The Inner Life
THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | NOVEMBER 1935
time, there was an awakening of consciousness, a realisation that I had come to the end of the journey of “experiences” along the road of my present incarnation, and could go no further until I passed through that door.
The journey had been like many we take in order to get to some destination we have in mind, except that until I reached the place I did, and realised that I could positively go no further, I had traveled aimlessly.
I seemed to sit before that door and wait. While waiting, there were those who smiled and offered me their hands, as they passed by and through. Some, pitying me, held my hand a moment. Some offered me a book or leaflet, with words of cheer in them.
All, who passed through, had faces illumined with light. Their handclasp was soft and gentle. One felt, rather than saw, their radiance. Some would listen to the story of my experiences along the way, but none condemned.
I therefore determined to read the words they left me, to learn what they had found that enabled them to pass through the door. At first the words were merely words, but after awhile they took on a deeper meaning. Later on, it seemed no matter what I read, or who the writer, the words all had the same meaning. Finally, I became so absorbed, that all words seemed to “live” for me. I had only to turn to some of them, to become “one” with the truth in them.
In the years before I reached the door, I spent my time in absorbing the written words the Illumined Ones left for us, and I forgot all about the outer self, in the joy of reading and learning about the ONE Creative Eternal Spirit, called the Causeless Cause, the Immutable Principle, the FATHER of everything visible and invisible. I learned about the perfection in every manifestation of the Father of All, and of His wonder of Divine Love. And one day, I experienced Joy and Bliss, almost beyond the power of words to explain, and looking up, I saw the door open wide before me . . . and right across the portal in letters of gold on a mist of blue, were the words, “I AM.”
Since that day, “TIME” is not. It is eternal. I can, by stilling all material thoughts, and their claims, enter through the “I AM” door of consciousness; enter into the perfect Joy and Bliss of the
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