Things About Life In the Higher Dimensions That Might Surprise You
Glenn Clark says after writing The Soul’s Sincere Desire, he tried the experiment of living for an entire year in the 5th, 6th and 7th dimensions. Like Henry David Thoreau, who also tried an experiment of living in a different dimension (for two years at Walden Pond), Glenn Clark tells us what he learned.
“If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings.”
All of Thoreau’s experience is corroborated by Glenn Clark — advancing confidently, trusting dreams, finding unexpected success, passing over invisible boundaries, discovering new and universal laws, living with the license of a higher order of being.
Here are eight insights I found in this final section. In the first one, exhibiting his simplicity and humbleness in Thoreau-like fashion, Clark explains how he conducted his grand experiment in higher dimensional living:
How did I do it? As the drop of water in the mud puddle is drawn out of its sordid environment by the simple act of giving itself unresistingly to the drawing power of the sun’s rays, in a similar way I was drawn out of the confusion of this three dimensional world by the simple act of giving myself unresistingly to the drawing power of the infinite, unlimited love of God.
Time and Space are necessary for spiritual beings to have a human experience. Glenn Clark says time and space are twin devices given us by which human beings may chart and bring under control the immensities of Infinity and Eternity. In another chapter he says time and space are two toys which God has given to us with which we amuse ourselves while waiting outside the Garden of Heaven.
God’s Divine Plan for each of us will do more to lift us into the higher dimensions than anything that may come to us outside of Jesus Himself. For a few minutes each day let God’s Divine Plan enlist all our senses, all our mind, all our emotions, all our will and at the end of three weeks we will find ourselves lifted into a new world.
Our mind knows through the senses, our soul knows through our dreams and desires. Our senses, inasmuch as they are normal and perfect, are the end-organs by which we detect the presence of objects in Space. Our dreams and our desires, insofar as they are the expression of real aspirations and real needs of our inner soul, are the end organs by which we detect the presence of events ahead of us in Time.
Put your mind and emotions in order and your senses will guide you aright. Put your souls in order and your dreams and desires will guide you aright... To put your soul in order is to bring it into alignment with the Plan of the Great Master Planner, and into rhythm with the true needs of all mankind, and let it rest in stillness in the midst of the great stillness of God.
Fatalism is where we with blindfolded eyes goes down a dangerous road with outstretched hands and straining ear, completely at the mercy of any object coming toward us. The higher divination comes when we move forward with all bandages removed and the area of foresight so greatly increased that they can avoid all necessity of accident. When that day of fore-knowledge arrives we shall find that it will be for humankind the actual beginning of free will.
It is strange how our five senses, geared to the outer physical world, can sometimes serve as instruments to introduce us to the unseen world. Many have heard celestial voices with their ears, or caught visions with their eyes, but it just may be that the humble sense of smell could be used as an instrument of God.
Cosmic consciousness seems to arrive earlier for those who have lost one or more members of their family. We who are left behind seem to be assisted in subtle ways by departed family, giving a new insight to the proclamation of Jesus, “Greater works than these shall you do, because I go to my Father.”
Thoreau was well-known, but not famous, in his lifetime. The same may be said of Glenn Clark. However, I believe that as Thoreau became famous for his prescient insight into the higher dimensions of nature, Glenn Clark will become famous for his prescient insight into the higher dimensions of super-nature. He will, I believe, lead a new generation, educated in the mysteries of the 4th dimension of quantum physics, into a practical and mature understanding and exploration of the 5th, 6th and 7th supernatural dimensions of the Cosmos.
Sunday, November 13, 2022
When one views life from the higher dimensions he discovers that there is only one Being in all the universe and that one is God; there is only one Emotion and that is Love; there is only one Time and that is the Eternal Now; there is only one Space and that is the Infinite Here; and finally, there is only one Motion and that is the motion to keep in balance with all these other Ones.
Perfection of any kind or of every kind is attained when one enters into the center of all those “Ones” at the same time. For instance, when you are entertaining no emotion but the emotion of Love — so perfectly filled with it that there is no room for fear or resentments or anything else — then you know what bliss is. If you are content in the Now with no regrets over the past and no worries for the future you know what joy is. If you are content in the Here with no envy or yearning for places where you are not supposed to be you know what peace is. In other words when you are content with the motionless motion of resting in the Love of God in the Here and Now you are experiencing heaven.
“Seek first the Kingdom of Heaven and all these things will be added unto you.” Seek first, said Jesus, in effect, this Kingdom of perfect equilibrium, this Kingdom of perfect rest, and all things will come to you in perfect sequence and perfect order.
This Kingdom of heaven is ours the moment we step into these four Ones all at the same time. As it is difficult for a novice in golf to remember all four rules he must obey at each stroke, and as it is equally difficult to drive four horses abreast, so one cannot expect to step into this Kingdom of Oneness without long practice. But once attained it is the simplest and the most natural way to live that there is. When we let our emotions split up from one into many, when we begin to worry about the future that never comes, when we become impatient to move to other places we have never seen, when we begin to make all kinds of restless, unmeaning motions that throw us out of balance with God, then it is that we become exposed to all the confusions this world falls heir to.
Perfect equilibrium, on the other hand, is yours when all your little motions are subordinated to the One Great Motion of keeping in balance with God in the Here and Now, and all your little emotions are subordinated to the Great Emotion of unselfish Love. Then you won’t need to seek ideas, Love will draw them to you in perfect sequence and perfect order; you won’t have to seek people for Love will draw just the right ones to you when you want to see them; you won’t have to seek for riches, for Love will draw your daily bread to you as you need it without the bother of storing it up for weeks in advance. If you look carefully at that masterpiece, the Lord’s Prayer, you will find that Jesus there lays down this pattern of perfect equilibrium with God in words you can never forget.
