Tone, Shape and Rhythm. When it does so, it escapes its jail, and goes back to God, whence it originally came, through the human organization, and others less perfect, in the form of Odors, Music, Tone, Sound, Beauty (flowers, forests, &c.) Art, Color, and their cognates. A rose is that success in its struggle, which attends that amount and phase of spirit, working out its liberation, from and through matter, by means of its inherent self—the principles named.
There are two Realms: Matter, filled with spirit, and Spirit (above, beyond), free of material encumbrance—the great Spiritual Ocean, in which all the worlds are floating.[1] The World-soul is spirit, negative: the great Ocean is spirit, positive. In it floats, rained down from the Infinite, myriads of existences, in the form of Monads—each one a particle of soul given off, so to speak, from the great Eternal Brain.
These monads are not spirit negative, such as is contained in and constitutes the soul of the world, of matter in all its million forms of beasts, birds, reptiles, and vegetation; nor spirit positive, such as constitutes the Sea whereon the worlds do float, and whose finer breath is the sphere of disembodied souls; but they are the original soul-germs of immortal beings—they are the sparks which fell, and fall from God himself—particles of the Deific brain, unique, sui gerieris, unparticled,
- ↑ I realized this tremendous truth. The links of the chain are: Granite Rock, Water, Atmosphere, extending about one hundred and fifty miles upward; Electrical Sea, above the air, one hundred miles; Magnetic Ocean, one hundred more; above that, each remove being as great as-between the first two, the ocean of Electrime, one hundred miles (the figures are approximative only). Next an ocean of Magnetime, then Ether, then Ethyle, and then the great Ocean of Spirit positive. All the rest are cushions, as it were, to this, our world.
