Venus is what might be called a mother planet serving not only the earth, but a number of similar planets in a capacity which is something like mother, nurse, and doctor. Many of those who are liberated from the flesh in these various planets have, shall I say, escaped from one prison into another. Oft times the bond of flesh and other karmic conditions are of such intensity as to prohibit a free and uninhibited ingress into another dimension. Under such conditions a person will, when becoming discarnate and detached from the body, be in an extremely atrophied condition. They are more like inert plasmic masses of some nebulous substance rather than the true cohesive thought-form body or psychic body which would normally be theirs had they practiced an open minded spiritual philosophy in their earth existence. We, and other workers from sister planets, who are serving in a like capacity form what you might call brigades or battalions and go forth and gather up these inert helpless discarnate entities.
They may be drowned sailors, in some battle-tossed sea, or soldier boys who have been projected with severe suddenness into a strange world. Many of them often go right on fighting an imaginary enemy and unless great care is used in making them conscious of their position, they may go berserk on finding that the moment of the much dreaded death has arrived. I need not go into too much detail; it is sufficient to add that your imagination can serve you best in picturing the countless and innumerable places and conditions in which we salvage this human wreckage. Yes, my friends, with the spare time we have gained in freeing our minds from the obsessive flesh, we have much more time available and are much more capable of serving mankind in a capacity in which he could not often serve himself. Therefore in your trip through our city you will not need to wonder at the lack of superficial adornments, or the lack of conveniences which you have associated with your daily lives. You will not find bathrooms as there is no need to purge and cleanse the body. The all-intelligent radiant energy from the Fountain-head strengthens us and purifies us and fulfills our every desire.
In a broad sense our dwellings are not a necessity and are not used in the manner in which the earth-man is accustomed to using his. Our dwellings are conceived and constructed with one ultimate purpose and their function is to help serve and fill our needs in the service of Universal Brotherhood. Later on you shall enter some of the wards and see how these atrophied spiritual wrecks are nursed back to a semblance of health and consciousness. Generally speaking most cases will automatically gravitate into the spiritual plane which best suits their needs and more often than not it is the leaving off place of their last spiritual reincarnation.
In speaking of this most important subject, evolution or reincarnation, we might liken man’s progressive cycles to something like a winding stairway which spirals upward into some far off unknown place; he will, in climbing this stair, find himself in one-half of the cycle where he will look about him and see and live only among things of the material domain; then as he progresses onward, he will go to the opposite side of the stairway, and there he will see all things about him which pertain to his spiritual world or consciousness. A moment’s thought will point out an obvious fact, that the more cycles or revolutions he makes he will, on the spiritual side, be closer to his ultimate goal; whereas on the material side these things will be increasingly farther and farther away. Should he however, at any time, lose the correct balance between these two worlds or dimensions he will revert back and fall downward, invoking what is commonly called karma. This merely means that he will again have to tread the same steps over which he formerly passed and under the same conditions until he corrects this unbalanced condition. It might be pointed out that he is very seldom, if ever aware that he is retreading a karmic path. God in his Supreme Wisdom would naturally assume that man should learn his life lessons unassisted and solely from the inward consciousness. To those who may believe that reincarnation has involved inversions into the lower orders of animal kingdoms, may I say that this is not only fallacious, but extremely dangerous. You may form a thought pattern which has the power of hypnotic adhesion and you may find yourself evolving into some such state of evolution, even though it may be a fixed fancy and is entirely unrealistic.
So dear ones, as you read these lines, you must fix the thought firmly, in all dimensions of your consciousness, that reincarnation is a wonderful and a beautiful sequence of spiritual evolutions; and in its proper order, it will take you through all of the realms of God’s innumerable celestial universes. The only price to pay, if you can call it a price, is the constant conscious reality of God’s presence working in you and through you, and in all things about you, and so for this time, brother and sister, rest with God’s Peace.
An Example Of The Healing Wards On Venus
So while we are still on this subject of nursing, let us go into another section where we can examine another type of self-destruction, which is a form of partial spiritual suicide. We will re-enter the long corridor and pass over into the large doorway you see just before you; and while we are about to enter, may I say that you are quite likely to be reminded of some large hospital back on your earth-plane. There are, of course, no operating rooms where the physical bodies are dismembered and torn apart. Instead we use our mind-forces in directing radiant healing energies; but see, you are in the ward. I see you are very much amazed at the size and large numbers of what look somewhat like the familiar hospital beds in an earth-hospital. But come, let us step closer to one of the nearby beds. Before you is a woman whom we shall call Susan. She passed from the earth-life but a few weeks ago, and as you see, you would think her more dead than alive.
