As the past fuses with the present you awaken to a larger privilege of life than man now knows.  You feel yourself encompassed by truth, vital and strong.  This art, erstwhile so baffling, stands revealed as the struggle of a superhuman entity for self-expression.  The tendency toward God has to begin anew with each round of the life-spiral — that eternal circle which life pursues.

Now you find yourself in the Court of the Universe.  Bands of many-colored light, the white radiance of eternity, stream athwart the sky.  The illumination is of the wonder that now is.  How marvelously strange the sight of the world-consciousness passing over into a higher thought-form!  Each individual element suffering reversal to take its proper place in the new world-order!  You see positive becoming negative, negative becoming positive, and Evolution giving place to Involution — a process as yet uncomprehended by our narrow thought.  And the secret of the world-struggle across the sea you know; men passing their nature’s bound; new hopes and loyalties supplanting old ties and joys; the established creeds of right and wrong as they vanish in this immeasurable thirst for an unknown good.  All these things you know to be the travail of the world as it gives birth to some higher entity than individual man.

‘Time is past,’ and as you speak a dove settles to rest upon a pediment.  Therewith you are carried away in the spirit to a great and high mountain and you behold a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth are passed away.  You see the holy city coming down out of heaven — her light is like unto a stone most precious, as it were a jasper stone, clear as crystal, and the walls thereof are adorned with all manner of precious stones — and they brought the glory and the honor of the nations into it.

Creative Evolution (After Bergson)

Out of a sense of immediacy
Comes an intuition of things forming. 
Pressed up by the vital urge,
Mind meets matter and matter mind
In mutual understanding. 
That which apprehends, since by the object shaped,
A fitting instrument is for what itself has wrought. 
From the same stuff,
Cut by an identical process,
Thing and intellect to congruence come,
In a space-world forever unfolding.

No preestablished harmony this
Of inner to outer realm corresponding,
Nor spirit nor form by the other determined. 
Stranger far the genesis whereof I speak: 
From the universal flux,
In a moment, that is ever unique,
Life to new consciousness springs;
Creator and created together evolve,
In a time-stream continually changing.

My Bibliography of Fourth-Dimensional Insight

While to books I owe much, I owe still more to the beautiful people by whom I have been, like Marcus Aurelius, all my life surrounded, and particularly to my parents of large vision.