TILL WE MEET AGAIN
SO I say, what
Is there evidence that the dead
are alive, or is there not? Of course you can reply that the evidence as
I have described it in this book appears convincing, but after all it is
my evidence and not yours. Had the same things happened to you
that I contend have happened to me, then the doubt might be in my mind
and not in yours. Nine out of ten people declare, Let
me sit in on one of those materializing sessions, and see, and talk
with, someone I have known in life, and Ill
believe. The odd thing I confront a hundred
times a year is the fact that precisely such sight and speech occurs and
yet those people by no means believe. It must have been some sort of
trick or illusion, they will tell you, or if it were not trickery or
illusion, then it was possibly a demonstration by the Devil himself. You
would be astonished to realize what numbers of otherwise rational and
normal people are more ready to accredit the existence and demonstration
of their beloved relatives and friends indicating their existence on the
higher planes of life. Again and again I have sought to explain to my
own satisfaction what can be operating in the mental processes of such
doubters, or rather, accreditors of Satan? I have come to the conclusion
that whey by no means believe in Satan literally, but that karmic
complexes are operating that they can y no means ignore.
Reluctantly I am
compelled to decide that insufferable human vanity lies at the
bottom of much of it.
People dont care to admit
that something important has been going on of which they have been kept
in woeful ignorance. The same chagrin assails them as afflicted the
Scotsman who was persuaded to bet a shilling on a horse race and to his
stupefaction won two pounds. In the devils
name, cried Sandy, how
long has this been happening?
Then again there is the
chagrin arising from realization that some previous teacher or mentor,
in whom they had every cause to repose confidence, may have instructed
them wrongly. This apparently is Mrs. Eddys
predicament as being suc h previous teacher or mentor. I had it
illustrated the day following one of the sessions I have lately set
down, when a life-long Christian Scientist who
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had been present got me into a corner and asked in a whisper
Please tell me what it was that I witnessed last night?
I asked, You mean the Eddy manifestation?
He qualified, I saw a womans
figure substantial enough in your study. The features resembled Mrs.
Eddys as we have come to know them from
paintings of her in life. The voice that came from the figure
declared it was Mary Eddy speaking and talked penitently and devoutly.
But Mrs. Eddy told us without reservations in Science & Health
that there is no such thing as spirit-return, so
what was I looking at and hearing?
you hear her say plainly enough that she erred in earth-life in writing
that there was no spirit-return or communication?
Yes, I heard it. But if I concede that Mary
Eddy erred in a single statement anywhere in Science & Health, Ive
got to concede she might have erred in a hundred statements? And I cant
you do that?
Unless I accept that Mary Eddy was infallible
in all the statements about Mind and Matter that she uttered in
earth-life, I might as well throw all Science overboard. Who am I to say
whic h of her earthly statements were true and which were in error?
It wouldnt occur
to you, would it, that plain self-chagrin might be working in you?
That you hate to acknowledge you listened to a teacher who wasn
But Truth has to be
infallible or it isnt Truth.
Granted. But cant
you grasp that your deification of Mrs. Eddy, as being synonymous with
Truth, is your weakness, not hers? The lady herself is bog enough
in character to admit she made a blunder in that one item of s pirit-return
or communication. She is evidentlysomewhat
pathetically and not damn a great book of hers otherwise because on Page
70 she wrote some inaccurate pronouncements? Are you yourself a
congenital liar and not to be trusted in any of your statements
because you gave business partner some incorrect information about the
stock market last week that I lost him five thousand dollars?
am merely a follower of hers who took the entire volume of her
principles for granted. If Ive got to throw
the chapter on Spiritualism and Animal Magnetism out of Science &
Health, Ive got to toss away the whole
incapable of judging what otherwise might be or more
Then your own
discretions and discrimination dont enter
into it? Im not
capable of having anynot in religious
matters. Why do you imagine you were given a
I wasnt given a
mind to argue something of which Im humanly
ignorant. So I say to you, what was it I saw with my eyes and heard with
my ears last night? I certainly did see and hear something, but Mary
Eddy herself said there was no such thing. So where does that leave
It leaves you, I
answered, in the somewhat incongruous
position of believing
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statements she made in print in earth-life but doubting the statements
she made vocally in ethereal life.