This kind of equilibrium is never monotonous, for there is no monotony in Love. You will find no boredom in this complete oneness, for as the white light of the sun, when passing through a prismatic lens, is broken up into the seven tints of the rainbow, so Love, to reach every area and meet every need of mankind, is broken up into the octave of reverence, adoration, compassion, forgiveness, comradeship, affection, loyalty and co-operation. When one starts playing on this octave he experiences the Music of the Spheres.
Abiding in that perfect Love of the One God, in his perfect Here and his perfect Now you will realize an inward Bliss you never experienced before, for you will be abiding in that Rest described in the 4th chapter of Hebrews, in that Trust described in the 91st Psalm, and that Peace described in the 6th chapter of Matthew. You will find yourself in equilibrium with all that ever was, ever is or ever shall be, where all mistakes of the past will be forgotten; where you will be impervious to any dangers of the present or future, and where there will be no enemies, but only friends.
Beneath Activity Lies Stillness
AFTER writing The Soul’s Sincere Desire, I tried the experiment of living for an entire year in the fifth, sixth and seventh dimensions; in other words, I definitely tried to put myself in such alignment with God and in such rhythm with mankind that I could live in the four Ones, all at the same time.
How did I do it? As the drop of water in the mud puddle is drawn out of its sordid environment by the simple act of giving itself unresistingly to the drawing power of the sun’s rays, in a similar way I was drawn out of the confusion of this three dimensional world by the simple act of giving myself unresistingly to the drawing power of the infinite, unlimited love of God.
In the next chapter I shall try to give some of the details by which this elevation was brought about; let it suffice at this point to say that to rise to this higher dimension, the one element that seemed most necessary was to surrender completely, totally, utterly, to the highest I knew and get very still. The strange paradoxical thing about this surrender and this stillness was that out of the surrender came power; out of the stillness came activity. The stiller I got, the more active I became, an activity that was amazingly free from all self-conscious effort. Never did I move so rapidly as I did then, never did I speak so fluently, write so easily, meet people so effec-tively, do so much, accomplish so much. And yet I seemingly did nothing. I merely stood still in the midst of a great stillness.
And how could I accomplish so much by doing nothing? Perhaps it was because through my surrender I had so completely entered into Christ’s stillness, so immersed myself in it, so identified myself with it, that I partook of the qualities of the One to whom I had surrendered. And as it was a great, unlimited, infinite stillness, perhaps I, too, became unlimited and infinite. At any rate, it was not until I had become one with that stillness that I became aware of what true infinity is.
When one steps into that seventh dimensional stillness he seems to be everywhere at once. Wherever the need draws him, behold he is there; wherever there is that which he needs, behold he is there. Space is blotted out, Time is blotted out. The past is in him, the present is in him, the future is in him. Whatever idea has been known in the past is available for him. But he does nothing except stand still in the midst of a vast stillness, and power and knowledge become his.
Many years ago you were a little child. As time rolls on you become an adult, aged and ripe in years. But you were always a child, and you are one now. You were always an adult ripe in years, and are one now. Viewed from the higher dimensions there need be no past or future; there is only one time and that is the Eternal NOW. Viewed from the lower dimensions the world seems to stretch to the east and to the west, to the north and to the south, but viewed from above there appears only one space — the Infinite HERE.
Wordsworth in “Tintern Abbey” was able to shut out the clamor of this three dimensional world by withdrawing from the haunts of man and contemplating the harmonious beauties of Nature:
“These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye:
But oft in lonely rooms, and ’mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration: — feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened; — that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on, —
Until the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy
We see into the life of things.
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.”
Tennyson was able to shut out the confusion of this three dimensional world by focusing all his mind, heart and senses upon a little flower:
“Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower — but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.”
One day I asked the question: As I am not a Wordsworth or a Tennyson, how can I reconcile the seeming fragmentariness of life and these fleeting glimpses of it offered me, with this inner awareness of the Infinite Here and the Eternal Now? Clear as a bell came the answer:
“God in his great love and kindness knows that the Infinite Here and the Everlasting Now are too big for you to see all at once and therefore he is unfolding them to you in a perfect sequence and a perfect order that has been arranged for you in heaven. All you need do is trust to that order and sequence, trust all things to unfold according to God’s perfect plan — and STAND STILL.”
And when I trusted this voice and stood still I seemed to move more rapidly through the world than the world had ever seen me move before. I found it impossible to account for this increased efficiency in my life that seemed to come from merely standing still until I turned in meditation one day to the mystery of a train running on its track.
Let us imagine that we are on a train that is carrying us to distant parts. Everything is arranged according to law and order. When time comes to eat, a waiter gives the call for dinner. When time comes to sleep, a porter makes our seat into a bed. The schedule is so planned that we are carried through the beautiful scenery in the daytime and through the less interesting portions at night.
But suppose we do not trust the plan of the journey. Suppose we believe we are being cheated by the Master Planner who has plotted out the trip. We shall therefore lie awake all night to see the scenery which is being hidden from us behind the curtain of darkness. We shall then be so drowsy in the daytime that we shall nap when passing the great canyon or beautiful mountain. We may not trust the sufficiency of the table d’hote dinner promised for the evening, and may nibble on popcorn and candy all afternoon and then be unable to eat at night the wonderful banquet laid before us. We may disarrange the beautiful order and sequence which the great Master has planned, but the order and sequence will remain. Others will find it. Because we happen to sleep during the day does not mean that the beautiful mountain is not there. Because we are unable to eat our dinner doesn’t mean that abundance to satisfy our needs is not there.
We might even rebel against going to the destination which has been planned for us — the beautiful and glorious destination which outshines our fondest dreams. We may pull down our curtains and not look out of the window and try to make believe the train is not moving. We may turn our back on our destination and walk away from it. Little do we know that even while walking away from our destination we are actually moving toward it. If we walk far enough, we shall come to the end of the train, and shall have to return again to the comfortable seat that has been arranged for us.
