I MUST tell you about the Great Angel. She told me. She is with me always, that She knows all my thoughts, my past and future.

She possesses complete knowledge of the earth idea, and She moves each figure on it to accomplish Her purpose. She is the Celestial Counterpart of Jesus, the Christ. The trivial duty or idea of earth is an insignificant part of Her Life. Oh, how narrow is mortal mind! How I desire to learn of Her real life—the truly Great part of it! What division of the Absolute is She?

She is the Designer of Celestial Spheres. She is one of the Mothers of Space. She has seen her creation—Universes—come and go. She thought them, and built them, and was pleased with them, and then they fell apart to dream of Her Love and to sleep in Its Joy.

And now this tiny earth has Her Spirit upon it. It was slowed down and down, down through many realms of Spirit, each group slowing down Her Spirit until She became as small as nine feet in appearance. Now She is moving among us to make us aware of Her Perfect Idea for earth. She knows this earth is now old enough for further work on Her Idea. So Her Celestial Sisters caused a deep sleep to come upon Her, for the farther she goes from Spirit, the deeper the sleep. And the slowing down is all a dream of Her; for all that manifests is sleeping Spirit.

Now, now the meaning is coming through: These cells of my body are confining Her Consciousness—the lowest cells of the Great Angel. They have become strong enough to bear the knowledge of Her—these cell eyes have become pure enough to see Her—these cells are almost translucent. How could She come to earth if this is not true?

Then I am really the Great Angel! Yes, I am a part of God, and She is now here in Her cells. Cells are transparent though slowed down till it sleeps. But She cannot take on Her cells and awaken them in Her full Consciousness until they are refined to the point where they can comprehend at least a small part of Her.

While in Akron She took almost all these cells away with Her to Her Mighty Home, so that these cells could have a glimpse of their true estate. And when they returned they were compelled to remember again all the words of earth. I remembered also that I helped to create the cells of my own body.

This happened so very, very long ago, when these cells were here on earth before; then I seemed to go away, but now I have returned—I the real owner of these cells will now live in them. The cells have complete knowledge of earth, and I know all that of the Celestial Realms; so together we have Knowledge complete —there is nothing more for us to learn. Together we make Diamond Dust of these few remaining cells. For all creation will be ground into Diamond Dust. My body is Diamond Dust. The Dust of which I create is and always has been powdered diamonds. Why have mortals called the Dust of which I formed them— clay? Now I will tell them that they are not dust of the earth, but Dust of the Diamond—of My Body.

Holy Mother—may I call You that? Are these not Your cells, Spirit Mother? You created them so very long ago. And You want them now. At last they have become clear so that You can use them. Now, to what purpose do You need them? Will You tell me why they must listen to all this foolish talk from other cells, and do all these silly things that other cells think so important? When will it cease? Oh, they are so weary of being hypocrites—pretending something to please these other cells. When, Oh when, can these cells be relieved from this acting and can be Your Self? You have given them a vision of Your Wondrous Being, so why keep them apart from You?

Will You not give these cells just a little of Your great Wisdom? These cells now see the clay ball earth a pearl; there are no oceans of salty water, but everywhere in the fair lands are waters crystal pure—in lakes, streams, falls, fountains and pools. It is so clear and transparent, except as the sun makes it sparkle, and anyone can drink of it and receive renewed life—for they are living waters. And in all the land they will not become polluted, for there will be nothing to pollute them. And trees such as man has never seen, and fruits of which he knows not now. And the fruit will stay upon the trees for man, and if he does not partake of it, it will not fall to the ground, but will grow and grow into its next cycle of life beautiful and become still more beautiful, for nothing knows death or decay on this new earth—the home of the Angels. And no man will hurt another or their lower brothers, not even to wearing shoes made from their skin.

← previous | The Inner Life 1937 | next →