Yes
it is, yes, it's Soliver! How are you? Raymond's here!
M.F.A.L
- Is he here already?
Yes,
of course he is!
(Fed,
sotto voce - What's he say?) He says he hasn't come to play with Feda, or make
jokes; he's come about serious things.
Do
you remember, Miss Olive [Feda's name for Lady Lodge], some time ago, about
that beautiful
experience what he had? He's so glad that you and Soliver know about it, even though the others can't take it
in. Years hence he thinks they may. He says, over there, they don't mind talking about the real things, over there,
'cos they're the things that count.
He thinks the one that took it in mostly was Lionel.
Yes' it seemed to sink in mostly; he was turning it over afterwards, though he didn't say much. He's more ready for
that than the others. He says he would never have believed it when he was here, but be is.
He hasn't been to that place again, not that same place.
But he's been to a place just below it. He's been attending lectures, at what they call, "halls of learning": you can
prepare yourself for the higher spheres while you are living
in lower ones. He's on the third, but he's told that even now he could go on to the fourth if he chose; but he says
he would rather be learning the laws ap-per-taining to each sphere while he's still living on the third, because it brings
him closer-at least until you two have come over. He will stay and learn, where he is. He wouldn't like to go on there
and then find it to be difficult to get back. He will wait till we can go happily and comfortably together!
Would it interest you for him to tell you about one of
the places he's been to? It's so interesting to him, that he might seem to exaggerate; but the experience is so
wonderful, it lives with him.
He went into a place on the fifth sphere-a place he
takes to be made of alabaster. He's not sure that it really was, but it looked like that. It looked like a kind of a
temple - a large one. There were crowds passing into this place, and they looked very happy. And he thought, "I wonder what
I'm going to see here." When he got mixed up with the crowd going into the temple, he felt a kind
of (he's stopping to think). It's not irreverency what he says, but he felt a kind of feeling as if he had had too much
champagne - it went to his head, he felt too buoyant, as if carried a bit off the ground.
That's
'cos he isn't quite attuned to the conditions of that sphere. It's a most extraordinary feeling. He went in, and he
saw that though the building was white, there were many different lights: looked like certain places covered in red,
and . . . was blue, and the centre was orange. These were not the crude colours that go by those names, but a
softened shade. And he looked to see what they came from. Then he saw that a lot of the windows were extremely
large, and the panes in them had glass of these colours. And he saw that some of the people would go and stand in
the pinky coloured light that came through the red glass, and others would stand in the blue light, and some would
stand in the orange or yellow coloured light. And he thought, "What are they doing that for?" Then some one
told him that the pinky coloured light was the light of the love-colour; and the blue was the light of actual spiritual
healing; and the orange was the light of intellect. And that, according to what people wanted, they would go and stand
under that light. And the guide told him that it was more important than what people on earth knew. And that, in
years to come, there would be made a study of the effect of different lights.
The pinky people looked clever and developed in their
attitude and mentality generally; but they hadn't been able to cultivate the love-interest much, their other interests had
overpowered that one. And the people who went into the intellectual light looked softer and happy, but not so clever
looking. He says he felt more drawn to the pink light himself, but some one said, "No, you have felt a good deal
of that," and he got out and went into the other two, and he felt that he liked the blue light best. And he thinks that
perhaps you will read something into that. I had the other conditions, but I wanted the other so much. The blue
seemed to call me more than the others. After I had been in it some time, I felt that nothing mattered much, except
preparing for the spiritual life. He says that the old Raymond seemed far away at the time, as
though he was looking back on some one else's life-some one I hadn't much connexion with, and yet who was linked
on to me. And be felt, "What does anything matter, if I can only attain this beautiful uplifting feeling." I can't tell you
what I felt like, but reading it over afterwards, perhaps you will understand. Words feel powerless to describe it. He
won't try, he will just tell you what happened after.
We sat down-the seats were arranged something like
pews in a church-and as he looked towards the aisle, he saw coming up it about seven figures. And he saw, from
his former experience, that they were evidently teachers come down from the seventh sphere. He says, they went
up to the end part, and they stood on a little raised platform; and then one of them came down each of the
little aisles, and put out their hands on those sitting in the pews. And when one of the Guides put his hand on his
head, he felt a mixture of all three lights - as if he understood everything, and as if everything that he had ever felt, of
anger or worry, all seemed nothing. And he felt as if he could rise to any height, and as if he could raise
everybody round him. As if he had such a power in himself. He's stopping to think over it again.
They sat and listened, and the first part of the
ceremony was given in a lecture, in which one of the Guides was telling them how to teach others on the lower
spheres and earth plane, to come more into the spiritual life, while still on those lower planes. I think that all that
went before was to make it easy to understand. And he didn't get only the words of the speaker, words didn't seem
to matter, he got the thought-whole sentences, instead of one word at a time. And lessons were given on
concentration, and on the projection of uplifting and helpful thoughts to those on the earth plane. And as he sat
there - he sat, they were not kneeling-he felt as if something was going from him, through the other spheres on to the earth,
and was helping somebody, though he didn't know who it was. He can't tell you how wonderful it was; not once it
happened, but several times.