Thus our little rebellions will serve us naught, except to confuse the journey, waste our time, make us miss meeting people who are seeking us, miss scenery that would charm us, miss abundance of food and comfort and rest that has been prepared for us! Why try to flee from it, why try to disarrange it or supplant it with little, spiteful plans of our own? Why not simply sit still and abide in peace and calmness and move easily, smoothly, rhythmically onward in harmony with the Great Plan?
This is not mere fancy. We are all traveling through life on a train, but the train we ride on is a train of the inner consciousness. Some day we may learn that there is no movement in the world at all, excepting in the consciousness. And the consciousness moves from point to point in the great vastness which God has given us, from period and peak and pinnacle to period and peak and pinnacle. But we ourselves do not move.
When we go in perfect harmony with the Great Planner’s Plan we see all the beautiful scenery of the universe and enjoy all the comforts of the journey. When we are not in harmony with Him we fail to see or to enjoy that which was meant for us to see and enjoy. And yet the journey is the same journey, whether we enjoy it or rebel against it. For all our rebellion and distrust cannot destroy one whit of its marvelous beauty, happiness and comfort. We may, through our distrust, miss seeing the scenery. That is all. But even if we miss it, it is there.
After abiding in this stillness where everything I did was completely free of all self-conscious effort, I made a great discovery: Time and Space are two toys which God has given to man with which he amuses himself while waiting outside the Garden of Heaven. Whenever man puts on the colored glasses of Space, his entire life on earth appears as a constantly moving process; whenever he puts on the colored glasses of Time, his life on earth appears as a constantly growing process. Through the lens of Space everything appears to be coming and going; through the lens of Time everything seems to be growing and decaying.
But are the angels in heaven pestered by all this coming and going? Are they bothered by all this growing and decaying?
Suppose that for a moment we took off the spectacles of Time and Space and saw the world as the angels in heaven see it, as a simple Temple in the midst of Infinity and Eternity. It would then be revealed to us, in the twinkling of an eye, that all the Love that ever was, that ever is, that ever will be, exists at this very moment, is everywhere present and is instantly available whenever we need it or seek it; that all the friends we need or crave are seeking us; that all the sunshine we need is already out there coming continually from the solar rays; that all the gas and oil and coal is under our feet, waiting to be mined when the need calls; that all the poems, symphonies and sonatas are waiting for us deep in the mind of man, instantly available when the poet or composer calls.
True, these riches within ourselves or within the earth or within the ethers do not come at every haphazard call. They seem to await some inner, inscrutable Plan worked out in the blueprints of the Master Planner. But whenever we put ourselves in tune with the Divine Plan of this Master Planner all things seem able to come to us in perfect sequence and perfect order, in exactly the right way, at exactly the right time. We must be peaceful and patient: peaceful because our present need will be filled; patient because tomorrow’s need will not be filled till tomorrow. Yes, Catherine Mendenhall is right:
“Time is a Teacher; and Space is a Friend;
To keep us from traveling too fast and too far.
We have to learn Patience and then we can blend
With the Time and the Place wherever we are.”
Beneath Confusion Lies the Perfect Pattern
IN THE beginning of the last chapter it was promised that in this chapter would be given some of the details regarding methods that proved helpful in lifting me into the higher dimensions.
I began with the very simple experiment of denying the despotic totalitarianism of this three dimensional realm, and affirming the spaceless and timeless realities of the higher dimensional realm. I discovered that the reason why the 23rd Psalm was the most loved prayer in the world, adopted by Hindus, Buddhists and Mohammedans as well as by Jews, Catholics and Protestants, was because it is the perfect instrument for doing exactly that thing.
The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want.
I shall not want for peace: He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
I shall not want for security: He leadeth me beside the still waters,
I shall not want for healing: He restoreth my soul.
I shall not want for guidance: He leadeth me in paths of righteousness, for His name’s sake.
The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall fear no evil.
I shall fear no evil from death: For Thou art with me in the valley and the shadow.
I shall fear no evil from danger: For Thy rod and Thy staff shall protect me.
I shall fear no evil from famine: For Thou preparest a table before me.
I shall fear no evil from enemies: For Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
I shall fear no evil from mental disturbances: Thou anointest my head with oil.
I shall fear no evil from want: My cup runneth over.
I shall fear no evil from sin: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.
I shall fear no evil from separation from my Heavenly Father: I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Expanding on this principle, I wrote the psalm-prayers now found in the last chapter of The Soul's Sincere Desire. My way of shutting off the outer three dimensional world and concentrating upon the perfect realities in the upper dimensions was: I would hold the sheet containing a psalm-prayer in my hands, thus concentrating on it the sense of touch; I would read it with my eyes, thus utilizing the sense of sight; I would read it aloud, thus exercising the sense of taste; I would hear it with my ears, thus using the sense of hearing. If I had dropped some incense upon it I would have used all five senses so completely in this rite of the spirit that the whole outer world would have been blotted out. For instance I would read this psalm aloud.
Thou and Thy Love are infinite;
Thy Love therefore fills all space,
There is no space where Thy Love is not,
Otherwise it would not be infinite.
It is filling the very space which we are occupying,
Here and Now.
That Love is in us and we are in that Love.
We could not escape it if we would,
And we would not if we could.
It abides in us and we in it.
Therefore when we let go doubt, and irritation, and self,
And resign ourselves completely to the great All-Power
That resides within and about us,
We are Love, even as God is Love.
God then speaks through us,
Thinks through us, acts through us;
For when we speak, we speak Love,
When we think, we think Love,
When we create, we create Love;
For God always does His work by means of Love made manifest in man.
After reading this aloud once or twice until I was positively filled and charged with Love, I could walk past dangerous bulldogs — yes, I believe I could have entered a lion’s cage and no creature would have hurt me.
