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July 1892 - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive

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Extracts from the Second Volume of "Ghost/and." 175<br />

ponds in its nature and functions to the Spiritual body of<br />

animated beings, and as their spiritual bodies and innermost<br />

spirits, in duality, constitute soul, so the Spiritual<br />

part of all material things, clothed and enveloped in astral<br />

light, constitutes, in duality with the innermost spiritual<br />

part, the soul-principle of worlds and all material bodies<br />

in space. Material forms in time grow old, decay, and<br />

break up, but what they have been remains engraved in<br />

the astral light, which receives the impress of all the<br />

vestiges, wrecks, and ruins of forms that have been broken<br />

up and massed together, age after age, and it is the<br />

pictures of these vestiges, wrecks, and ruins, fixed in the<br />

astral light and inhering in and about the earth, that you,<br />

good sir, have drawn.<br />

" In these sketches you see the mausoleums of the ages,<br />

still retaining portions of the undying elements of souIthe<br />

soul of the world-yet massed together in fragments<br />

and vestiges only. • See this cup I hold?' I added<br />

(taking up a china cup from the table), 'who can tell the<br />

history of the clay of which it was formed? Go back<br />

through the ages and the colours that paint its surface,<br />

the coal mines of the fire in which it was burned; the<br />

trees that hardened into that coal, the creatures that<br />

sheltered under or lived on the fruit or leaves of that tree;<br />

in a word, a million years of births, deaths, growths, and<br />

transformations, are all locked up in the history of this<br />

cup.' All around me were silent, save the artist,<br />

who, in a low voice broken by emotion, queried softly,<br />

" But why am I selected to draw these broken mausoleum<br />

forms of the long, long ago?"<br />

"Because you are fitted to do so," I replied. "<strong>The</strong>se<br />

are the days of the unveiling, the seals are all broken, the<br />

veil of mystery is rent in twain, and the foundations of<br />

the religion of Nature are being laid. You are one of<br />

the builders, though you know it not; and Spirit revelators,

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