inquisitive porthole
They should by now be more orless automatic, but sometimes they need thought. You must always, inanything, plumb the depths before you are permitted to go on to theheights. These things may form over our real selves a crust thatwill stop growth.
As respects the production of impetus,also, our sources are haphazard. Sokeep alternating your centers of consciousness frequently enough to get aproper proportion. I ask aquestion; one that interests me, but does not belong to the main scheme,or is unripe for it. Overand over, from the very start, such a concept was impressed on us.
Nevertheless at whatever stage we may be the formula foradvancement remains the same.
You can dimly feel how it would go on and on.
It is like a number you arelabeled with, what you amount to, your measure. It seems as though no material thing can stand long against it. That is the waythe whole world will be absorbed some day. Thats the thing that makes you commonplace. Thats what this world is for; its for thesubstitution of values: the real for the imitation. Here is another:I am pushing with great strength and purpose, tremendous force. Now let us considerfurther what was told us of the second: that of plumbing the depths.
Now let us considerfurther what was told us of the second: that of plumbing the depths.
Desire is best regulated by this same habitual spiritual association. In fact the Invisible often spoke of contact ascentering the consciousness in the level above.
If you once get that idea, you can start absorbingthings.
Nevertheless, in even the man who is the least bit developed, it isalways to some extent in action. It isvery hard to do; I am USED to myself.
The recognition of these lacks brings an understanding desire forwholeness. For we have by no meansall come the same distance.
It is like a number you arelabeled with, what you amount to, your measure. But if you start thinking about them much it livens:them up! Theyare like machinery that runs until the gasoline gives out; that is, theimpetus.
Here was anincentive to meet life squarely, without dodging. They were all part of me insome humanly magnetic way. They must function, just as the heart must function, or lifeceases. The subjectis too complicated to go further with.
Overand over, from the very start, such a concept was impressed on us.
This system of levels apparently is not confined to life as we know it.
As respects the production of impetus,also, our sources are haphazard. Sokeep alternating your centers of consciousness frequently enough to get aproper proportion. I ask aquestion; one that interests me, but does not belong to the main scheme,or is unripe for it. Overand over, from the very start, such a concept was impressed on us.
Nevertheless at whatever stage we may be the formula foradvancement remains the same.
You can dimly feel how it would go on and on.
It is like a number you arelabeled with, what you amount to, your measure. It seems as though no material thing can stand long against it. That is the waythe whole world will be absorbed some day. Thats the thing that makes you commonplace. Thats what this world is for; its for thesubstitution of values: the real for the imitation. Here is another:I am pushing with great strength and purpose, tremendous force. Now let us considerfurther what was told us of the second: that of plumbing the depths.
Now let us considerfurther what was told us of the second: that of plumbing the depths.
Desire is best regulated by this same habitual spiritual association. In fact the Invisible often spoke of contact ascentering the consciousness in the level above.
If you once get that idea, you can start absorbingthings.
Nevertheless, in even the man who is the least bit developed, it isalways to some extent in action. It isvery hard to do; I am USED to myself.
The recognition of these lacks brings an understanding desire forwholeness. For we have by no meansall come the same distance.
It is like a number you arelabeled with, what you amount to, your measure. But if you start thinking about them much it livens:them up! Theyare like machinery that runs until the gasoline gives out; that is, theimpetus.
Here was anincentive to meet life squarely, without dodging. They were all part of me insome humanly magnetic way. They must function, just as the heart must function, or lifeceases. The subjectis too complicated to go further with.
Overand over, from the very start, such a concept was impressed on us.
This system of levels apparently is not confined to life as we know it.
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