Im not persuaded
it was Mrs. Eddy who mad the vocal statements.
Very good, who was it?
dont know. It could be someone impersonating
her, couldnt it? To
To destroy Christian
Don't be ridiculous, man. How could the
elimination of those two chapters in Science & Health
Science in its profounder and more constructive recommendations of the
powers of Mind over Matter? My visitor couldnt,
or wouldnt reply. The face was, his intellect
had been sealed up across a number of years against accrediting anything
as reality that couldnt be measured, and he
didnt propose to unseal it at fifty-six.
. Why is Religion the only
field in which the intellect must be sealed and such sealing adulated?
Supposing the scientist manifested the same sealed intellect, or the
Why go on with it?
LIFE insurance statistics inform us that a person
dies physically in
the United States every eight seconds day and night the clock around.
Each bids final adieu to the physical vehicle that has permitted him
such characteristic expression since the doctor spanked the breath of
life into expression since the doctor spanked the breath of life into
his infantile organism and he issued forth into a consciousness of
worldly reality afresh. He carries in his soul-self his load of earthly
memoriesnot to mention sense of identityhis
spiritual attainments and even the design-pattern of his physical
appearance. If he did not carry his thinking apparatus in his soul-self,
even the Pentecostal plan of Salvation advocated theologically would
have no meaning, since eternal rewards or punishments would then have no
significance to him. Why reward or punish a soul for something that is
utterly oblivious to his mental ensemble? If you concede the
continuation of the personality in the Pentecostal salvation program,
youre forced to acknowledge it in areas of
consciousness to which the soul-self does arouse in likelier
orientations of Truth. My own conclusions and convictions after
twenty-six years of exploring and experimenting in octaves higher than
the mortal have it that thinking and reasoningwhich
entails all the phenomena of rememberingare
strictly attributes of the spirit personality, and the bodily brain has
little to do with it at all. The bodily brain has been responsible, true
enough, for conveying sense-impressions of the material world to that
spirit intellect, but the Design-Body is the real repository for them of
permanence. If this were not true, the 17-year-old boy, Roger, who
materialized in my studio a week ago Friday night could not have carried
on a running conversation with his Uncle Lawrence about events in the
family in Chicago that occurred back in 1937. Do
you remember the litter red sweater with the turtle-neck you bought me
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Uncle Lawrence, that I was so proud of?
these were voluntary interrogations on Rogers
part and his uncle as readily acknowledge them. As for the Light-Body or
Design-Body being the exact prototype in a higher atomic frequency of
the physical self, how about Walter Stinson offering seventy-two
replicas of his hand containing his accurate fingerprints, as his toilet
articles showed them to have been in mortality? I claim that people who
still find objections and challenges to such evidence are putting
themselves in the category with my Christian Scientist friendor
the aforementioned Scotsmanwhose self-chagrin
is apparent in their demand, How long has
this been going on? But to return to this
matte of the personality discovering itself emerged from the chrysalis
of the physical vehicle
ascends into a sort of double consciousnessof
the higher ethereal reality where there are landscapes and architectural
structures and forms of society not unlike those it has left in this
lower worldand of the coarser or grosser
atomic ensemble that we term the mortal exhibit. Having gained to the
higher condition, the soul-self discovers it can, by a sort of
manipulation of its vibrations, manifest on both levels at one. Or
rather, it makes the discovery that the mortal world seems to be the
shadow or replica of the ethereal world. It is, certainly, more
conscious of the operations of life on this lower and slower plane than
we upon this lower and slower plane are commonly conscious of the
existence of those on the higher. Understand me in all this; Im
not attempting to rationalize all conditions of the after-life in this
closing chapter. Im merely conveying to you
what obviously happens to the graduating soul as Ive
learned about it from twenty-six years of aggressive contact. If you
want the whole agenda of the sensations of dying
and the orientation following discarnation, you can get it in a score of
other books youll find Ive
written on the subject. But here is one interesting feature of
when this Light-Body,
Design-Body, Pattern-Bodycall it what you
willdisengages from the long-time physical
self, it seems to go into the ethereal world stark naked. Harriet has
described in derail how relatives, guardians or helpers are at hand to
take it in charge and convey it to what they call The Rose-Room of Rest.