Other days I would read the other psalm-prayers on inspiration, wholeness or gratitude, whatever the need for me might be. I found these psalm-prayers especially effective in “Charging” me so full of love, faith, joy, and gratitude, that wonderful things began to occur every day in my life. The drawing power that lifted me so powerfully in these psalm-prayers finds its perfect expression in these living words of Christ:
“Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in Me. Henceforth, I call you not servants, for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth; but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of My Father I have made known unto you. Ye have not chosen Me but have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: That whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in My name, He may give it you! (John 15:4,15,16)
And I found great peace in this prayer of my own creating:
“Our Heavenly Father, henceforth we shall have no fear, for we trust utterly in Thee, and Thou art the God of Love, Giver of every good and perfect gift. Resting in Thee, and abiding eternally in Thy love, we are impervious as in a citadel, for no evil can henceforth reach us without first passing through Thee, being transformed in the process into perfect purity, perfect harmony, and perfect love. Hold us close to Thy heart, O Father, and accept our gratitude, our adoration, and our love. Amen.”
Finally I focused all these discoveries into the one — to me — tremendous discovery of God’s Divine Plan for each of us, the contemplation and acceptance of which did more to lift me into the higher dimensions than anything that had come to me outside of Jesus Himself.
I would advise my reader to accept this Divine Plan as a positive reality; believe it as an affirmation of truth; read it aloud if possible, so you can taste it and hear it at the same time you are feeling it with your hands and seeing it with your eyes. For a few minutes each day let it enlist all your senses, all your mind, all your emotions, all your will and see what happens at the end of three weeks. See if your ladder is turning into a stairway and your stairway into an elevator, and your elevator into a helicopter lifting you into a new world — or an old world turned new!
I. I believe that God has a Divine Plan for me. I believe that this Plan is wrapped in the folds of my Being, even as the oak is wrapped in the acorn and the rose is wrapped in the bud. I believe that this Plan is permanent, indestructible, and perfect, free from all that is essentially bad. Whatever comes into my life that is negative is not a part of this God-created Plan, but is a distortion caused by my failure to harmonize myself with the Plan as God has made it. I believe that this Plan is Divine, and when I relax myself completely to it, it will manifest completely and perfectly through me. I can always tell when I am completely relaxed to the Divine Plan by the inner peace that comes to me. This inner peace brings a joyous, creative urge that leads me into activities that unfold the Plan, or it brings a patience and a stillness that allow others to unfold the Plan to me.
II. I believe that this beautiful Divine Plan for me is a perfect part of the larger Pattern for the good of all, not something separate unto me alone. I believe that it has ramifications and interweavings that reach out through all the persons that I meet and all the events that come to me, and that the best way to put myself in harmony with the Divine Plan that is within myself is to accept with radiant acquiescence all the individuals and events that are drawn to me, seeing in them perfect instruments for the perfect unfoldment of my perfect Plan, in other words, I believe that to see harmony in that which is without brings harmony in that which is within, even as to see harmony in that which is within brings harmony in that which is without.
III. I believe that God has selected those persons who are to belong to my plan, and that through proximity, mutual attraction or need, they and I are continually finding each other out. I believe in praying for ever-increasing capacity to love and serve them and for greater worthiness to be loved and served by them in return. I believe in sending out a prayer to the Father to draw to me those who are meant to help me and to be helped by me, in order to express my life together with them.
IV. I believe in asking my Heavenly Father for only that which is mine to have, knowing that when the right time has come it will be made manifest. This enables me to look forward to receiving only those things which are mine according to the Providential Plan. It releases my mind from all anxiety and uncertainty. It eliminates fear, jealousy, and anger. It gives me courage and faith to do the things that are mine to do. When my mind is attuned to the things that are mine, I become free from greed, passion, impure thoughts and deeds; but when I look without or watch others to see what they are or are not receiving, I cut myself off from my own source of supply and minimize my power to receive.
V. I believe that the gifts of God are many thousands of times greater than I am now capable of receiving, and that I should therefore pray to increase my capacity both to receive and to give, for my power to receive is as great as my power to give, and my power to give as to receive. Gifts of God always bring peace, contentment and joy, and therefore anything in which I find a natural harmony and peace and which does not interfere with anyone else’s natural expression of life belongs to me, and any work for which I feel a natural call, by gift or inclination, is mine to do. When I am attuned to that which is mine I find no barrier in God’s Kingdom, hence I accept none.
VI. I believe that God’s Plan for life is a healthy happy expression for the good of all, and that everything that makes me feel happy to do will bring happiness to others. Therefore, when I am hindered from doing the thing that I want to do, I believe that God has closed the door only to open another, and that upon every closed door there is a sign pointing to a better and larger door just ahead. My disappointments, therefore, become His appointments. If I do not readily see the door just ahead, I believe that is because there is some blindness, deafness or disobedience within my life that walls me off from God and that God is using the resulting trouble or failure to help me find the inspiration and the guidance and the power to help overcome it so that I may see the right door.
VII. I believe that the chief essential of life is to keep in touch with the Father, and let the Divinity that is in me manifest through me. I believe that the whole world about me is full of beauty, joy, and power, even as it is full of God, and that I can share it and enjoy it if I attune myself to my Divine Plan and am inwardly open toward God and outwardly helpful toward men. I shall ask my Heavenly Father and Friend, who dwells within me and who has given me this vision of life, to give me His help in its realization and to help me share it with others that it may bring peace and happiness to many.1,2
- This Divine Plan, slightly modified, under the title “God’s Plan” is today being translated into all languages and being sent to all peoples of all religions the world over. Anyone wishing samples of these, or desirous of helping finance this amazing movement may write Box 248 Madison Square Station, New York, N.Y.
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Beyond Time Lies Eternity
ONE DARK night I was leaving a car in a neighbor’s garage. A few feet from the door of the garage was staked a vicious bulldog which was leaping passionately at me to the full extent of his chain. I was on the point of padlocking the door and starting for home, when I suddenly KNEW the dog would break his chain within the next five seconds. I removed the padlock and stepped inside the garage and pulled the door to after me. At that instant the chain broke and the dog plunged futilely against the closed door.
