"I do not make you. You walk with me because you can walk. We walk. It
is your Self as it is mine."
"We move and we feel, then, where you are. You live there more fully and
keenly than we, but we can breathe and feel and see. Go on! We would
have your life, as you have ours."
"Then, after the stars, while I wound the clocks, I walked into the
minute. Again thousands of us working and watching, noting,
divining--thousands and thousands, years past and to-day and to-morrow!
And one devises the microscope. All the laboratories!... Into the cell,
into the atom, the infinite dance of relativities and small collections!
And the intensed, pointed endeavor, using perception as fine as the
millionth part of a hair--we knowing, marking, understanding ourself
there, where we are moving clouds! We working there, patient, patient,
the god working! The great and the small. We who forever remember and
make richer ourself. We the I-- And then I was again with my dead, who
are just as much and just as little dead as I myself! And then I came
out into the garden."
They sat on the summer-house steps, and the marigolds glowed around
them. She spoke again. "Here and there, throughout the past, and often
now I think in our own day, a man or woman lays hold upon faculties that
some day all will lay hold upon. _And greater things than these._
Forerunners, pioneers! Regard this late flood of books describing
communion with the dead and giving detail of the life hereafter. What
they describe is the widening consciousness here and now! The increasing
awareness. One does not wait for death. Richard and I would not have you
think that we are deep, deep, deep in that realm. Were it so nothing
could hide it. Were we or any full in the next order you would see the
shining. We are not there, but we are in motion toward it, as are many
to-day. The road thitherward has its great scenery and long, thrilling
adventure! And you, too, all of you, too, are in motion toward it. In
this day of ours, each day of the sun, more and more are in motion."
She rose from the step. "I have rested this body that we call Marget
Land and now I shall put it again to work in the house we call Sweet
Rocket."