the weaker objects along in 
 its joy and enthusiasm, not pushing them aside; 
 whirling in circle-eddies to gather the minutest 
 bits, churning and champing the water until it 
 froths in anger and resentment, gathering its 
 might for the narrow channels that oppose and put 
 out their lean flanks to obstruct, and rushing 
 through with a doubly-mad whirl, with the water 
 thrown high to the gentler winds, until the lurking 
 sunbeams touch and embrace the shimmering 
 mists and transform them into fairy gossamer of 
 iridescence. 
 
 And so should mortal-man nurture and encour- 
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 obstacles of life, the keen uplifted sword of con- 
 quest in the tense, encircling fingers, the body lithe 
 and active and alert, the eye opened wide in wonder 
 and fearlessness, and the face uplifted to the crested 
 mountain-peaks beyond, not seeing the impene- 
 trable and tangled forests between. Superb is this 
 trait of courage, and super-mortal when the canker 
 of self is not corroding the inner heart. When 
 there exists the inspirational realization that cour- 
 age and its spoils and conquests must be shared, 
 that tyrannical usurpation must not exist, that its 
 purpose is to be a flaming beacon to lighten and to 
 make light the path for others, a lash to flagellate 
 the laggards, a stimulation for myopic vision, and 
 a precious hope for those who sit by the wayside, 
 discouraged, weary and weak and unrewarded. 
 Virile courage is the life-stimulation for mortal- 
 man. Its freshness sweeps in wild contagious 
 ecstasy through the entire world-race. The spirit- 
 emanations scatter the seeds of lofty courage 
 among the worlds' mortals. It is for these to find 
 them and to plant and to nurture, so that the bril- 
 liant flower of virile conquest may spring from the 
 mortal heart. 
 
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 LIII 
 
 FEBRUARY 7TH, EVENING. 
 
 I am with you * . . (yes, if not too tired!) . . . . 
 The incense of kind deeds is rising from mother- 
 earth like blue, thin smoke. The spirit-essences see 
 and sense this, for it is visible as well as coming to 
 us through soul-sensibility. I have written before 
 of "kindness" and told you, my beloved husband, 
 to impress its importance on the earth-mortal, for 
 it is (no earth-word again!) a mortal emanation 
 that is nearest related to the Divine Love. It is 
 shy and has a sweet humility like the meadow- 
 grasses of which I told you, and in its finest es- 
 sence does not seek reward or reciprocation. 
 
 If the mortal would try to understand kindness, 
 he would soon understand love. It leaves its gifts 
 at the heart's door of another, and quickly goes 
 away before the door is opened. It is tender and 
 forgiving, and does not see the outer garment, but 
 thinks only of the inner need, or distress or the 
 keener suffering. Those who have given kindness 
 on the earth-plane, freely, like the spontaneous 
 waters of a gushing mountain-spring, have a 
 spiritual Mansion prepared for them of unique 
 happiness. For, as they have given, so will they 
 receive. It is a Beloved Home among the Man- 
 
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 sions here, and sends its emanations to all other 
 Mansions, and the Spiritual Windows are open 
 wide to receive (no word!) this spiritual florescence 
 . . . fragrance. ... So tell mortals again to be 
 kind to each other, and to the other creations 
 on the earth. . . . Kindness! . . . Kindness! . . . 
 Let them say it often! . . . Some of its spirit- 
 essence will remain in their hearts, and the flowers 
 of kind deeds and thoughts will blossom. ... I see 
 the blue, thin smoke of kindness rising from the 
 earth-plane \ 
 
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 LIV 
 
 FEBRUARY 7TH, LATER EVENING. 
 
 I am here. . . . White! . . . White! ... the 
 pure heart! ... I give the message: Cleanse 
 the mind ... by one will-impulse, and for ever 
 after, guard! ... Be watchful! . . . there are 
 many doors of entrance, . . . secret, some, and 
 some of invisible minuteness. . . . Seek them and 
 find them, and bar them with the bars of will and 
 prayer! . . . Keep the mind white! . . . No evil 
 can then come. . . . An impure line will leave its 
 mark . . . and then others stealthily creep in and 
 take their places. . . . They know! . . . and even 
 two will breed a nest. . . . No, keep the mind 
 white! ... If there be a question, the baby will 
 answer. . . . 
 
