Abode of the blessed

Let us speak of the last spirals of glory, inhabited by the pure Spirits. No one reaches them before having traversed the cycles of the wandering Spirits. Jupiter is on the highest rung of the scale. When a Spirit, long purified by his sojourn on that planet, is judged worthy of supreme happiness, he is forewarned of it by a redoubling of ardor; a subtle fire animates all the delicate parts of his intelligence, which seems to radiate and to become visible; dazzling, transfigured, he brightens the light that seemed so radiant to the eyes of the inhabitants of Jupiter; his brothers recognize the chosen one of the Lord and, trembling, kneel before his will. Meanwhile, the chosen Spirit rises, and the heavens, in their supreme harmony, reveal to him indescribable beauties. As he ascends, he understands, no longer as in erraticity, no longer seeing the whole of created things, as on Jupiter, but embracing the infinite. His transfigured intelligence rises like an arrow up to God, without trembling and without terror, as in an immense focus nourished by a thousand diverse objects. Love, in these diverse Spirits, takes on the color of their personality; they recognize one another and rejoice. Reflected, their virtues reverberate, so to speak, the delights of the vision of God and increase incessantly with the happiness of each chosen one. A sea of love that each tributary swells, these pure forces remain no more inactive than the forces of other spheres. Soon invested with the gift of ubiquity, they embrace at the same time the infinite details of human life, from its emergence to the last stages. Irresistible like light, their sight penetrates everywhere simultaneously and, active like the force that moves them, they spread the will of the Lord. As from a full urn the beneficent wave escapes, their universal goodness warms the worlds and confounds evil. These diverse interpreters have as ministers of their power the Spirits already purified. Thus, everything rises, everything is perfected, and charity radiates over the worlds, which it nourishes in its powerful bosom.

The pure Spirits have as their attribute the possession of all that is good and true, because they possess the very principle, which is God. Human thought itself limits all that it embraces and does not admit the infinite, which happiness does not limit. After God, what can there be? God still, always God. The traveler sees the horizons succeed the horizons, and one is but the beginning of another; thus, the infinite unfolds incessantly. The greatest joy of the pure Spirits is precisely this extension as profound as eternity itself. Just as one does not describe a grace, a flame, and a ray, I cannot describe the pure Spirits. More vivid, more beautiful, and more resplendent than the most etheral images, one word sums up their being, their power, and their pleasures: Love! Fill with this word the space that separates the Earth from Heaven, and you will still have only the idea of a drop of water in the sea. However crude it may be, only earthly love can give you an idea of its divine reality. [See:

Preliminary Observations.]

Georges.