Fantasy fiction; Near-death experiences -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Spiritual life -- Fiction
I got up and said that I was ready, and Amroth led the way like a boy
out for a holiday. He was brimming over with talk, and told me some
stories about my friends in the land of delight, interspersing them with
imitation of their manner and gesture, which made me giggle--Amroth was
an admirable mimic. "I had hopes of Charmides," he said; "your stay
there aroused his curiosity. But he has gone back to his absurd tones
and half-tones, and is nearly insupportable. Cynthia is much more
sensible, but Lucius is a nuisance, and Charmides, by the way, has
become absurdly jealous of him. They really are very silly; but I have a
pleasant plot, which I will unfold to you."
As we went down the interminable stairs, I said to Amroth, "There is a
question I want to ask you. Why do we have to go and come, up and down,
backwards and forwards, in this absurd way, as if we were still in the
body? Why not just slip off the leads, and fly down over the crags like
a pair of pigeons? It all seems to me so terribly material."
Amroth looked at me with a smile. "I don't advise you to try," he said.
"Why, little brother, of course we are just as limited here in these
ways. The material laws of earth are only a type of the laws here. They
all have a meaning which remains true."
"But," I said, "we can visit the earth with incredible rapidity?"
"How can I explain?" said Amroth. "Of course we can do that, because the
material universe is so extremely small in comparison. All the stars in
the world are here but as a heap of sand, like the motes which dance in
a sunbeam. There is no question of size, of course! But there is such a
thing as spiritual nearness and spiritual distance for all that. The
souls who do not return to earth are very far off, as you will sometime
see. But we messengers have our short cuts, and I shall take advantage
of them to-day."
We went out of the great door of the fortress, and I felt a sense of
relief. It was good to put it all behind one. For a long time I talked
to Amroth about all my doings. "Come," he said at last, "this will never
do! You are becoming something of a bore! Do you know that your talk is
very provincial? You seem to have forgotten about every one and
everything except your Philips and Annas--very worthy creatures, no
doubt--and the Master, who is a very able man, but not the little
demigod you believe. You are hypnotised! It is indeed time for you to
have a holiday. Why, I believe you have half forgotten about me, and yet
you made a great fuss when I quitted you."
I smiled, frowned, blushed. It was indeed true. Now that he was with me
I loved him as well, indeed better than ever; but I had not been
thinking very much about him.
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