You of the earth who are still upon the earth may find your departed friends when you come out here, if they have not already put on another body. Meantime, let them perform the work of the state in which they are. You who write for me will remember that the first time I came you did not even know that I had left the earth. I found you in a passive mood, and wrote a message signed by a symbol whose special meaning was unknown to you, but which I knew would be immediately recognised by those in whom you were likely to confide. That was a most fortunate beginning, for it gave you confidence in the genuineness of my communications. But I said that I would write only a sermon to-night, so I will now pronounce the blessing and depart. I shall return, however. This is not the last meeting of the season. _Later._ One word more before I go to my other work. If you had urgently called me during that week which I spent in rest, you might have had the power to cut short a most interesting and valuable experience. So the final word, after the benediction of this sermon, is: Do not be too egotistically insistent, even with the so-called dead. If your need is great, the souls who love you may feel it and come to you of their own accord. This is often illustrated in the earth life, among those whose psychic pores are open. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 3: He has said that they build freely in that world through the creative imagination; but we must remember how tenuous and easily handled is the matter which they use.--ED.] LETTER LI THE APRIL OF THE WORLD HAVING told you last week that you must die, according to the jargon of the earth, I now want to assure you that you can never really die at all; that you are as immortal as the angels, as immortal as God Himself. No, that is not a contradiction. I have spoken before of immortality: it was always a favourite theme of mine; but since my association with the Beautiful Being it has become for me an exultant consciousness. The Beautiful Being lives in eternity, as we fancy that we live in time. Will you write down here another of that angel’s chants? When you see me in the green trees and in the green light under trees, know that you are near to me: When you hear my voice in the silence, know that I speak for you. The immortal loves to speak to the immortal in the mortal, and there is joy in calling to the joy which dozes in the heart of a soul of earth. When joy is awake, the soul is awake. You look for God in the forms of men and women, and sometimes you find Him there; But you look for me in your own soul; the deeper the gaze, the fairer the vision. Yes, I am in Nature, and I am in you, when you look for me there; For Nature is dual, and the half you carry within you.