A spirit helper. Rescuing a stubborn soul is hard and lengthy work. No soul stays in Hell for eternity. More about the low regions of the spirit world.
Almost two weeks later the former Lady of the Manor returned to communicate once more: "You live here in a pigsty like this? My maid lived here after I ....? Yes, I became unconscious. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear."
Helen Greaves - You died.
Lady - Dead? I'm not dead. How could I be? I'm the same as ever.
Helen - And you live in your lovely home?
Lady - My home, it was a lovely house and a beautiful garden. But I've lost it. I can't find my way back there now. I have to stay in a horrible place, a hovel even worse than my servants would live in. I hate it. I hate the people too, They're mean. Why should I be made to stay there? Why? Why? [She had feelings of venom towards everyone].
Helen - You could be dead.
Lady - But I'm not.
Helen - What happened after you became unconscious?[after the heart attack]
Lady - How should I know that? I told you, I couldn't see. Then I woke up in a hovel. How can I be dead? I'm very much alive. I don't even feel ill any more. I know. I'm asleep and dreaming. That is it. This is a dream, a nightmare.
Helen - You are not dreaming.
Lady - All right, I'm not dreaming. Then where am I? I am not dead. I am still on the earth. But I wasn't in ..... before, was I? I was in that terrible place. I was in hell. Hell! That is hell. Oh, my God!
Helen - You were not in hell. Only in the suburbs of hell! Hell is far worse than that, I understand.
Lady [not understanding] - Suburbs of hell, you tell me? And hell itself is worse? Could anything be worse? Tell me that. Anything? Anywhere?
Helen - It could be. It is.
Lady - Worse than that dirty hovel? Than those dreadful people? Suburbs of hell! Why should I be there? What have I ever done? What did I ever do to deserve this? Did I steal or murder or oppress the poor? I went to Church on Sundays regularly. I gave money to charities. I put up with the dreary vicar for lunch once a month. I always paid my dues."
The helper who was assisting Helen in her spirit rescue and release work had a few weeks earlier made himself known to her, in the form of his earth lifetime's role as a Franciscan friar, which he assumed again for work in the 'Shadow Lands.' He represented a large group of souls working on a higher plane beyond. He told Helen: "I have 'thought' myself here to contact you from some of the outlying suburbs (as I could call them) of these very regions of darkness. These are sad places, heavy with astral gloom, inhabited by the souls still resentful, still bitter about the fate they feel has overwhelmed them. These regions, however, of which I will now speak, are not in darkest hells. For the souls placed here can be easily released from the illusion of ideas of 'death', IF THEY WISH. So often they cling to the pattern of thought and feeling which they had built into their minds during their sojourn on earth. Thus they exist still in these
'mind-forms', hating, rebelling, resenting, and wallowing in self-pity. Poor souls, they have scarcely moved from the limitations of the physical body.
"Our duty and service is to aid them to progress from the half-light of these drab abodes into the light and beauty of the higher planes of the Astral World. To do this we employ all possible means of changing their thought patterns, of dissoving fear and hatred by hope and love. Those faithful ones on your [earth] plane of life who send forth prayer, blessing, healing and love to these imprisoned souls know not the power of the great work that they do. For their prayers come like waves of sunshine to pierce the fog of despondency, to sweep away, momentarily, the drabness of half-light. Often, some soul is touched, some closely-held hatred is dissolved and some poor half-blind entity 'sees' for the first time and is filled with remorse and healed by love.
"In other cases, we who work in these regions have to search for 'instruments' or 'channels', that is, earth-minds which have the ability to contact and communicate with Us. Thus I contact you. From Brothers on the higher Planes of Learning we were informed of your work in receiving and recording [from the spirit of Frances Banks] a "Testimony of Light", which has helped many of its readers to prepare themselves for those other Planes of living, after the physical death and withdrawal of the soul from limitation. We observed you, we touched our thoughts with yours during your times of meditation. We became satisfied that we had discovered a useful channel. We wished to work with you.
