Dwellings of the Blessed Ones(Medium Mrs. Costel)
Let us talk about the last spirals of glory, inhabited by pure spirits.
Nobody can achieve them before going through the cycles of the errant
spirits. Jupiter is in the highest degree of the scale. When a spirit that
has gone through the long purification stage of that planet is considered
worthy of the supreme happiness, he is informed by an increased fervor;
a subtle fire takes over every delicate fabric of his intelligence that apparently
shines, turning visible. Stunning, transfigured, he illuminates the
already radiant day before the eyes of Jupiter’s inhabitants. His brothers
acknowledge the elected of God and trembling, kneel before his will.
However, the selected spirit rises and the heavens, in their supreme harmony,
reveal its indescribable beauties. As it rises, the spirit no longer sees
things like in the errant state, similar to the concerted creation in Jupiter
but now embracing all of infinity. His intelligence soars like a transfigured
arrow until it reaches God, there is no fear, no disharmony, as if
inside an immense hall powered by a thousands of different things. Love,
in these various spirits takes on the color of their refined personalities; they recognize one another and are happy for being together. Their reflected
virtues reverberating, so to speak, to the delights of God’s vision,
and incessantly increasing the happiness of the elected ones. A sea of love
enlarged by every tributary river, their pure strength is set in motion, like
the strength of other spheres. Endowed also by the gift of ubiquity, they
simultaneously embrace the minimal details of human life, from start to
finish. Inexorable like light, their vision penetrates everything at the same
time, and active like their driving force, they spread the Lord’s wishes.
Like the bountiful wave that escapes the abundant reservoir, their universal
benevolence warms up the worlds, confusing evil.
These several interpreters are already purified spirits by ministers of
their power. Therefore, everything elevates, everything perfects and charity
radiates upon the worlds, fed in its powerful heart. The pure spirits
have by attribute everything that is good and truthful, because God is in
them, the principle in itself. The poor human thought limits everything
that is not reachable and does not comprehend infinity, unbounded by
happiness. What is there after God? God still, always God. The traveler
sees horizons succeeding horizons, one as the beginning of the next. That
is how infinity unfolds incessantly. The greatest joy of the pure spirits is
precisely such extension, as profound as eternity itself. One cannot describe
a grace, a flame, and a beam of light. I cannot describe the pure
spirits. More alive, more beautiful and more stunning than the most ethereal
images, one word summarizes that being, their power and joys: Love!
Fill up the space that separates Earth from the skies with that word and
you still will not have but the idea of a drop in the ocean. It is only the
earthly love, however limited it may be, that can give you an idea of their
divine reality.
Georges