There they permit it to nap for a time and recover its strength and
poise. During this interval the relatives, guardians and helpers,
weave out of
higher atomic stuffs by the operations of Thought the fabrics in which
the personality will subsequently be clothed in the interests,
apparently, of common decency. On only one occasion have I ever beheld a
soul-spirit materialize in a nude appearance on this side, and that
seemed to be because the tulle-stuffs of which the clothing
was composed were so tenuous as to seem almost transparent, disclosing
the feminine charms beneath. But assuming the Thought-Weaving provides
garments for the transitioning spirit, the next occasion is an awakening
in truth to the fact that the transition has been made by sometimes
conveying the soul-spirit back into the earthly condition and permitting
it to be present at the burial service over its lifeless clay.
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I recall upon an occasion of the materialization of
Harry Martin, my former executive associate in Asheville, that he
laughingly criticized the laudatory remarked I spoke over his bier as I
preached his funeral sermon. It was an
awfully funny experience, Harry attested,
listening to you pronouncing all that
malarkey over my effigy lying in a box surrounded by flowers, whereas
the real me was right there in the funeral parlor, practically beside
you, conscious o f two worlds at once,
the world from which I had come and the world which I had suddenly
gained. On another occasion in a town near
Seattle, Mr. Samuel Labbe of Portland, a former associate of mine in the
Northwest, was reported to me as communicating during a public Bertie
Lilly Candler sιance and saying the same to a
group of a hundred listening and watching people. At still a third
occasion in Manhattan in 1945, my little 83-year-old mother succeeded in
and thanking my son-in-law, Melford pearson, for the help he contributed
to her burial services when I had been able to attend. Such data would
fill a volume unto itself.
However, while the lowering of the personal
onto the frequencies of the mediums ectoplasm
may produce a condition where the soul-self may manifest its identity on
this physical plane of earth, by no means does it follow that these are
strictly one-way trips. There are occasions beyond listing where living
persons on This Side have made incursions but not the higher ethereal
strata without physical death resulting
LOOKING back over
all the adventures, explorings, and contacts I have succeeded in
negotiating the past two-and-a-half decades, I can appreciate now that
such was exactly the thing I described purblingly in the now celebrated
narrative, My Seven Minutes in Eternity. I left my 38-year-old
physical self lying on the bed in an upper room of my bungalow on Mount
Curve Drive in Altadena, California, on the night of May 29, 1928, and
spent something like four hours interviewing former friends and
associates whose similar bodies I had seen buried in cemeteries. You
remember, if you read that article in The American at the time,
that I was shameless in describing my physical
condition in the first half of the experience as being nude. It was not
only because no one was present in the first sequence except two
men-friends, Albert Boyden and William Derieux, that I felt no
embarrassment. My physical condition was simply not an item I my
thinking at the moment. This corresponded perfectly with what Harriet
recounted to us the other evening about the Rose-Room of Rest. Later, in
the second half of the Seven-Minute experience, when a large assortment
of mixed company entered the now-famous patio to greet me, I no longer
sensed myself as naked. From somewhere I had acquired a sort of Greek
chiton to cover me, although I had always supposed it had materialized
in the aftermath of my sampling a pool of oddly clear water in the
southeastern corner of the beauteous place. Now Im
not so certain that I hadnt
woven my own
chiton garment by powers of though subconsciously, not desiring to
confront lady friends in my birthday suit. The point is immaterial.
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The fact remains that we do vacate our earthly
mortal vehicles upon occasion and penetrate the higher areas, just as
those in the higher areas do upon occasion descend into our
shadow world and
give tacit evidence of their personality survival. I got over
30,000 letter of attestments from AMERICAN
MAGAZINE readers, not only congratulating me for
writing so candid and revealing an article, but describing similar
experiences in their own rights which they had been diffident about
confiding to their intimates. I took heart at those. If 30,000 other
persons had undergone a similar discarnation at some time or other in
their lives, then my own experience after all was not so bizarre nor so
peculiar. But more significant than these have been the numbers of
persons I likewise have encountered who have attainted some degree of
proficiency of ascending from on octave of consciousness into the
higher, voluntarily and deliberately. But the attainment of such
adeptship belongs in a realm of mystical accomplishment outside the data
of this book
ONE OTHER matter I do wish to touch upon
briefly, however, before writing Finis to this manuscript
the queries that long-since have come to me
about confronting so-called Dwellers on the Threshold in making the
passing from the physical to the ethereal.