In the winter of 1923 two students asked me why I was so sure that we would not have a war with Japan that year. I asked God to furnish the answer and I suddenly heard my lips saying to them, “Because Japan will be destroyed by an earthquake within the next six months.” Five months after this the great Japanese earthquake occurred.
Here were forewarnings, in the first place of five seconds, in the second place of five months. What did the difference of time matter? The larger events, like the larger mountains, seem to loom higher in perspective and therefore are more readily discernible in the far distance than the smaller events. That is all. But in every case the thin partition between present and future was wiped out, and all time became one.
Of course, I am not alone in this experience. Not long before his death, Luther Burbank told in a magazine article how for one hundred mornings he awoke with perfect knowledge of every event that was going to happen to him during the day, in exactly the way and order in which it was going to happen. Burbank believed with his whole being that Time was as fluid as Space, and he therefore accomplished in a few years what otherwise would have required a millennium. He stepped up the creation of fruits and flowers which, if mankind had awaited the slow evolutionary processes of Nature, we should not have known for centuries.
But Space was not always fluid in the consciousness of man. There was a time, and that was not long ago, when it was the solidest kind of solid substance, even more solid than our present day conception of Time. To cross a continent required the long-drawn-out agony and untold hardship of ox team and covered wagon. Rivers were unfordable, mountains were impassable, and letters were few and far between. Newspapers were carried by pony express riders. Telegraph, telephone and television were unknown. A man a thousand miles away from his brothers was in another world — a banished man. The solid barriers of the solid substance, Space separated mankind into isolated units, each group shut off to itself. In that era of solid Space the world was simply crammed full of skeptics and agnostics regarding the possibility of ever rendering it a fluid. They would have dismissed as a madman’s dream the hint that a flying machine could ever carry a man through the air at the rate of over 700 miles an hour. They would have thought it preposterous even to hint at the possibility of hearing another man’s voice a thousand miles away.
Within fifty years all these miracles in conquering Space have come to pass. But the skeptics and agnostics are still with us. They have merely transferred their skepticism and agnosticism from the fluidity of Space to the fluidity of Time. Fifty years ago they scoffed at the possibility of an event, such as a boxing match or an inauguration, being announced in all its detail to an audience a thousand miles away. Today they scoff at the possibility of such an event being announced in detail to an audience removed from them by a thousand weeks. And yet, what is the difference? Are not Time and Space merely twin devices given us by which we may chart and bring under control the immensities of Infinity and Eternity which stretch forth without us and within us?
Space stretches off to the right and to the left, up and down, into Infinity. Time stretches off before and behind us into Eternity. There is no limit to Space and there is no limit to Time. They are all there, but we normally see only as much of either of them as is passing within the radius of our experience right HERE and NOW.
Our senses, inasmuch as they are normal and perfect, are the end-organs by which we detect the presence of objects in Space. Our dreams and our desires, insofar as they are the expression of real aspirations and real needs of our inner soul, are the end organs by which we detect the presence of events ahead of us in Time. When our ears are arrested by a sound of falling water, and our eyes are disturbed by the appearance of mists ahead, we know we are approaching the rapids. When our hearts are filled with a vague foreboding or our imaginations are caught up with the glimpse of a Utopian dream, we can know that an old enemy or a new friend is coming toward us down the corridors of Time.
But our dreams and desires are surely not as true and infallible as our sense of sight and sense of sound, says someone! Whoever said that our senses were infallible? In this age so rampant with astigmatism, far-sightedness, near-sightedness and color blindness; in this age of deafness, is it not reasonable to expect some astigmatism and color blindness in our dreams and desires? But even then it is not the senses that are wrong nearly as often as our minds, nor is it our desires and dreams that carry us awry nearly as often as it is our souls. The keenest senses will not guide a man aright who has a disordered mind; neither will the most eager desires and the most vivid dreams guide a man aright who has a disordered soul.
One of the chief requirements we demand of the railroad engineer who is to conduct us on a journey is that he be a total abstainer from anything which would cloud his mind. We do not want to commit our lives to the control of a man whose mind is drunk, and who, when his eyesight sees red, misinterprets it as green and drives us into a wreck. A clear mind is far more necessary than clear senses. In the same way, ninety-nine times out of one hundred if we have a clear soul we can Jet our dreams and desires take care of themselves.
Put your mind and emotions in order and your senses will guide you aright. Put your souls in order and your dreams and desires will guide you aright. But if your souls are askew, when you dream of abundance, you will demand satiety; when you dream of service you will demand fame; when you desire the opportunity to share, you will demand possession; when you dream of peace and stillness, you will demand sloth and lethargy, when you dream of bliss you will demand pleasure. And to put your soul in order is to bring it into alignment with the Plan of the Great Master Planner, and into rhythm with the true needs of all mankind, and let it rest in stillness in the midst of the great stillness of God.
The time has come when we should make the same demands of those selected to lead us on political, religious and educational journeys that we have made in the past of those who lead us on our journeys through Space — for is not our mental, social and national welfare as essential as our physical? And as we refuse to let our trains be piloted by men with maudlin minds, neither should we let our nations be governed by men with maudlin souls. The time has come when we should demand of the nation as we demand of the individual, put your soul in order.
If the purpose of this book were to carry my readers up to the fourth dimension and stop there I would not have included this chapter in the book. Precognition of the future is a psychic gift that comes only to people who have risen as high as the fourth dimension, but if they stop there they will confuse the conception of God’s perfect plan with fatalism. Fatalism means that man is going down a blind alley and that what is ahead of him is ahead of him and no amount of thinking, praying, or anything else will prevent his running straight into it. That is certainly not God’s way of doing things. In His perfect Plan you have all eternity to move about in, and there is no excuse for running into blind alleys.
