Second Coming now upon us, and which may be quite simply stated to be the dawning realisation of the primitive words: "The Kingdom of Heaven is within. Know ye not that your body is the temple of the living God."

This new attitude of science has brought about a curious alliance with orthodox religion. The Church is not yet disposed to admit the possibility of communion betwixt the quick and the dead. Though survival is the foundation of all great religions the Church is strongly against any attempt to prove it. All psychic phenomena are still, in its belief, the work of the evil one, not of " the Father within."

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Even those clergy who accept the statement that the physical body is the abode of " the living God” are indisposed to permit that God to manifest in any manner suggestive of unfoldment. Many of them therefore stretch out willing hands to those scientists who assure us that what man imagines to be a Divine unfoldment within him of eternal life is nothing higher than his own sub-conscious mind.

The many whose religious experiences have proved to them the living reality of the indwelling Presence are quite unmoved by such efforts. An enduring and transcendental reality is at work within, actively breaking down obstacles, and in personal relation with man is aiding the unfoldment within him of the Divine.

What is that reality at work within every soul? The Cosmic Christ.

The indwelling Christ, Who, according to the New Testament and the human experience of man produces Christian life.

Christ in you, the hope of glory.

I live, and yet no longer I but Christ liveth in me.

I am again in travail until Christ be formed in you.

It is God Who worketh in you both to will and to work for His good pleasure.

I am in My Father, and ye in Me and I in you.

Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world. What is the meaning of those words. The Church virtually ignores them.

Surely we have here the Cosmic Christ as the immanent life and truth of all things.

He has a cosmic significance which goes far beyond His creative operation in human lives. The entire Universe, organic and inorganic, has its source in the Cosmic Christ, "Who is the image of the invisible God, the first-born of all Creation; for in Him were all things created, in the heavens and upon the earth, things visible and things invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers; all things have been created through Him, and unto Him; and He is before all things, and in Him all things consist."

And what of the physical body?

Is it not embosomed in the elements? Is it not cast back to them as to a sepulchre ?

Its environment is the material, and its work to present us with experiences, not to experience them itself. "Search for Me hidden in your heart," says the Mahabharata," the final echo of the great doctrine" Brahma, the True God, is you yourself.

Meanwhile the Mystic, the diligent searcher after truth, is content to discard Being for Becoming, to remember that St. Paul entreats us to grow up into the fulness of His stature and respond to every level of human nature.

"Be not conformed to this world, but be ye transformed by the renewing of your minds."

This resounding command gives the everlasting lie to the view that a spiritual life is so much gas and water laid on to be tapped at convenience. One cannot tame or domesticate the super normal. The spiritual life is a tremendous adventure, but if you prefer, as so many do, to live under an anæsthetic, well, the Church is a very comfortable burial ground.

Growth is a terribly disruptive agency, and the unification of body with spirit must have proceeded far before it is possible for the body to endure the play of the vast Cosmic Life and consciousness of the Supreme Eternal God. If we are not yet ready for this high and last endeavour

If thy thought

Droops from such a height; if thou be'st weak to set
Body and soul upon Me constantly,

Despair not! Give Me lower service! Seek

To reach Me, worshipping with steadfast will."

To do this is to throw off the lethargic spell of habit, to realise that spiritual sustenance can be found outside the pale of the churches, to seek wherever and whenever one can for some manifestation of God in dream and in vision, and to strive to understand the meaning of what men call the Super-normal, the Super-natural. The track of the war storm is a blazed trail of blasted hopes. The holiest sanctions have been consumed, but war and peace belong to the eternal rhythm of existence, and evolution with its upward trend, is the Master principle of man's nature. He cannot

evade it if he would. He is a pilgrim of the Infinite, and he must be ready in dealing with great problems to keep his mind fluid, not fixed.

Even to those whose minds are fast set in concrete creeds there is dawning the knowledge, uneasy though it be, that

Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch,
A fancy from a flower-bell, someone's death,
A chorus ending from Euripides,

And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears
As old and new at once as Nature's self,
and knock and enter in our soul."

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CHAPTER II

INVISIBLE CURRENTS

In this lovely, sleepy Devonshire town strange happenings are taking place. An underground spiritual swell is heaving, and unknown airs are blown from unseen, far off shores. The earth is starred with primroses, the exquisite scent of the white violet fills the lanes. Few echoes from the restless war-racked world trouble this fair and serene place; whose magic of colour remembrance brings ever back in dreams.

We look upon a land-locked bay, but the great ocean is very near. The limitless ocean of infinite force emanating from eternal thought is moving over the face of life's waters. Invisible currents are flowing strong, and bearing on their breast a human burden.

Countless people are seeking a way out of the fretful fever of their external life. Their hectic, feverish course has failed to satisfy them.

They realise that they have been living on the frothy surface. Now they long to harmonise the thought life, and seek truth for truth's sake at the call of spirit.

Scarce a day passes without some communication; either by visit or letter, telling us of startling and wonderful happenings. What is so profoundly interesting is this. The phenomena are taking