"For this reason, your inner sight was opened to the presence of the old [earthbound] woman who still believes that she lives in the cottage which you now inhabit. Later, the [idiot] Boy, who loved the servant and is working to 'awaken' her, was enabled to contact your mind. For his initial visit to you, I'accompanied' him and a link was formed by which later work could be accomplished. You became cognisant of me; sensitively, you were able to 'tune in' to the radiation with which I surrounded you. By such stages of expansion have you progressed towards the fulfilment of your task.
"From your cottage 'lodger' you had learned the story of the Boy and his mother. He, an advanced soul in a stage of initiation which is incomprehensible to you; she, a young soul, inexperienced and stumbling in its progress. To your mind was imparted the joy of the fulfilment of one and the tragedy of the failure of another. Failure, I repeat, which has been brought over to this next stage of life. I refer, of course, to the mother, whose bitterness has held her chained to the drab Shadow Lands, a soul refusing Light and Love, blinding herself to any opportunity of evolving, hating her present state yet rejecting the idea of any responsibility for it. She too must be awakened; hers is a soul that loved beauty, yet loved it selfishly. Love itself for others, or even from others, cannot, it seems, reach her. Self, in its lowest, most limiting form, still imprisons her. She has no spiritual understanding, no belief and little hope. Neither her son,
nor I, can penetrate through the black despair of her mind. If, as mankind has pictured for so long, there is a state of hell, then this must be it. YET NO SOUL REMAINS IN HELL FOR ETERNITY. God is Love. Love forgives. Love dissolves hatred. Love progresses into Light and Beauty. Love is the Law. Here we have an example of the lost sheep, for which the Shepherd retruns again and again, to retrieve it from its wanderings. This is evolution; this is progress; and this is the Law of the Creator of all life.
"For this reason, your cooperation is needed. We can now bring her to you. You, who live in the material world, and thus are cognisant of its allures, its dangers, its tragedies, can act also as a go-between in the service of rescue of this poor benighted creature. Your mind, inspired by us, might reach hers and implant the certainty of greater Beauty before her, when she sees her mistake and is purged of her bitterness. This service could prepare her for the shock of her shut-in anger, of what she considered was the unfairness of the fate dealt out to her, partly by the fact of her child being 'retarded' and partly by her own inability to redeem her self-centredness by loving. This is a Service We offer you. But it can only be accomplished with your willing assent and cooperation."
Now this Franciscan friar had returned to prompt Helen again in dealing with the bitter Lady's spirit. Continuing with the conversation at the beginning of this episode, when she was complaining of having to put up with that dreary vicar, Helen replied: "And [you] hated your son? And bullied your maids? And despised your husband? And had no love in you? And no grace in your heart?
Lady - But that was my own business! My own personal affairs.
Helen - And you think that personal business hurt nobody?
Lady - It hurt me.
Helen - More than you realise. That is why you are [now] amongst others who hated and hurt.
Lady - Amongst others? You mean those creatures in the...suburbs? [She reflects silently for a long, tense period] But I did nothing, nothing! To be near hell just for that! Just for that!
The Lady and the Friar withdrew, and Helen was left thinking that perhaps some spark of remorse would offer some hope for this bitter Lady in spirit. The next evening the spirit of the lady's retarded son appeared. He was now a beautiful, advanced soul, no longer clothed in his former handicapped body.
Son - My mother does not realise yet. She is new to the Spirit.
Helen - New? She must have been there nearly a hundred years!
Son - Time is not. Only in your state of consciousness does time have any meaning.
Heken - But to have wasted over eighty years!
Son - She has no thought of years, nor will she have. Yet she now has awareness of her surroundings. She is appalled by the darkness and drabness, for my mother had, and still has, appreciation of beauty in her soul. Her garden expressed that; it was full of colour and loveliness. She revealed her exquisite taste, too, in her dress; always she wore beautiful gowns. These were, I grant you, expressions of an ephemeral nature, but they sprang from a quality of the soul. Mother is not a lost soul, you know. She is but misguided, misdirected and still held prisoner in the narrow circumference of her thought patterns. But we have a clue to work upon in reaching her, a sliver of light in the dark fear of her mind. We may be able to appeal to the unconscious desire for beauty still alive within her."
Reviewed from "The Wheel of Eternity" by Helen Greaves, C.W. Daniel. 1974
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