As we lengthen and amplify our sense of sight and hearing, through the radio and wireless, we are able to hear of storms and washouts ahead of us in our journeys, and are thus able to avoid disaster on our journeys through Space. Is it not equally reasonable to assume by lengthening and amplifying the quality of our dreams and desires through prayer we may become aware of approaching evil in time to avoid it in our journey through Time?
The moment you step up into the fifth, sixth, and seventh dimensions you will see that this is not fatalism — it is not even predestination, excepting insofar as you are predestined for good. Fatalism is where a man with blindfolded eyes goes down a dangerous road with outstretched hands and straining ear, completely at the mercy of any object coming toward him. The higher divination I am writing about comes when men move forward with all bandages removed and the area of foresight so greatly increased that they can avoid all necessity of accident. When that day of fore-knowledge arrives we shall find that it will be for mankind the actual beginning of free will. True freedom never comes to man until he faces the future with perfect trust in God, perfect love for men, and perfect faith in prayer.
If in Space you could rise to a great height and see a burning city ahead, would you have to run right into it? Supposing you are riding across the country and see a stone wall, or a steep cliff ahead, will you dash against the wall or fall over the cliff? Or would you, because of your fore-knowledge, change your course?
Who said we ever had to go on into anything, or bump against anything? All the bad things we foresee are there for us to avoid. They are there for us to try to remedy to overcome, or, failing in that, to flee from. And how? By turning. Turning where? To God. That is exactly wha three-fourths of the troubles ahead of us are for not something for us to run into, but something for us to avoid by turning to God. They are, in short, nothing more or less than signposts pointing us to God.
The flood was foretold to Noah. He could not stop the flood but he could build an ark. The burning of Sodom was foretold to Lot. He could not stop the burning but he could flee away in time. And each could take with him such of his family and friends who would hear the voice of God speaking through him and obey it. All the men, women and children in the time of Noah could have escaped the flood if they had turned to God. All the men, women and children in the day of Lot could have escaped the fire if they had turned to God. And our entire nation when confronted with World War III can escape if we turn to God. The purpose of prophecy in the Old Testament was not to tell the kings what was inevitable, but what was inevitable if they went forward without turning to God at every crossroads.
To foresee, then, is not so important as acting wisely after we foresee. One is the means, the other the end. If you get the end without the means you do not need the means. If you get the means without the end your labor is dust and ashes. To prophesy is not the big thing the world needs — to turn is what the world needs. The little prophets gave themselves to the excitement of prophecy, some of them actually became lost in the thrill of being able to foresee the future and forgot to go on to the greater and the more essential end for which the prophecy was intended — to turn to God in the Present. But the great prophets prophesied little and gave much attention to interpreting the meaning of the warning for which the prophecy stood: “To love mercy, do justly and walk humbly with thy God.”
I should like to close this chapter with reference again to the prophecy of a World War III. It happens to synchronize with the purpose for which this has been written, and thus becomes a clarion call to the nation to turn to God. It becomes an announcement that it is time for statesmen and rulers, not of this nation only, but of the world as a whole, to give up their false gods of Materialism and turn to the only true God, the God of the Kingdom that is within, for counsel and guidance. The time has come when the rulers of our nation instead of taking as their only advisers and counsellors the so-called practical business men and politicians, should take as counsellors and advisers the prophets and seers, for assistance in guiding the counsels of the nation.
It is time for the rulers not to seek to pry into the future, for the future will take care of itself, but to seek to find the Kingdom of God and its righteousness, knowing that when they have once found this and taken this into their statecraft and into their kingcraft, all other things will be added unto them.
Beyond This Life Lies Life Everlasting
WHEN one has lived a while in the seventh dimension he absolutely knows that death is not the end of our individual existence, but is merely the completion of the first stage in life, marking the close of one’s seed time, and the beginning of his harvest time. Man’s budding hopes, his lofty aspirations, his dreams and desires which no earthly fulfillment can satisfy, are but the seed-germs that are to blossom and bear immortal fruit in the Eternity that lies ahead. Man leaves in the grave only the swaddling clothes of his spiritual infancy and arises as from sleep in his perfect stature in which hope is turned into fruition, and aspiration to attainment. My faith in immortality is built upon such solid foundations that I want to share these foundations with you now.
I. The first proof of immortality is the simple, psychological fact that where God has planted a yearning in the human heart, he has somewhere planted a supply to meet that yearning. Men thirst for water, and water is found flowing down from the mountains and bursting through the springs. Men’s lungs crave oxygen, and air surrounds them to supply it in unlimited amounts.
Man has an inordinate craving for immortality, even as the squirrel has a craving for nuts. I believe that as truly as God furnishes the acorns to fulfill the craving of a squirrel, he will furnish the immortality to fulfill the craving in the hearts of human beings. Are not we worth more than many squirrels?
II. The second proof I offer is one’drawn from nature. The evening that followed the simple funeral services in our little church in honor of my wife, a car drove up in front of my house. Dr. George Washington Carver came to see me. He said, “Your dear wife, while seemingly absent now, is actually closer to you than ever before. You will feel her presence more than ever. But where she has been a staff to you in the past, now she will be wings. The butterfly is the most spiritual of nature’s beings. It could not exist however unless the little worm that it had formerly been had been willing to go through a transformation process by which it — the worm — ceased to exist. Your wife has merely passed through this transformation process. Now she, too, has wings.” Nothing is more true than that our body is but the chrysalis stage of our existence; death is but a birth into another life.
I sat at my wife’s bedside when my first child was born. A few years later I sat at my father’s bedside as his spirit took its departure for the other world. I had a strange mystic experience in both cases and it was revealed to me in those hours that birth throes and death throes are one and the same thing. Only, strange to say, I felt a greater relief, a greater ecstasy, greater sense of liberation as I experienced the soul of my father rising to heaven than I did when my child was being brought to earth. Yes, the birth into the world and the birth out of it are twin processes, but with this difference, so beautifully expressed by the Persian proverb, “When a man is born he begins to die, when he dies he begins to live.”
