Realms of the Living Dead

CHAPTER XIV
THE FAIRIES

"And hark, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night."

Pyrrha in Moody's Fire Binger.

In describing certain regions and Realms of the Astral World we have been obliged to refer to many very disagreeable subjects and conditions, but it should be remembered that such regions and conditions form but a limited portion of that World.

That the student may have some realization of the beauties of other regions, and also to show what inspiring ideas may be gained by correlating our human consciousness with the consciousness of the elementals of the higher orders, we give herewith some characteristic communications from them.

It is understood, of course, that the Sprites indicated did not say the exact words given. The words are simply the best words the mentality of the authors could find to express both the rhythm and the ideas to which their consciousness responded as they correlated with those intelligences. Such communications always have their characteristic weird yet musical rhythm, but no attempt has been made to give them polished literary form.

From our investigations and experience we are convinced that in many cases the descriptions given of the fairies by poets--as for instance those given by Shakespeare in Midsummer Night's Dream, The Tempest, etc.--are simply a reproduction of the consciousness of the various Nature Sprites to which the authors responded, either unconsciously or in many cases consciously.

THE FAIRIES' KISS
(to each of three persons present at the time)

From a Nymph

A kiss upon your lips dear Brother that shall make you speak kind words.

A kiss on the lips for you dear Sister that shall make you speak pure and beautiful words.

A kiss upon the lips of you dear Priestess that shall make you speak for us. For all the Little People shall show to mortals how we are made up; made out of light, sunshine and joy and happiness. When mortals let in our forces then we draw close. And the more light, joy and sunshine and happiness they let in, the more we come and dance in their hearts and shine from out their eyes, till mortals see us dancing in the light, just as you see motes dancing in a sunbeam.

Come thou and dance with us.
Oh, let us happy be!
Mortals with joy be free!
Let us now happy be.
Come, come with me!

From a Salamander

A kiss upon the lips for thee, Brother, that thou shall speak fiery words of strength and power.

A kiss upon the lips for thee, Sister, that the strength of Love shall fill thee; that thy lips shall smile always.

A kiss on the lips for thee, dear Priestess that the Flame shall manifest in thy heart and life, consuming all the dross and purifying the love that humanity lays at thy feet.

We have come again
Light of the Flame.
Joy we bring to thee
Out of the Flame.

From a Sylph

A kiss on the lips for you dear Brother, soft was a zephyr's touch, filling thy heart with tenderness, filling thy life with joy.

What a kiss on thy lips dear Sister!
Like the wind from Fairyland,
Blowing away all doubts and fears.
All loneliness throughout the years;
Filling thy life with tenderness,
Wiping away all tears;
Watching near thee ever, ever,
Throughout the long, long years.

A kiss on thy lips, dear Priestess. A kiss that takes not gives. A kiss that is filled with sweetness, a kiss on which we live. Oh, breathe out thy Spirit in loving. Oh bind up thy heart in joy. Think only of the joys of giving; thy years full of love employ.

Life is full of loving
Life is full of joy
Whispers the breeze of loving
Whispering to girl and boy.
Sweet little nestlings are waiting.
The springtime draweth near.
Open thy heart with loving
For the joy of the springtime is here.
For the joy of the springtime is here.

From a Gnome

A kiss of Earth to dear Master
I bring you my wealth and my store.
I have but a pick o'er my shoulder
But I lay all its gifts at thy door.

A kiss on thy lips dear Sister
And out of the earth comes cheer,
Plenty and life-giving forces
To save you from sorrow and fear.

Out of the darkness of winter,
When the snow and the ice are gone,
The storehouse of Nature shall fill you.
You shall gather her wealth in your barn.

A kiss on your lips dear Priestess,
Earth's angels are whispering now.
Out of its bosom comes healing,
Out of its breath comes balm.

Balm for a spirit distracted,
Life for the flesh ill at ease,
Priestess of mercy and goodness
The earth brings a blessing to seize.

A GNOME EXPLAINS AN ERUPTION

Down in the ground where the little fairies are, the Salamanders are lighting the fires, and we fairies see what it all means. There are things in the earth that burn and burn and burn, and there are things that move and move and move. And some day the water drips and drips and drips down into the fiery depths of the earth where the fire burns till it is all white hot, with curling, glowing flames of rosy hue.

And there in the depths of this fiery heart the Fire Elementals live. They mysteriously move in the depths of the earth. And all the time they grow and grow and grow, and that which was once a fairy dell where the innocent little wood nymphs play now is in the fiery heart.