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 LV 
 
 FEBRUARY 8TH. 
 
 Yes, I am here and directing you to write this 
 evening and continue this Message. ... So 
 mortal-man should have the humility of the lowly 
 grasses, the serenity of the night-star should nestle 
 in his heart, the menacing spectre of deadly fear 
 should be forever banished from his vision, kindness 
 and loving sympathy should benignly flow from an 
 exalted nature. He should be crowned with the 
 courage of aspiring genius, and his thoughts 
 should rest peacefully, uncankered and undefiled, 
 reflecting the Divine Goodness. 
 
 I have so written, and what I have written, if 
 followed, will hasten the coming of the Divine 
 awakening on the earth-plane. ... It is the 
 Message from the Higher Spiritual Forces to be 
 expressed to mortal-man through me, with you, my 
 beloved husband, as the earth-medium of writing. 
 
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 LVI 
 
 FEBRUARY 8TH, EVENING. 
 
 ... I am still with you. ... I will write of the 
 spiritual colors. . . . Rest! ... I have written of 
 the serenity of the spiritual places, and the de- 
 gree of light, of effulgent light that must be in 
 harmony with the spirit- serenity, one that does not 
 deaden to a rest-condition, but stimulates to spirit- 
 ual activity in sending and receiving the higher 
 spirit-emanations. But while this (no word!) 
 supernal glow is always here, there pass through 
 these infinite spaces in fleeting cloud-lightness, 
 (earth-language!) great and varied color-emana- 
 tions. From the earth-world and other systems is 
 one source of their appearance here, for emana- 
 tions of color are constantly rising from mortal 
 planes. They are the spiritual emanations of the 
 mortal soul-impulses and personality and feeling, 
 and they reach us here, some of them, the finer ones, 
 through color-emanations sent from the planes of 
 mortal-worlds and systems . . . only the finer 
 ones (earth language!) ! . . . And these come to 
 us as color-waves or color-clouds. The color- 
 emanations of man's baser nature do not enter here, 
 and even the emanations of color of man's more 
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 the portals of the spiritual planes. The spiritual 
 colors are the lighter colors etherealized. There 
 are no earth colors to correspond ; those of the wild 
 blue-bell, the hyacinth, the apple-blosom, the anem- 
 one of early spring, all tender earth-names, are 
 suggestive of the delicacy (no word!) and spiritual 
 values (no word!) which these spirit-colors create 
 for us. They are the affinities of the condition of 
 serenity. I can explain in no other way . . . and 
 the tints I have mentioned of earth-flowers are 
 earth-tints. There are infinite variations of these 
 spirit-colors that no mortal has seen, but that we 
 see and sense in the first moments (earth-word!) 
 of the "passing over" as I have explained to you. 
 There are also deeper spiritual colors, but the dark, 
 dull ones of mortal-planes are not here. They 
 arise from the baser emanations, but do not reach 
 to this sphere of spirit-life. 
 
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 LVII 
 
 From the "Many Mansions" of the spirit-world 
 there flow also the emanations of colors, character- 
 istic of the spirit-qualities of those that dwell in 
 these Mansions. But, as they are spirit-emanations, 
 their colors will be spiritualized. And as Love (how 
 weak the earth-word!) transmutes and transforms 
 all spirit-life here to its own precious Love-essence, 
 and as each of the Mansions must grow toward 
 Love, so the love-color dominates and harmonizes 
 all color-conditions on the Heavenly spheres. 
 Emanations of color from world-planes could not 
 arrive here except they contained some degree of 
 the Love-Essence. And so I again,tell you, it is the 
 love-color that dominates and harmonizes. It is a 
 spiritual color and cannot be expressed in mortal 
 words, but when sensed, you feel God's Presence. 
 For It is Love, and God is Love. And this color- 
 inspiration awaits the mortals when they pass from 
 the worlds'-planes. Spiritual colors cannot be 
 translated or expressed through earth-colors or 
 earth-language. 
 
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 LVIII 
 
 FEBRUARY 9TH. 
 