In contrast to the pure psychic bodies of the suicides the people in these many hundreds of beds have all retained the semblance of their physical form. This is because in their passing, which was quite normal in most cases, they have retained in a somewhat shell-like fashion the hard thought-form energies, the word hard being a relative term. Looking at Susan more closely you will see she is apparently without life. Of course she does not breathe because she needs no air in her astral form. You will notice also the grayish pallor-like color which makes her appear as if she were almost carved from stone. On earth Susan was what you might call an ordinary sophisticated worldly woman. She had a business career; she smoked and attended cocktail parties, and she did numerous other things which are associated with the life one might normally find in a large city.
She did not have time, however, for periods of meditation. And if she attended church, it was only on special occasions such as at Easter time, where she might show off some new finery, and while in church on those occasions she was not listening to the words of inspiration nor were her eyes used other than in peering about the church to see what the other females were wearing. So the day came for Susan when she must leave her familiar earth life and the livened chauffeurs and penthouses, furs and jewelry. While she did not willingly do so, her hour struck and she was forced to leave her body behind. Perhaps it was one of the physical conditions like cancer which caused Susan to leave her body, but whatever the cause, one thing is sure: Susan was not ready for her journey into a new world, a world which was entirely unfamiliar and strange, a world in which none of her earth things seemed to give her security and comfort. While there is nothing wrong perhaps with the way Susan lived on the earth except that she devoted too much of her time and concentrated too much of her attention on the superfluous and often unnecessary appurtenances of a highly exploited way of life, because she devoted so much of her time, and concentrated so much of her energies into the acquisition of those superfluities, there was no time left to prepare for the future.
When a small green caterpillar crawls under a leaf and spins himself into a cocoon, it is because the small still voice tells him to do so. And during the long winter months he will hang in a suspended state until the warm rays of the spring sunshine; then he will burst aside his little prison and will emerge a full-fledged beautiful butterfly. Like caterpillars and all other creeping, flying, crawling things on your earth-plane, Susan too had a small still voice, but perhaps she loved more the sound of ice tinkling in a champagne glass, or perhaps the rustle of a new silk dress was much more musical in her ears; and so her time came and she was not prepared.
Do you see the little lady coming down the corridor? She is Susan’s mother. She has been coming here daily since her daughter was brought here. Susan’s mother lived in another age. She was brought up on a farm. She was taught honest toil and the way of life of her kinfolk. But no matter how many cows had to be milked, or chickens fed, or bread to be baked, Susan’s mother always found time to steal away in some corner with the family Bible and there in her quiet moments of meditation she heard the whisper of the still small voice. And so when her hour struck she did not come into her new world unprepared. She did not arrive in a helpless inert state, more dead than alive, instead she arose from her mortal flesh to her loved ones. She is living there now in a place some of the earth folks call summer-land. As for Susan, it may be several months before she can hear the sound of her mother’s voice. Perhaps she will be awakened by the soft touch of her mother’s tears upon her face. Meanwhile we here, who attend her and others like her, daily and hourly project into her consciousness the ray of healing and love. We send her strength and wisdom; and while she is being healed she is being taught the consciousness of her new world. She is being shown within her mind the beauty of the world which she almost lost.
Yes, we can walk up and down these aisles and look into the faces of countless hundreds which are like Susan. Perhaps it was not the rustle of a new dress which drowned out the small voice. It could have been an alcoholic stupor, or it could have been a thousand other things with loud voices which are always shouting in your earth world.
And so, my brothers and sisters who are walking the many pathways of life, in whatever you are doing in those pathways, pause for several moments every hour and listen for the small still Voice. Perhaps it has been a long time since you heard it last, and perhaps it will take many efforts before you will hear it again. But it is there nevertheless. It always has been, ever since you were created and it always will be, for the small voice is the God within you.
No, we do not use knives or instruments upon those who are brought here; only the radiant energy of God’s pure love is used to fill the vacant places in their minds and hearts which were left unfilled in their earth lives.
These great hospitals, if you can call them such on Venus, have witnessed the scenes of many happy reunions of those who have awakened to the light of their new day, and found the waiting arms of their loved ones. Yes there are those, fortunately but a few, who do not awaken, nor will they, for in spite of all the love rays that we send them, they have, in their blindness, refused all aid. And so they must wander in the sub-astral blackness of their own minds until the day comes when they shall desire to be freed, and then they shall pray to their God, and He will send them a shaft of light; and like the tiny cocoon they will burst the bonds of their prison, for it is one of their own making; and thus they will emerge into the warm rays of a new found sun on a warm day in a new springtime; and with their new wings they will float grandly off into the beauty of the spiritual world about them. ~ Mal Var
Excerpt from The Voice Of Venus