sufferings endured by us here
appear to us in their true light as being a melting and cleansing
agency infinitely worth while, that we may gain in permanence such
exquisite felicity.

Our means of reaching a personal experience, whilst still in the body,
of such a life of joys is to harmonise the spirit of our human creature
to the degree of purity required by the soul to enable her in
unfettered freedom to perform her divine functions.

We confuse in our minds the two separate essences--that of the soul
and that of the human spirit (heart, intelligence, and will), which are
widely different; the soul acting for us as the wings of the creature.
And above and superior to the soul, and yet within it, is the divine
and incorruptible Spirit or Sparkle of God, which in its turn acts as
the wings of the soul. So we have the worm (or creature-spirit), the
soul; and the Celestial Spark, or Divine Intelligence of the soul,
which is the organ of God, and with which we are able to come in
_sensible contact_ with the divine world and God Himself. What are
our enemies? Selfishness, impatience, covetousness, pride,
ill-temper, bodily indulgences, and, above all, indifference to God of
the will of the creature.

After this third, and last, conversion upon the hill, which so altered
my whole life, I was for a period of some months in such a state of
exaltation and enhancement of all my faculties that I did not know
myself at all. I was, without any intention or endeavour on my own
part, suddenly become like a veritable House of Arts! The most
beautiful music flowed through my mind, in which I noticed certain
peculiarities--there was no sadness in it, and it swayed me so that I
seemed to go into a state of white-heat with emotion over it. It was
extraordinarily much smoother than any earth-music I ever heard,
and extremely consecutive, like a fluid. Now with earth-music I find
that even Wagner is not able to achieve any consecutive perfection:
he reaches to a height--only to fall back and disappoint. But this
other music, which is not heard with the senses but is invariably felt
by the soul, remains at extreme and fluid perfection, and casts such
spells over the listener that he is beside himself with enjoyment.
Colour and form, imagery of all kinds, would pass through me till I
felt like an artist, and cried out with regret, "Oh, if I had only studied
this or that art and knew the grounding of it, what heights of
proficiency I coul