 ... I am with you, . . . You are early this 
 morning. . . . That is right! . . . Color-ema- 
 nations! . . . They pass through the spiritual 
 planes, then, as spiritual influence always, each of 
 whatever spiritual color, containing the Essence of 
 the God-Love which harmonizes them so there 
 is no kaleidoscopic (earth-toy!) unrepose to the 
 spirit-vision or spirit-soul. For this important 
 color-element for tranquilization is sensed in each 
 way. Each color-wave has its own soul-tranquili- 
 zation, but the Love-essence abides in each. So God 
 dwells in these vast color-systems of the planes of 
 spirits, as he does in their weaker earth-manifesta- 
 tions. And, as music (a harsh earth-word as I 
 sense its supernal influences and development 
 about me in the spirit-life!) is the highest mortal 
 art-medium of God's higher spirit-sensibilities, so 
 color, in its undulations, its delicacy of tint and 
 change, its wraith-like encircling tenderness (from 
 which loveliness spring flower-perfumes, the dawns 
 of mornings and the glory that leads to the solemn 
 portals of the night) ... so color, in its profusion 
 and variety and movement, will be an added me- 
 dium for mortal art-expression. 
 
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 LIX 
 
 In linking color and music, my Beloved, in the 
 presentation we gave on the earth-plane, the germs 
 exist for beautiful awakening of still deeper sensi- 
 bilities in the heart of mortal-man. For, with the 
 realization of the union of music and color, the real- 
 ization of a unique and embyro art-medium, the 
 little slumbering tendrils in the deeper human 
 strata of man's inner consciousness will awaken 
 and creep shyly outward to be expressed through 
 these glorified raiments. The preparation of the 
 outer garment will be the call to arouse further the 
 inner flower-life of man's earth-spirit, each medium 
 a garment of unique loveliness in itself, and already 
 filled with spirit-manifestation before enclosing in 
 its spiritual folds the emanations which mortals 
 vaporize through the arts. So love and beauty are 
 here the outer garments, nurturing by their own 
 essences the emanations of love and beauty, and 
 with man's spiritual awakening will come the real- 
 ization and the demand toward the linking of color 
 and music (hard words!). They stand impover- 
 ished in earth-language ... a kingly raiment 
 changed to beggars' tatters! 
 
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 LX 
 
 FEBRUARY 9TH, LATER MORNING. 
 
 Write again. . . • You are still unwearied. 
 . . . Language! ... I have spoken often of this, 
 and struggled on the life-plane with its inadequacy 
 for expression. The spirit-life of man is often 
 above the medium of language, brutalized through 
 materiality. The tendency of earth-language is al- 
 ways to rise upwards, but its bonds vitiate, and it 
 is dragged through muddy places, is debauched, 
 its spirit-gleams obliterated. The poet takes the 
 remnants and creates his own heaven; but the 
 medium is gross, and he will struggle to refine 
 where influences are constantly dethroning. With 
 man's increased spirituality, the medium of 
 language will also spiritualize. As material wants 
 become lessened, material words will drop away 
 like waste-matter, more and more, leaving only the 
 gleaming spirit-words, each one a mortal soul-con- 
 dition, little stars of light, expressive of an entirety 
 of feeling or thought. Can you see here the growth 
 toward the spirit-emanations of our planes, an 
 entire atmosphere projected in one emanation? 
 And so, language, with its strange excrescences and 
 idiosyncrasies will gradually be evolved to a higher 
 spiritual significance, its grossness being an ex- 
 
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 pression of mortal-man's yet elementary develop- 
 ments. A seeker still of coarse materiality he has 
 not yet reached to the larger spiritual man, but 
 is evolving. 
 
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 LXI 
 
 Again, I give the message from the higher 
 Spiritual Sources. . . . Let man have a greater 
 humility and seek the greater serenity with uplifted 
 eyes. Let him banish fear and have a higher trust. 
 Let him scatter kindness on the earth as the sower 
 scatters the seeds of the spring-time. The ground 
 is watered, and the little crevices of earth open like 
 little mouths, watching and waiting and hoping 
 that each may receive even one seed. They will 
 enclose it, and watch and wait like a mother with 
 child. Let him place on his head the helmet of the 
 warrior with waving plumes that quiver from his 
 inward inspiration and vision ... a great hunter 
 ready for the chase ! And then, my brother-mortals, 
 I give you again, with a great tender love-yearn- 
 ing, the message: Be chaste and pure of heart 
 and mind, . . . the great white entrances, simple 
 but of ethereal dignity, through which God walks 
 into the human consciousness ! And may God come 
 to you through these White Places, my Beloved 
 Brothers of the mortal world, and find them as He 
 would wish for His Beloved Children. 
 