Some day while the waters drip, a little elemental of water, full of interest and curiosity, peeks down into this chamber to see what is going on. Then her sisters hear her scream and she is swallowed up. Then they all rush in to save her life. The Fire Elementals clap their hands and lo the whole hill explodes. And the trees and grass and insects and birds all go down into the fiery depths of earth.

A WIND SPRITE SPEAKS

I know the Masters of the World. I helped them build their great and beautiful Temple thousands and millions of years ago. I carried on my magic wings the great stones. I worked by the power that comes from the eyes of the great Masters of Wisdom. I can lead you, when They give me their permission to do so, into the secret crypts of the Temple.

I have watched and waited and obeyed and known what was intended, because I am part of the elemental power that is used and manipulated to bring about the great changes that the Master in his great wisdom and mighty will desires.

I can ride upon the whirlwind. I can fulfill the decrees of the great North-wind. When it sweeps across the prairies, when it shakes the windows of your home, it is I who seek admission. . . . I can make myself at home in the soft murmurs of your dreams. I can whisper of love and of beauty and of peace.

When the Master wants his servants to understand, He sends me forth and I embody His thought and am propelled by His will. And so I come to you direct from the eyes of the Master.

CONSECRATION OF THE GOLD
By a Gnome

You want to know the meaning of my domain? How can I tell to mortals or express in mortal language what is not mortal? How can I make them understand? How can I tell them of Sylphs, Undines, Salamanders and Gnomes? . . . How did it happen?

Why Great Thor threw into the middle of an immense sea a monstrous mountain. This mountain he shot out with his right hand. When it fell into the waters the Undines were imprisoned. And when they found their domain thus invaded they were in despair.

Then the Sylphs of the air rushed in with a mighty voice through passages which the Gnomes had carefully carved to the relief of the imprisoned Undines. With a mighty voice and song of triumph they rushed through the passages so the imprisoned Spirits in the water could breathe as the air rushed hither and thither.

Then the Gnomes, good servants as they are to the Sylphs, followed with their picks and shut and plastered up passages and made other passages here and there. None of them knew what they were creating, they only followed their leaders, and they only knew that the Great God had told them to build and plaster up the passages.

Then came the grand army of the Salamanders and gathered together all the chips from our work and pressed them to their fiery hearts and evolved a yellow substance, the soul of the earth, a beautiful yellow substance. It was pure and better in this great mountain than in any other place, because it was created through sacrifice in effort to relieve the imprisoned Undines.

And when all the Sylphs, Undines, Gnomes and Salamanders had blended their life forces into one, lo! we had a great mountain piled up with gold. And the seed of it grew and grew.

And the great gods came down and looked at our work and pronounced it good, and spake these words, and we engraved them in the heart of the mountain in all its windings and passages. Again and again we repeated it. "This gold is not to be desecrated or use for the debasement of mankind. It is dedicated to my holy temple."

Some day a grand structure will be erected by another order of beings neither Sylph, Undines, Gnomes or Salamanders, but something that contains them all. And these beings (men) shall be the Lords of Creation and all we "little people" shall obey them when they come with a sacred scroll inscribed with the same sacred characters that we have carved in the passages.

When they bring us this scroll--it is not a mountain like ours but just a little piece of parchment, yet these beings have traced figures on it, the exact figures we have been all these ages learning and carving within the mountain--when we recognize these figures we will know our masters have come and we will obey them.

This gold would be a curse to anyone who should use it for any purpose save that for which it was created. It was created to beautify the Temple of the Sun. This Temple shall be covered over with pure gold.

Even now in the regions where we work we can lead you to a passage which shall descend by steps carved out of solid gold. This is the only metal fit to be used in certain parts of the great Temple. That is what gold is created for, to impart its magnetic aura to man and focus the sun-force for the worship of the gods.

When it is degraded for barter all the powers of the gods who have been thus insulted let it become a curse to all who touch it. Mankind will learn this lesson only after many ages; after he has suffered from the gold fever. Then he will not abuse gold by using it for such degrading purposes.

TINKLE BUBBLE

A MOUNTAIN WATER SPRITE

Take a book and sit by the brook
And read of the fairies and sylphs
Read of all the beauties you'll find
In my murmuring mountain brook.
This is the home of Tinkle Bubble
Here you will find no trouble
Only joy, only joy, joy, joy.
O, here you'll find no trouble
In the home of Tinkle Bubble.