Judging from what Ive been
able to compile upon the subject, yes, theres
s sort of Astral Purgatory next above the strict physical conditions of
earth, where those of low, brutal, purblind soul-expression find
themselves blundering in a sort of semi-gloom, unable to discover where
they are or how to escape. It seems to be from such Low Astral that
Helena Blavatsky compiled her data in which she made such reference to
Dwellers on the Thresholdin Theosophy. In
this condition the low-grade and nondeveloped spirit finds itself
confronting Thought Forms and astral husks that may not be too pleasant
to contemplate. But its more or less a
self-elected condition. It is by no means obligatory for the
high-quality and altruistic spirit of the enlightened Christian who
accredits that he has no more to be fearful of in the After-life than he
had in contemplating the facts and factors of physical birth.
Howard Candler, Bertie
Lillys brother, who made the passing when he
was twenty-three, gave us a lengthy lecture on this condition of
nondeveloped souls at a recent Noblesville sιance,
from which I quote I said to Howard,
May I ask a question?
Isnt it true that on this plane we have
conditions of conflict between temperaments, but do profit by experience
if we have progress to make
whereas, when you
have no conflicting conditions, you wont
Howard answered in strong and emphatic accents, you
wont profit, because you must have the
mistakes and conflicts to profit. They are lessons in your life.
I said, Thats just
what I mean. You, on the higher levels then, would seem not to be
getting such character-increments in a state of society where all is
tranquil and without dissension. Of the two, would not the earth-state
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But you must remember, my
brother of earth, we have the lower planes here, where there is much
conflict, where men who have passed have not been prepared for that
passing, where souls have been ushered out in war and disasters, and the
criminals, and the murderers. They have their place of abode, and many
of them come back to the earth and are hovering around it, to seek
avenues to get through to destroy because they are not educated. These
are what we call Uneducated Souls.
I mean is, arent we developing our own
characters by combating those conditions?
you are, because if a child never fell down it would never try to get up
and move on. If you sat constantly in a chair and never exercised the
will to go forward, but just sat there, you would become an invalid.
Because you must have that push-power of the mind and the spirit, for
the body and the soul to go forward. Every experience is a teacher for
you, and its for every man upon the earth
plane to realize and understand and know its
a blessed experience hes going
through. And too, another thing is not to run away from anything.
Because it will follow you wherever you go, and youll
run into something more unpleasant than what you were trying to combat.
You cannot hide from a single thing. You must work it out because its
your path. Stars come and stars go, the sun shines and the rain falls;
it falls on the just and the unjust. Yet God never changes. He is just
in all things. But the mortal mind in sin and confusion has made the
mortal world that in which you live at the present time.
Dont we know it!
Our world is beautiful. Try
to realize our great seminaries, our great colleges;
we have the Great Teachers, the archangels,
we have our fountains and our lakes. We have all the things, my
friends of earth, that you have
I interrupted, do those interpenetrate the
atomic structures of this world or are they higher in Etheria?
very high in Etheria, he replied.
The atomic powers do not interfere with us.
Now some will say that whey frighten us. We do not become frightened
because the Spirit in which we move is not fearful or frightened?
Then you dont have any disruptions
from the atom bomb explosions? Positively
not. But those who are living in what you would call Purgatory, what the
Catholic would call the Dark Zones, from which whey have not evolved;
they become frightened because they can hear the explosions. And
when the souls from here go out on what you call missionary work, and
illuminate their Soul Light to find and help those people, you will see
the undeveloped falling with their faces to the earth, or they run down
into the Dark Waters to bathe themselves and hide from us because they
are afraid of the missionaries, like many of the people on your
earth-plane that missionaries would go out to teach and to help. Even in
your great schools of philosophy, many people criticize and are afraid
of them and want to shun them, isnt it true?
So it is over here. They are afraid and they run to escape the light and
illumination of the angels and all
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the spirits that go to save them as prey from a tiger.
Because they do not want to be helped. They have revenge in their hearts
because they were so undeveloped when they made the transition called
Death. They were so engrossed in sin and evil while in flesh that when
they make the transition called Death it is enveloped in their soul
consciousness. They have carried this with them in their Thought out
here and it had an effective reaction upon them, and they are afraid. Im
happy to greet you, friends. Its a glorious
privilege to have been here. And may God bless each one of you. I shall
voice to you again from time to time with my blessing. I will withdraw
and leave way for others. Howard Candler.