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 LXII 
 
 FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING. 
 
 I am with you again to have you write through 
 me. . . . The word "heredity" has been in your 
 mind the early part of the day. I placed it there, 
 and wish to write of this. . . . (Wait! . . . rest!) 
 . • • Heredity! . . . An influence of the past 
 comes into future life and generations to mock or to 
 mar, or again to carry through life on waves of 
 prosperity and ease and buoyancy. It grips firm 
 and fast into the individual, sometimes crippling his 
 will, sometimes endowing him with traits, muddy 
 sluices through which he must laboriously wade be- 
 fore he reaches the end of his journey, and some- 
 times it strews his pathway with flowers that lead 
 him to fields of swaying golden grain with the glad 
 sunlight and the gentle breezes to refresh him. 
 
 Each mortal of earth is born with some such 
 inherited tendencies, that burn deeply and are 
 stamped firmly into his plastic organization. And 
 so the baby comes into the world with its smile of 
 innocence and its gradual wonder-awakening of 
 world-influences, already impregnated with tend- 
 encies and traits, with passions and with slumber- 
 ing tragedy. It is for man to arouse himself to 
 this fact, to seek his weakest links and to make them 
 
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 strong by will and prayer, so that the entire chain 
 may not be severed. The weakness of a link may 
 be long hidden, but the corrosive spot does not dis- 
 appear except by the necessary application of the 
 efficacious remedy. If each individual will seek the 
 weakened links of his chain and work at his own 
 forge, making the sparks laboriously fly as he 
 hammers the metal into a condition of perfection 
 and strong resistance, heredity will be God's great- 
 est blessing to man, for then, only the golden traits 
 will remain to be perpetuated. And so this will be 
 another means of hastening God's kingdom on the 
 mortal earth. 
 
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 <LXIII 
 
 FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING, LATER. 
 
 You are working faithfully, and as my medium 
 are writing my words. They are my words and do 
 not come from your consciousness, through feeling 
 or mental processes. The world must accept this 
 fact. To him who doubts or refuses there is retro- 
 gression, for he has sealed his mind as a tightly 
 sealed vessel, and God cannot enter. There must 
 be faith, a spirit-quality. The mental processes in 
 accepting this, my Message to the mortal earth- 
 world through higher Spiritual Influences than my 
 own, must be eliminated. The highest complete 
 faith will lead to complete realization and convic- 
 tion, the crown of gleaming gold that is placed on 
 the brow of faith as a consummation and finality. 
 You have had a preparation of fineness in your 
 inner development, hidden from the world, and 
 which you have tried to hide (write as I say. . . . 
 I feel the hesitation!), but have not concealed as 
 you thought. It has developed through the dignity 
 you have given to your art, and through the cultiva- 
 tion of certain traits to which you have aspired. The 
 bond between us in mortal life was unique in its 
 sympathy and united spiritual aspiration. These 
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 Identity. I have told you this before, but wish to 
 emphasize. . . • Write as I direct, for it is not my 
 own Message, but comes from the higher Spiritual 
 Emanations to be repeated. I am the spiritual 
 medium, and you, the earth medium. 
 
 I give this message to you impersonally, with the 
 circle of love and identity I hold about your head, 
 repressed ... I have told you ! 
 
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 LXIV 
 
 FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING, STILL LATER. 
 
 I am with you again. You are receptive this 
 evening. I have returned to the atmosphere of 
 spirit-plane emanations and their acceptances, and 
 the sensitive state of the mortal world-receptivity 
 is quiescent in me. The spirit-world so happy (no 
 word ! . . . and I express the negative rather than 
 the superlative of an earth-word which form is mis- 
 understood by mortals, especially those who empha- 
 size their thinking and logical processes . . . for 
 happiness on the spiritual plane, which is superla- 
 tive, is a condition of serenity and ecstasy and 
 aspiration and love for which there is no earth- 
 word or soul-feeling of the mortal . . .it cannot 
 be expressed,) . . . the spirit-world so happy, then, 
 has even in its own Mansions the closer communion 
 of sympathetic identities. For each spirit-soul of 
 a Mansion is different and apart in soul-identity 
 from each other spirit-soul of that Mansion, though 
 all bound together in the ties of love, and in our 
 own Mansion, by the ties of aspiration and sensi- 
 tive art-appreciation. 
 