He's even been on to the sixth sphere too. The sixth
sphere was even more beautiful than the fifth, but at present he didn't want to stay there. He would rather be
helping people where he is.
OJL.-
Does he see the troubles of people on the earth?
Yes, he does sometimes.
I do wish that we could alter people so that they were
not ashamed to talk about the things that matter. He can see people preparing for the summer holidays, and yet
something may prevent them. But the journey that they have got to go some time, that they don't prepare for at all.
M.F.A. L.-How can you prepare for it?
Yes, by speaking about it openly, and living your life
so as to, make it easier for yourself and others.
OJL.-
Is Raymond still there? Has he got any more tests to give, or anything to, say, to the boys or anybody?
Did they understand about the yacht?
OJL.-
Yes, they did.
And about the tent?
OJL.-
Yes, they did.
He's very
pleased - it bucks him up when he gets things through.
OJL.-
Have you learnt any more about [the Colonel']
He's not on the spirit side. He feels sure he isn't.
Somebody told him that there was a body found, near the place where he had been, and it was dressed in uniform like
he had had. But something had happened to it here (pointing to her head).
OJL.-
Who was it told you?
Some one on the other side; just a messenger, not one who
knew all about it. No, the messenger didn't seem to know J. K. personally, but he had See record on P. 254.
gathered the information from the minds of people on the earth plane. And Feda isn't quite sure, but thinks that there
was something missing from the body-missing from the body that they took to be him, which would have identified him.
OJL.-
Do you mean the face?
No, he doesn't mean the face.
(M.F.A. L., here pointing to her chest, signified to me
that she knew that it was the identification disk that was missing.)
M.F.A. L.-Why was it missing?
Because it wasn't he! In the first place, it couldn't be,
but if that had only been there, they would have known. He can't say where he is at the present moment, but he
heard a few days ago that he is being kept somewhere, and as far as he can make out, in Belgium. It's as though he had
been taken some distance.
Raymond's not showing this-but Feda's shown in a
sort of flash a letter. First a B, and then an R . But the B doesn't mean Belgium; it's either a B or an R, or both. It
just flashed up. It may mean the place where he is. But Raymond doesn't know where he is, only he's quite sure
that he isn't on the spirit side. But be's afraid he's ill.
OJL.-
Have you anything more to say about E. A.? [See 3 March record, p. 243.]
No, no more. Raymond came to Feda to help the lady
who came. Feda started describing Raymond. And he said, no, only come to help. And then he brought the one what
was drownded. He came to help also with another, but Feda didn't tell that lady, 'cos she didn't know you. He
doesn't like Feda to tell. Feda couldn't understand why he wanted to help, because she didn't know he knew that
gentleman. He helped E. A. to build up a picture of his home. Perhaps she thinks it was Feda being so clever!
OJL.-
Yes, I know, she's been there to see it. [See P. 245.]
Yes, and she found it what she said. He told
her that she wouldn't be seeing his mother. She couldn't see why she shouldn't see his mother; but she didn't. [True.]
Raymond hasn't got any good tests. He can't
manufacture them, and they are so hard to remember.
OJL.-
Is he still in his little house?
Oh yes, he feels at home there.
OJL.-
He said it was made of bricks-I could make nothing of that.
I knew you couldn't! It's difficult to explain. At-om-; he
say something about at-om-ic principle. They seem to be able to draw ( ?) certain unstable atoms from the
atmosphere and crystallise them as they draw near certain central attraction. That isn't quite what Feda thinks of it.
Feda has seen like something going round-a wheel- something like electricity, some sparks dropping off the
edge of the wheel, and it goes crick, crick, and becomes like hard; and then they falls like little raindrops into the long
thing under the wheel-Raymond calls it the accumulator. I can't call them anything but bricks. It's difficult to know
what to call them. Wait until you come over, and I'll show you round. And you will say, "By Jove, so they are!"
Things are quite real here. Mind, I don't say things are as heavy as on the earth, because they're not. And if he hit or
kicked something it wouldn't displace it so much as on the earth, because we're lighter. I can't tell you exactly what it
is; I'm not very interested in making bricks, but I can see plainly how it's apparently done.
He says it appears to him too, that the spirit spheres
are built round the earth plane, and seem to revolve with it. Only, naturally, the first sphere isn't revolving at such a
rate as the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh spheres. Greater circumference makes it seem to revolve more
rapidly. That seems to have an actual effect on the atmospheric conditions prevailing in any one of the
spheres. Do you see what he's getting at?
OJL.-
Yes. He only means that the peripheral velocity is greater for the bigger spheres, though the angular
velocity is the same.
Yes, that's just what he means. And it does affect the
different conditions, and that's why he felt a bit careful when he was on a higher sphere, in hanging on to the ground.