O little Brother meet me on the shore,
Singing, singing to my home of joy,
Come with me little Brother, little Sister
Come with Tinkle Bubble and forget your earthly trouble
For it's joy, joy, joy at the home of Tinkle Bubble,
I will meet you on the shore in the twinkling of an eye.

THE SPIRIT OF THE STORM WIND

I am the Spirit of the Storm Wind that blows the waves; that changes the day to night; that saddens the world and lets the rain from the mighty deep pour over the darkened earth until it is engulfed. Blow, blow, blow ye winds. Blow from the West, blow from the North. Let the ocean find itself a new bed, a new bed. What is so beautiful as the breakers on the shore!

AN UNDINE'S PROPHECY
(Given in June, 1914)

The waters shall cleanse the earth! The dead and dying both alike are carried by the beautiful clear waters of the ocean. The implements of death, misery and suffering are all washed away and the beautiful waters of the ocean with the sunlight on them are moving, moving, so calm and sweet and clean. Breathe in the air, the salt, salt air of the ocean.

What is this putrid smell of unburied thousands? Of earth saturated with blood? What is this death that man has made? It is hideous. It smells aloud to heaven. How horrible! Then the beautiful clear waters come with their sweet breath of purity and life, the salt of purity and sweetness. Smell the air! How sweet it is.

This is not death, for there is no death, it is only the Divine Law which goes forth and says: "Go back and be washed by the ocean, be covered up; when purified let the dry land appear." All this land will be filled with forces, little seeds of love and life that have been purified by the waters. And they draw to themselves other forces and out of these little flames of life try to embody themselves in trees and grass and flowers. Then they grow stronger and embody themselves into something else.

And after a long, long time God says to man: "Go and dwell on the new land I have made for you." Then man comes and finds all things growing. Then God says: "These are the things you have made. I have sent my ocean to wash away the wickedness you created by your thoughts. But in your spirit the Divine Life centered and has brought forth."

THE OCEAN IS KING

Onward, onward we go. The ocean is king! The ocean is king! Down, down, down, O, land, underneath the waves. A new day, a new place to play, ye nymphs of the caves! Man, puny creature is gone, and the land where he dwelt and made his proud boast, where is it now? Under the waves! And over it the dolphins dance and play all day.

O puny man, where is your kingdom? Would you keep back the great deep? Ha! ha! Onward, onward, over the land. Now it is gone. It is gone. The spray dashes high and the beautiful sun shines through its depths and makes myriads of diamonds and pearls. They are not tears, but pearls of joy, joy, joy, while the dolphins dance and play. For the land is gone, is gone, is gone.

A ROGUISH ELF

Among all the embodied nature forces there is one who reigns supreme; his name is Love. Oh, he is such a roguish elf! He steals into men's hearts and pours out such sweet balm. He seldom talks but just expresses himself in a mystic language known alone to the heart.

Have you met him child of earth? Or have you merely met his foster brother who talks and talks until you are weary of his chatter? Yes, and betimes he grows so eloquent with his own glowing word pictures that he forgets others and remembers only himself. Poor thing! Then he suffers and cries out at the gross blindness and inhumanity of the children of men.

Have you met him? You may find him easily, but you will know him from his brother, because his brother, Love, seldom speaks when you meet him. He gazes in your face with starry misty eyes and smiles, yet the smile and the look shines in your heart all the day through.

THE FAIRY'S ENCOURAGEMENT

Beloved of Christ keep your Star shining bright
Out through the darkness of earth's dreary night.
Mid toil and confusion of battle and strife
Send out our message of Love. It is life.

O souls who are patiently waiting for day,
Be not discouraged; turn not away;
For the day that is dawning is gloriously bright;
The dreams so appalling will flee with the night.

Look on my warriors, fear not the fray.
We are the Conquerors; our Voice obey.
Sound loud the trumpet blast, happy and free,
To tell of the Day Star that is destined to be.

Oh! earth that is sobbing, like a child in its sleep.
Oh! Brother who suffers with pain fierce and deep.
Stand still in the ruin your passions have wrought.
Take count of the guerdon greed and sorrow have brought.
If your heart sinks despairing in the mystical calm,
List to God's choir; its echoes bring balm.
The fire but purifies; strife ends in peace.
Hosanna! Hosanna! the carnage must cease.
Lift up your voices, the day is at hand.
No more of sorrow to this happy land.

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