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 LXV 
 
 An artist on the world-plane may be more happy 
 with one artist than with another. There is the 
 degree of this affiliation in their mutual aspirations, 
 in their fineness, and in the threads of their imag- 
 ination and subtler variations of these that are 
 beyond expression. But these subtler differences 
 are sufficient to make the difference of attraction. 
 It is so here, also, in the spirit-realm. We have 
 our close spirit-associates, but, because through 
 Heavenly influence all spirit-life tends to the most 
 sensitive and elevated types in any spiritual Man- 
 sion, the close association of the highest types is 
 always increasing, and those who are not so sensi- 
 tively attuned receive aspirations to become so, 
 and we play upon them to bring them to us. Can 
 you sense the joy of this sympathy of so many 
 spiritual beings together, mutually understanding, 
 mutually loving, mutually assisting each other, all 
 growing, all aspiring, all impregnated with the 
 God-Essence of Love and Beauty? You know, 
 my Beloved, how rare on the earth-plane was even 
 one friend of understanding, one whose heart- 
 strings would vibrate to each of your own sensitive 
 soul-impulses. So in this exalted Place of Love it 
 has been God's Will to make this exquisite, har- 
 
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 monious adjustment of the Many. . . . The law 
 of isolation is not for the Heavenly King- 
 dom. . . . There is no room for the one sullen 
 branch. ... It is the law of evolution towards the 
 highest type, inspirationally understood here, as but 
 dimly appreciated on the mortal plane in the rela- 
 tion of earth-man to earth-man. 
 
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 LXVI 
 
 FEBRUARY 10TH, MORNING. 
 
 I am with you again, ever-ready to complete this 
 Message to the earth-world. The command to me 
 still comes to write! . . . The Divine Compassion! 
 . . . An earth phrase of exquisite beauty and 
 tenderness, and maybe, more than any other, ex- 
 pressive of God's Tenderness and Love, that come 
 from the Innermost God-Essence. At times of 
 great earth-sorrow to the earth-man this Holy 
 Influence is felt, and encircles the crushed mortal 
 (flat like an ironed, black metal-surface) with the 
 Angel-wings ever nestling about him, and giv- 
 ing the God-Sympathy permeated with Celestial 
 Hope and God-Love. It is then that man in his 
 loneliness needs the God-Presence the most, and 
 the need is supplied by the permeation that comes 
 to him, mortal-mai^ through us, His Angel- 
 spirits. 
 
 It is*God's Divine Compassion that so completely 
 fills at this time with Divine Compassion, spread- 
 ing, enveloping, with the glory and serenity inter- 
 twined, as the fall of the earth's sun into the dark- 
 ness of night . . . but still more like the creeping 
 glory of dawn ; for this leads to the awakening and 
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 sunlight, and revivifies the vital, halting processes 
 of man's activity. 
 
 It is a staff of radiant Light, strong in its 
 spiritual strength to uplift and support with its 
 gleam of tenderness and comfort, so that the man 
 of earth may not be overwhelmed in his abyss of 
 suffering, but live again his earth-life, fulfilling his 
 destiny there. And this impression to the mortal, 
 permeating at the time of his greatest need, lingers 
 in the human consciousness, mid is the germinating 
 seed through which materiality and worldliness die 
 in him, and give his eye the soul-gleam, which 
 means that God is with him in nearness. And so 
 he walks throughout life surrounded by the holy 
 influences, and is born again through sorrow and 
 the God-Emanation of Divine Compassion. 
 
 Let the mortal kneel at the spiritual shrine of 
 Divine Compassion, the Holy Comforter, and 
 adore ! It is ever near, awaiting the call of worlds' 
 mortals. Its Essence is the inner Essence of Love, 
 a Fold within a Fold, the Inner Heart of the Inner 
 Heart of the God-Head. It is inexpressible, and 
 only to be understood as the great need sends it to 
 the great void and emptiness, which come through 
 sorrow. . . . The Divine Compassion (gentle 
 earth words!) ! Tell the mortal to repeat them 
 often. . . . He will be comforted. 
 
