we are and where we are. We are now awake to the knowledge that we are holy, spiritual Being, and that we are surrounded by the Kingdom of Heaven, that we have ever been what we are now, and God’s perfect world is the only true realm, and in it is nothing of wrong or of injury and pain. It is restful joy to maintain this true cognition of our Self, and dissatisfaction is impossible to him who remembers his divinity and its omnipotence.
The Soul knows that it is free from the delusions of sense, that illusion has never deceived it, and therefore it has neither been attracted nor repelled by the changeable, unreal forms of mortality. The Soul does not need experiences in matter in order to receive knowledge. She knows all things now. Nothing is true of your Soul that is not true of God. God is not evolved, neither are you. God, the Perfect, does not progress from a state of ignorance and not-being to one of knowledge atid being, neither do you. Progression is an appearance, the representation of that eternal joyous going from glory to glory, the “many mansions” of our “Father’s house,” those manifestations whose number is infinity and whose beauties are transcendently varied and yet all One, that is, God.
As the panorama of existence passes before the gaze of the emancipated devotee he sees:
“I am all that I have ever loved in this: I am the beautiful, the noble, the pure, the grand that is mirrored about me, In the great harmonies, I sing; in
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