Christian cried, of course, But if what you
say be true, then what becomes of our current theologyin
fact, our whole Christian religion? The church teaches us that there is
only One Man who has ever enjoyed actual resurrection and that has been
Jesus the Christ. All the rest of the people who have died since Calvary
are asleep in Jesus
and know not anything until Judgment Day.
How reconcile the two?
Truth and Error can never be reconciled. And there is not a shred of
logic in expecting that they should be.
However, it isnt that the
church has the facts of survival wrong; the church has simply been the
espouser of a hypothesis that has been gravely warped, misrepresented
and, in cases, wickedly or stupidly prostituted. Christ himself was the
greatest psychic who ever trod this earth. He was great as a
clairvoyant, great as a clairaudient, great as a psychometric, great as
a divine medium. But clerics who knew naught of these marvels behind
mortality, or branded them as evil because they feared disclosures from
them, edited or censored out the facts of the early Christian
pertained to all of these phenomena, to suit their own inhibited or
sacred teaching, we get the doctrines
that theyand they aloehave
simply because numbers of such clerics have gathered in council from
time to time and legislated according to their bigotries instead of the
basic life-facts they have gone to no trouble to explore.
ANYHOW, I have written this initial book to
tell you exactly how it has been with me in arriving at a constant daily
psychology that Death is a misnomer, that mortal life is merely
experience in a classroom of earth where out bodies are the garments
that clothe us while we enact the role of students.
I am appalled neither by death itself as a fact of Cosmos
nor as a possibility for myself at any hour of the day. I was, in a
manner of speaking, allotted something like 26,280 days in this earthly
tenure to bring myself to maturity, do a certain work, and achieve a
certain result. Something like 22,542 of those days I have expended to
the moment. How shall I account for the 3,738 days that I have reason to
believe are left?
Getting back among my friends in the higher octaves will be like the
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a trip around the globe
might be, with all expenses paid, and somebody along to arrange tickers
However, the divine Father has been infinite in His
compassion for most of us who may not have arrived at my convictions
concerning survival, in that He has instituted a most beautiful process
for easing each transition. We do not all make the Passing at once!
As the years roll by, and
we grow older and maturer, the relatives, intimates and dear ones who have
been with us in many beloved adventures in the body, drop one by one along
the wayside. We attend funerals over their tired husks and weep many tears
that we shall not know such adventures with them more. But one by one they
are simply moving along ahead of us into the Radiant Summerland, until
finally there are more of them on That Side then on This. Going to them is
but a transport of reunion. We would rather he with the lovely horde of
them in realms of beauty than to continue to plod, stumble and endure in
this world of sorrows, disappointments and ordeals. So comes the moment
when our own life-equations are balanced, and the Hour Tranquil when we
lay us down to the peace that passes understanding
Need these be anything morbid about it? Should we consider it
phenomenal or carnal, either?
Well, anyhow, we do know that when we descended to this
mortal realm as babes, there were loving hearts ready to welcome us, and
loving hands ready to receive us and minister to us. If we have found that
to be so in the earthly venture, shall it not be doubly so in the venture
that is to come? Will not equally loving voices cry forth their greetings
as we are caught sight of in the throng mobbing in through heavens
gate, and arms be thrown about us that mean the end of separation?
I, for one, believe that it shall happen.
Incidentally forgive my mentioning that if, when I come
to such moment of entry, there be not a flag-patch pf wagging dog-tails,
and barks of excited welcome as all the dog souls I have ever loved leap
upon me in hysterical greeting, I shall count my life as poorly live d
indeed and heaven not the place that I fondly anticipate. But that is
To me there are no dead, even before the day of such
reunion is reached. I have seen the Broad Highroad, and the Grand
Progression on it. I have already talked and walked with those who have
witnessed the Bright Scene from a thousand dazzling vantage-points. And
this is my encyclicalWe are truly all gods,
advancing together from embryo, and he who would shrink from the realities
of Cosmos, performs but a shrinking from the divinity that is himself!
Suppose we leave it there
The Present Moment Always Endures!