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 LXVII 
 
 FEBRUARY 10TH, MORNING, LATER. 
 
 I am with you again in the brightness of your 
 room. I have told you that mortals receive benefi- 
 cent influences through us, that are not of us. 
 Here, in the Realm of Light, it is different, and 
 the Influences are direct from the God-Essence, 
 through the Christ-Permeation. The Christ moves 
 through these Heavenly planes. I have told you. 
 So what comes to the worlds' men as permeations 
 from Heavenly influences is reflexive through us. 
 For us, the spirits of these places of Light, the 
 influence is direct, and its power (no word! . . . 
 cold!) is enhanced to a degree for which there is 
 no earth phraseology. The nearest that man can 
 understand is the inspirational feeling that comes 
 to an inspired prophet, or an inspired genius . . . 
 and that is far away in its stimulative quickening to 
 the ethereal stimulation of God's Essence about 
 us. With stimulation there is serenity. Can you 
 understand this? I am vainly trying to express 
 spiritual forces and states through the insignifi- 
 cant and inadequate earth-word language. I have 
 endeavored to impress on mortals the idea of 
 spiritual happiness, and through this repetition, to 
 emphasize. Through it there is the overwelling 
 
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 (no word!) gratitude (cold again!) that God's 
 Essence is all-permeating here, that we of the 
 former worlds '-planes have been released from our 
 bondage, that the realization of the spiritual state 
 transcends the greatest possible earth- visions, that 
 all earth-clouded doubts of the future can never 
 more exist, that trouble, care, infirmity, will never 
 again be in the spiritual consciousness, that there 
 is Heavenly peace, but not eternal rest, for the 
 Spirits of Light are active and growing and living 
 and reaching. 
 
 So let the mortal raise his spiritual eyes to these 
 |Places of our Abode, for each will enter his own 
 Mansion. ... I give the message: . • . Prepare! 
 
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 LXVIII 
 
 FEBRUARY llTH, AFTERNOON. 
 
 I am with you again, awaiting the further de- 
 velopment of my Message through you. You are 
 too tense and must relax. I am writing to you 
 again of the spirit-planes and places. There are 
 questions in your mind. Through God's Grace we 
 are here as His Spiritual Children. There is no 
 annihilation of the mortal soul, or of the soul of 
 the different creations of different mortal worlds. 
 There is understanding through emanation of the 
 different systems of spirit-creation, of spirit-man 
 of different worlds who have come here, the ani- 
 mals, plants, flowers, and what man calls inanimate 
 rock and stone. They all have their spiritual mani- 
 festations here and their harmonization. They all 
 grow toward higher expression in the higher 
 spiritual planes, which number is not to be ex- 
 pressed through mortal enumeration. They have 
 their inner, intimate consciousness and communi- 
 cation, kind with kind, in which they have the same 
 happiness as the spirit-mortals have in their own. 
 They communicate also with all spirit -representa- 
 tion of all-creation, and are understood by the 
 mortal-man spirit, when he has "passed over." . . . 
 So tree will communicate with flower, and flower 
 
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 with rock, and the spirit-life of mortals understands 
 them all. . . . 
 
 In this manner is the Heavenly Unity permeated 
 by Love. 
 
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 LXIX 
 
 FEBRUARY llTH, AFTERNOON. 
 
 I begin again! . . . There are no burdens in 
 this Heavenly Realm. A burden is a weight, not 
 commensurate to its strength of support. On the 
 mortal planes, man has not learned yet to call with 
 sufficiently vital faith from Heavenly sources, so 
 that support may be sufficient for the need. So 
 there exist earth-burdens, under which man totters 
 and is often overwhelmed. I send the message: 
 "Knock, and it shall be opened unto you ! Ask, and 
 you shall receive!" But the demand must be strong, 
 a higher faith must exist, not a pusillanimous knock- 
 ing or asking. Mortal-man of different worlds' 
 systems does not yet understand the word faith. 
 Fear and doubt, the double-edged sword of subtle 
 destruction, have bit by bit shattered its pieces, and 
 only with slow labor do they find each other again, 
 so as to make the strong faith and not the one, 
 doubt-eaten and fear-stricken. So the words, 
 "Knock, and it shall be opened unto you," must be 
 felt again, as I have told you before in these 
 Letters, with a new, vigorous and fresh vision which 
 will kindle conviction. 
 
