War letters from the living dead manHatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
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War letters from the living dead man
Hatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
Spirit writings; Spiritualism; World War, 1914-1918 -- Miscellanea
Some day men will look for their enemies _within themselves_; some
day men will fight the evil in themselves, and then they will not need
to slay their brothers. Some day love will re-establish itself upon
the pedestal of the world, and hate will return to the shades.
I have told you of the evil beings who brought about this war. There
are also loving beings who long to do away with war between brother and
brother.
To-night in the spaces above the world there is a strange quiet. Is it
the quiet before the storm, or the quiet after the storm? It is all
rhythmic. Be poised and wait, trusting in God.
Some storms clear the air. The present thunder and lightning will clear
the air. Yes, the world has been too sultry, and the atmosphere had to
be broken.
Do not cry out, do not weep, do not laugh. Be quiet, and trust in God.
What do I mean by God? Look deep in your heart and see I AM THAT I AM.
In the childhood of the world men believed in a Power beyond
themselves. Now in the maturity of the world men believe in a Power
_within_ and beyond themselves. That is God, I AM THAT I AM!
Seek the high place of the Spirit and prepare yourself for the service
of the world. The Spirit is crucified on the cross of the world.
Christ clothes himself in matter that he may raise it. Love wears the
garment of hate, that love and hate may become one.
What do I mean? Do you not know that love and hate are One Thing--the
eternal opposites that complete each other?
When hate rests, love comes into its own. When love rested, hate came
into its own. This night do hate and love unite. Find out my meaning if
you can. Look in the glass of visions and find the picture there.
The uniting of love and hate! There is a _neutral_ point where the
two join hands.
There is a council held this night among those who serve the world--a
conclave of Masters. At what hour, you ask? Go to sleep, and learn the
hour. If you are still enough, you may listen at the keyhole. If you
are not still enough, you will hear nothing.
Do I seem to write strangely to-night? All things are strange to-night,
if by strange you mean unusual.
Be still, and know that God dwells in the hearts of all men, though in
some He lies asleep. For the God in you will sleep until you awake Him.
“This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.”
Love your enemies, even when they smite you; for the God is asleep in
those who smite with hate.
You will never understand your enemy by hating him. You will never
understand the Masters until the love and hate in you unite.
On the declaration of peace your love will flow out again to your
enemy. Can you not anticipate the event, and love your enemy to-night?
The enemy needs love when he shows least of it. Be still, and know that
the world is the footstool of the Spirit.
Hate will not serve you. Hate never serves willingly. Remember the
words of the Man-God, “Forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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