III. Another wonderful proof of immortality I derive from the matrix of the printer, and the master die of the government mint. I have in my library a book which was the inspiration of my wife and her daughters in their childhood, and which will be a similar inspiration to their daughters and their daughters’ daughters, to the third and fourth generation, indeed, as long as life shall be on this globe. It is called, Little Women. Our personal copy is badly worn. It is as old as I am. One more generation and it will be completely worn out.
Shall I mourn over the loss of this book when it becomes so dilapidated that we must throw it away? Will it then go out of existence, be no more? No. Even though men live only three score and ten years on this earth they manage to accumulate at least enough wisdom to take good care to see that the matrix or linotype of this book is always set up and ready so that when this old dog-eared volume is no more, they can always run off a new edition.
I hold in my pocket a little red penny worn from much use. What will happen when this cent is no longer legible enough to pass for specie? I need not worry, for there are some men down in Washington who value this cent enough to see that the matrix for running off many more is always set up and is ready to go into action. When this old copper can no longer pass as legal tender it can be shipped back to the mint in Washington; cast into the smelter and again be stamped fresh and new.
Now is it not reasonable to believe that if human beings who live and accumulate wisdom over the short period of three score years and ten so value a little book for children, yes, even a tiny little one cent piece, so much that they take foresight to see that it shall never be lost, can we not trust the wisdom and foresight of a loving Father, whose period of existence bridges all Time and all Eternity, and know that He values us living, breathing, loving human beings far more than any man could possibly value a book or coin?
Jesus was referring to this rootage in Heaven, he was pointing out the value of this immortal and eternal part of ourselves when he said to the seventy apostles after they returned elated over their many adventures on the preaching tour, “Rejoice not that the demons are subject unto thee, rejoice rather that your NAMES are written in Heaven.” As Jesus called this inner matrix or connecting point with the Infinite the Name, Buddha called it the Deep Self, the Greeks called it their Oracle or Guardian Angel, the Romans called it their Genius, and the Arabians called it their Genii. The Genii behind the lamp is the spirit of Light, which Ali Baba invoked at will.
For demonstration of this analogy in all its perfection we need only to go to those great souls who keep in close touch through inner communion with their Father Who is in Heaven.
An outstanding proof of immortality based on this rootage in Heaven I gather from Socrates. He consulted his inner matrix the morning that he was to receive the verdict of the senators. When he reached the assembly and received the verdict he was amazed to find it was Death, not Life. When asked if he had anything to say, he replied:
“My dear judges — I should like to tell you of a wonderful circumstance. Hitherto the familiar Oracle within me has constantly been in the habit of opposing me even about trifles if I was going to make a slip or error bou anything; and now as you see there has come upon me that which many thought, and is generally believed to be, the last and worst evil. But the Oracle made no sign of opposition, either as I was leaving my house and going out in the morning, or when I was going up into this court, or while I was speaking, at anything which I was going to say; and yet I have often been stopped in the middle of a speech; but now in nothing I either said or did touching this matter has the Oracle opposed me. What do I take to be the explanation of this? I will tell you. I regard this as proof that what has happened to me is a good, and that those of us who think that death is an evil are in error. This is a great proof to me of what I am saying, for the customary sign would surely have opposed me had I been going to evil and not to good.
“If death is the journey to another place, and there, as men say, all the dead are, what good, O my friends and judges, can be greater than this? What would not a man give if he might converse with Orpheus and Musaeus and Hesiod and Homer? Nay, if this be true, let me die again and again. I, too, shall have a wonderful interest in a place where I can converse with Palamedes, and Ajax, the son of Telamon, and other heroes of old. What would not a man give, O judges, to be able to examine the leader of the great Trojan expedition; or Odysseus or Sisyphus, or numberless others, men and women, too? What infinite delight would there be in conversing with them and asking them questions! For in that world they do not put a man to death for this; certainly not. For being happier in that world than this, they would be immortal, if what is said is true.
“Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know this of a truth — that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death. He and his are not neglected by the gods; nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance. But I can see clearly that to die and be released was better for me; and therefore the Oracle gave no sign.”
IV. The next proof is the question and answer method — the “Ask and it shall be given you” of Jesus. I have discovered that when two persons are completely surrendered to God and perfectly in tune with each other, when one asks the other a question of deep spiritual import, an answer of celestial significance and of absolute truth usually “comes through.”
When Jesus asked Simon, “Who do you think that I am?” Simon had that experience when he said, “Thou art the Christ, the son of the living God.” Jesus immediately exclaimed, “Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona; for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven . . . And I say unto thee, that thou are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” In Jesus’ day, rocks served as the channels by which water was carried from the mountain tops to supply the needs of men. Substitute “channel” for “rock” and we, too, as we make ourselves clear channels, can biing the ater Life to the souls of men.
Blithe Bonn and his associates discovered theMost a-beys of Gastonberry through the unique method of t is tuning in together and with God, one asking t e Ques 1 while the other wrote down the answer automat, ally. I have had similar unique experiences which I described in I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes.
Job had this experience, when he asked in the fourteenth chapter of the Book of Job, “When a man die, shall he live again?” Five chapters later, after he gets quiet enough for the answer to come through, he suddenly trembles as he “feels” the answer coming through him:
“Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever! For I know that my redeemer liveth and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth. And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another.” (Job 19:23-27)
I have known other similar experiences like this, where the realization of the reality of heaven came upon one with almost overwhelming force. One of the finest experiences of this is described by Margaret Prescott Montague in her book, Twenty Minutes of Reality. Anyone wanting proof of eternal life will find that little book very inspiring.1
V. My next proof of immortality came to me in a very unexpected and startling manner. A friend of mine, author of a number of books, told me one day as we looked out at the waves pounding on Star Island, off the coast of New Hampshire, of an experience she had one day as she walked past the big chair where her father usually sat when he was still on this earth. Suddenly the odor of the flowers that he especially loved filled the room. After that whenever she passed this chair the same beautiful fragrance greeted her.
