towards the door, and there stood an East Indian, his hands, face and neck closely dark against the white turban and robe he had on. He looked so much more substantial or materialized than the gentlemen of the church experience. I have wondered what was his mission and if he would have spoken had I addressed him, for he stood looking at me as I looked at him—then he disappeared. Could he have been a Master?

The Hindu who came may have been a Teacher or a Guide or Helper who probably wanted you to see him. Had you spoken to him you would probably have received a reply explaining his presence. Thereafter when anyone comes, do not hesitate to ask their mission the same as you would anyone in the flesh who presented him or herself. You have a right to know. There is really no difference—that is, one should be as natural in one’s dealings with another on that plane, as on this.

Had been to church one morning and was standing waiting for the congregation to move on so as to be able to leave, and I glanced across to the other side from where I was standing and there was an elderly gentleman, about sixty-five years old I should imagine. And as I stood looking at him he changed to appear as though in his thirties; he was very Spiritual and lovely to gaze upon.

The same thing applies to the elderly gentleman in the church. Your soul faculty, however, seems to be of a Spiritual kind which enables you to see the real self, if you look close enough, and not as the self appears on earth. In fact, you should be able to do the same thing with those whom you meet here on earth. Try this and see if you cannot look through their appearance and see their souls. On the purified soul plane, which is a much higher plane than that close to the earth, one is always young, beautiful and perfect, even as you would expect when all of the impurities and imperfections of the flesh drop away.

My husband phoned me to come down town one day and about a block from where I was to meet him, when I stood still with amazement. Jesus stood a few feet away from me. The next thing I knew He stood right before me. I drew back in utter astonishment. When I stood erect again I seemed to be standing inside of Him—is the only way I can express it. For several days a joy indescribable possessed me.

I have a bust picture of Jesus on my dresser and one night some time ago I was in the room with my daughter talking and

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