 Doubt and fear ! They are the sentinels of dark- 
 ness and malediction that stand before faith and 
 
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 keep the God-Essence from entering the human 
 heart. It is so simple! Tell mortals to study the 
 little child more, and faith will blossom soon with 
 them. 
 
 The burdens of Heaven! ... I have spoken 
 of those of earth. There are none in these Heaven- 
 ly planes, for the uplifting powers of spiritual 
 forces, higher than our own, are so immediate and 
 all-surrounding that faith is no longer a char- 
 acteristic of the spirit-soul. It is not necessary. 
 Realization is ever present. 
 
 . . . My brothers of the mortal world, can you 
 sense in a small degree from what I have just told 
 you, the spiritual radiance of these planes of ours? 
 For faith, the faith that the Precious Christ 
 preached on earth as something necessary and all- 
 abiding to mortal-man, has given place to the 
 higher realization. . . . The Regal Crown to the 
 Flower ! 
 
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 LXX 
 
 FEBRUARY llTH, EVENING. 
 
 Calm ! . . . Rest ! . . . I am with you again, my 
 Beloved, with the deep love in my heart for all 
 earth-mortals, and the wish, . . . ardent (no 
 word!) to comfort them and give them a new hope 
 and a new belief, a stronger surety on the old, 
 wavering faith that casts its vision only upward to 
 the fields of stars where mortal man has been 
 fictitiously taught to look in aspiration. He must 
 look past the stars. That vision to the stars in its 
 almost infinite earth-limits is a distance like the 
 short-measured rule he uses to measure limited 
 earth-distance. But the place of his vision, of his 
 faith, should be centered on God's Realm, the Place 
 of "Many Mansions," the infinite planes of in- 
 finite beings from infinite worlds. And through 
 life he should walk with this vision always before 
 him, and remember that his Mansion there, and 
 his influence as one of the infinite number in that 
 Mansion, depend on his mortal aspirations for that 
 place, which are measured by deeds, duty, kindness, 
 godliness, reverence, a clean heart, imagination, and 
 the eternal hope and belief in regeneration and the 
 new birth through Heavenly Forces and in Heav- 
 enly Places. Deeds and duty! . . . Man was in- 
 
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 tended for action with a never slumbering hope and 
 vision. . . . Kindness! An earth-flower, nurtured 
 there by God's Love . . . but it must spring into 
 action by sowing the soul-seeds through mortal 
 nurture. . . . Godliness! Following the prompt- 
 ings of his profoundest heart-impulses. These are 
 the Divinity or God-Essence in his nature. They 
 must be obeyed. . . . Reverence! a trait of son- 
 ship that bears its own nobility. . . . Chastity! 
 White! The Inner Garment! . , ♦ 
 
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 LXXI 
 
 A FEW MOMENTS LATER. 
 
 I am with you again. . . . You are tired. . . . 
 We are near the end. ... I feel the influences 
 waning. . . . My Beloved, the Message I give to 
 you from the Higher Realm is drawing to a close 
 ... I feel them leaving me. ... I send my over- 
 whelming love-impulses through to the mortal- 
 world. . . . My last Message is: Believe and 
 Know with a New Faith and Full Conviction, 
 There is No Death! ... I have told this to the 
 world-mortals for their regeneration. ... I leave 
 
 yOU. . . . ANNE SIMON. 
 
 iA&a^cy^- 
 
 IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING. 
 
 ... I am with you again, my beloved husband; 
 the Message is over and it is sufficient and will be 
 a great uplift to the world. ... I write again for 
 the end. ... It is on your mind: 
 
 (Yvw 
 
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 . . . The inspirational Message is over . . • I 
 will be with you always, and am now, at this mo- 
 ment. . . . You heard my manifestation. . . . No. 
 there is no more! . . . m , .. 
 
 
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 LXXII 
 
 FEBRUARY 12TH, 1 :20 A. M. 
 
 . . . All is well and beautiful. . . . Fear! . . • 
 Remember! . . . The Message is the Message! 
 . . . There is no more! . . . Dick, I wrote these 
 after I had closed. . . . Place them last in my 
 Letters. . . . 
 
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