THREE SOUL EXPERIENCES

BELIEVING that many of our readers are benefiting from the soul experiences of others—or many, specifically, from the interpretations of them given in this magazine, we offer the following illuminating and helpful visions of a friend in a special article, instead of in The Interpreter’s House, deeming them worthy of our special comments, because of the practical lessons they convey. —THE EDITOR.

SOUL, PERSONALITY, AND LOWER NATURE

(1). MY FEET fairly danced as I walked along the broad pleasant road. The grass growing on either side of the road was refreshingly green, clean and fragrant. To my left lay a cool inviting valley, the trees in it making a fascinating checkerboard of light and shadow as the warm sun shone through their tops. Beyond the valley, in the distance, rose the mountains, purpled and misty, being at once a suitable background to a beautiful picture and filling the spectator with awe at their pregnant silence and mystery and at the same moment, stealing like a benediction of peace and rest into the heart.

Everything seemed bathed in the beautiful warm light and the vast, uncluttered view, which permitted one to see as far as the eye could reach, gave me a sense of such well-being that I chattered and laughed as I swung along holding lightly in my right hand the left hand of my companion. (Note—My Teacher, and later my Higher Self, have always appeared at my left, so I have interpreted that the “I” is my Soul and the shadowy companion, my physical self. Do you agree?)

She was very quiet and shadowy, but a restful and sympathetic friend. Her smile was slow and tinged a bit with sadness, but her eyes held understanding and love for me.

“Oh, I’m so happy to be at the ‘training school.’ It has always been my heart’s desire—just that and nothing else—and it hasn’t disappointed me. It is even more than I had hoped for.” I was saying.

“I pretty nearly didn’t get to come, though. My mother was so opposed and she always tried to get the idea out of my head, but my father kept faith and encouraged me to ‘bide my time.’ I’d get my chance yet, he always said. When he was dying, I was

Three Soul Experiences

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