I Was A Wife And Mother, Blameless

All Men Die. You May Say: 'is That Encouraging?' Surely Yes, For When A Man Dies, His Blunders, Which Are Of The Form, All Die With Him, But The Things In Him That Are Part Of The Life Never Die, Although The Form Be Broken.

The Soul Which Is Approaching Its' Liberation, As It Looks Back Over Past Lives... Down The Vistas Of The Centuries Along Which It Has Slowly Been Climbing,... Is Able To See There The Way In Which The Bonds Were Made, The Causes Which Set It In Motion. It Is Able To See How Many Of Those Causes Have Worked Themselves Out And... How Many... Are Still Working Themselves Out.

Man Is A Spiritual Intelligence, Who Has Taken Flesh With The Object Of Gaining Experience In Worlds Below The Spiritual, In Order That He May Be Able To Master And To Rule Them, And In Later Ages Take His Place In The Creative And Directing Hierarchies Of The Universe.

'nature Is Conquered By Obedience' - And Her Resistless Energies Are At Our Bidding, As Soon As We, By Knowledge, Work With Them And Not Against Them. We Can Choose Out Of Her Boundless Stores The Forces That Serve Our Purpose In Momentum, In Direction, And So On, And Their Very Invariability Becomes The Guarantee Of Our Success.

The Generous Wish To Share With All What Is Precious, To Spread Broadcast Priceless Truths, To Shut Out None From The Illumination Of True Knowledge, Has Resulted In A Zeal Without Discretion That Has Vulgarised Christianity, And Has Presented Its Teachings In A Form That Often Repels The Heart And Alienates The Intellect.