Silver Birch on “Life in the Beyond”


When you have tasted and enjoyed with your full consciousness all that my world has to offer, you will realize that it is the love we bear for you that makes us come back to work amongst you. You have not tasted the joys of the world of spirit. There is nothing in your world of matter with which you can compare to the life of the spirit, freed from the trammels of the flesh, escaped from the prison of the body of matter, with liberty to go where you will, to see your thoughts take shape, to follow out the desires of your heart, to be freed from the troubles of money. No, you have not tasted the joys of the world of spirit.

You who are encased in matter, do not yet comprehend the beauty as it can be. You have not seen our light, colors, scenery, trees, birds, rivers, streams, mountains, flowers – and yet your world fears death. Death strikes terror into their hearts. But you will only begin to live when you are ‘dead’. Now you live, but in reality you are almost dead. So many are dead to the things of the spirit. The little life-force flickers in their puny bodies, but no spiritual things can find any response within them. But gradually we make progress. Gradually the force of the spirit increases in strength all over your world of matter.

Gradually darkness retreats, as it must when confronted by the light of spiritual truth. There are no words to compare the life in your world of matter with the life in the world of spirit. We who are ‘dead’ know so much more of life than you do. This is the world where the artists finds all his dreams come true, where the painter and the poet realize their ambition. Where genius has full power of expression, where the repressions of earth are swept away and all gifts and talents are used in the service of one another.

This is the world where there are no clumsy words to express inspiration, but where thought is the living language and reveals itself with lightning rapidity. This is the world where we have no money to worry us, where there is no competition, no driving of the weaker to the wall, where the strong are strong because they have something to give to those less fortunate than themselves.

We have no unemployment, we have no slums, we have no selfishness. We have no sects, we have only one religion. We have no sacred books, only the operation of the divine laws to instruct us. And the nearer you get to the world of matter, the more clumsy and difficult it is for the spirit to express itself. I never like to come back. The only things that make me do so are the promise that I have given to serve and the love of all of you, which gives me some compensation.

To die is not tragic. To live in your world is tragic. To see the garden of the Great spirit choked with the weeds of selfishness and greed and avarice, that is tragedy.

To die is to enjoy freedom of the spirit, which has been imprisoned behind the bars of the material body. Is it tragic to be released from suffering, for the soul to come into its own? Is it tragic to see wonders of color, to hear music that does not belong to material expression? Do you call it tragic to express yourself in a body that has no pain, to be able to roam all over the world of matter in a flash and to taste the beauties of the spirit life too?

There is not in your world one artist who could capture with his paints some of the glories of my world. There is not one musician who could record some of the glories of the music sphere within your notes. There is not one writer who could describe in physical words the beauty of parts of this world.

What a pleasant surprise you will all have one day, when you become conscious of our world. Your world is in beauty flow (the sitting was held in May). You see all around you the manifestations of the Great Spirit, as the dawn of life seeps over your surroundings again in its cycle, and you marvel at the beauty of the blossom and the fragrance of the flowers, and you say: “How great is the handiwork of the Great Spirit”. And yet, that which you see is but a very, very, pale reflection of the beauties that we have in our world of spirit. We have flowers such as you have never seen, we have colors such as your eye has never beheld, we have scenes and forests, we have birds and plants, we have streams and mountains. You have nothing to compare them with. And you will be able to enjoy them for even though you will be ghosts, you will be real ones.

You come to our world now, but you do not remember. You visit the spirit world every night. That is your preparation. Otherwise, it would be such a shock when you come here to start your real life in earnest. When you pass on, you will remember your visits.

You will then be freed from the limitation of the body and you will able to express to the full all the consciousness which has been released during your sleep. In its new expression, it will bring to you all of the memories that you have, the memories of all of the experiences that you have enjoyed.