“Friends coming to visit me also caught the fragrance,’ she continued, “and were surprised to find no flowers in the room.” That led us to talking of the different loved ones that we knew who had gone on ahead. Suddenly, as we were talking, the fragrance of beautiful flowers rose all around us. “See,” she said, “our friends shower their love on us as we talk about them.”
It is strange how our five senses, geared to the outer physical world, can sometimes serve as instruments to introduce us to the unseen world. Many of my friends have heard celestial voices with their ears, or caught visions with their eyes, but it seemed amazing that the humble sense of smell could be used as an instrument of God. Especially for me, for I hardly ever notice flowers and have hardly ever given a thought to their fragrance.
It was later verified for me that those who love flowers on earth speak through them when they ascend to heaven. My son-in-law, Kermit Olsen’s, grandmother had died — a great lover of flowers and gardens. At ten o’clock one night I was writing a note to her daughter, Kermit’s mother, and as I did so the odor of flowers she loved simply filled the room. I assumed that my daughter had placed some flowers on my stand, and went on writing the note without bothering to look up. When I did, to my amazement, there was not a single flower in the room. The love of the dear old grandmother had broken through the walls of Eternity and reached me in my little room of Time.
VI. Another form of proof is what might be called the mathematical. In plane geometry we live and move and do our thinking in a plane of two dimensions. In solid geometry we live in a world of length and breadth and height, which men call Space. But now Einstein and Bragdon come along to tell us that there is also a fourth dimension, which men call Time.
Let us imagine that the letters of the alphabet are two dimensional creatures living, say, on a flat piece of paper with eyes capable of seeing nothing outside their flat domain. A pencil moving above them in space would be invisible until it pierced the paper. Then a great commotion would occur. The letters would gather around and exclaim, “What a cute little letter 01” Then as the pencil was pressed further in, from the point to the full cylinder the letters would exclaim, “How fast it grows!” Having attained its full maturity it would continue through the paper until in time it would complete its course and would be drawn out on the other side. As the little two-dimensional creatures would gather around the space it formerly occupied they would take out their handkerchiefs, weep a bit, and the pious would say, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”; the cynical would mutter, “Death ends all.” How astounded they all would be if they were suddenly granted three dimensional eyes and could look upward and see the pencil in all its heighth and length and width and depth, whole, entire, and complete in the large spaces above them! We, too, were we granted suddenly higher dimensional eyes, would be amazed to know that our beloved had entered a larger dimension where the full length and depth of his being could be seen and realized and expressed in all of its completeness and beauty and perfection far better than in this little world bound within the limits of Time and Space.
VII. Finally, I have had amazing proof of immortality, not only in my own life, but in the lives of those I have been most closely associated with during the last twenty years.
I refer to something far greater than the fragrance of flowers that has come to me and others when talking of our loved ones, greater than voices, greater even than the inner mystic sense of communion that has brought precious comfort and inspired guidance to many. I am going now far beyond the senses and intuitions, to the cosmic powers that manifest in character and life over a long period of time.
In Dr. Buck’s Cosmic Consciousness he explains that few men enter into a real experience of cosmic consciousness, that mystic sense of Oneness with the Father, until around the age of thirty-eight to forty-two. In their youth, most of them are not ripe for this experience. Around the fortieth year is the period when many of the great sages and seers, Isaiah, Jeremiah, Plato, and others, entered into this experience. That there are exceptions to this rule I have found in scores of college boys and girls hardly out of their teens, who have caught this vision. Imagine my surprise, however, when one day I took stock of college students who had caught this heavenly experience most profoundly and discovered that all of them had lost one or more members of their family.
My own spiritual growth began with the death of my twelve year old brother when I was fourteen. I felt that I must live the life for both of us and do the work of two men. All these years I have felt the help of his continuous partnership with me.
This linkage with heaven seems to release a power, at times an undimensional power, in the lives of those who have been left behind. Jesus proclaimed it when he said, “Greater works than these shall you do, because I go to my Father.”
My mother died in 1922 and something celestial entered into my life. When the Atlantic Monthly described me as one who “finds prayer as natural as breathing and whose every prayer is answered,” I told my wife that I should write the editor that I had never made such an assertion as this. To my amazement she replied at once. “Don’t bother to write him. I have noticed that all your prayers have been answered since your mother died.”
Then I remembered how my mother always wanted me to be a prophet rather than a statesman, a maker of men rather than a maker of money. But while she was in the body her wishes were limited in power by inhibitions of the human mind, and by tensions of the earth body. But the moment she was liberated from body tensions and mental limitations, her wishes became multiplied in power by infinity itself. That raised in me a great urge, and opened a great question: Why does one have to wait till he dies in order to give his prayers that power? Why cannot one die unto his little self now, and let his Great Self take control immediately? Why cannot he take an eraser great enough to erase himself completely out of the picture and let Christ shine through? Why cannot we here and now begin living in Eternity, and see the fulfillment of Christ’s prayer, “Thy Kingdom come on earth as it is in heaven,” and breathe our prayers to the Father in Heaven, knowing that they are infinite, unlimited, irresistible, even as they are infinite, unlimited, and irresistible in Heaven?
That I have done, at least that is what I have tried to do, and have seen the results in ways past finding out.
Jesus in his life and teachings demonstrated every one of these proofs of immortality. And then he crowned it all by actual mastery over death itself in its most terrifying and crushing form.
“Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s House are many mansions. if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”
This experience moved the greatest of his apostles to cry, “O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING? O GRAVE, WHERE IS THY VICTORY?”
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