It seemed such a short time after I had drawn that last, gasping breath. Curiously, I had felt like a caged bird longing to be free. No, that breath was not a struggling to remain and breathe of earth-air still; it was a striving for that other breath, the glorious, stimulating, feeding breath whose very . . . → Read More: Chapter One: My Arrival
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Falling on my knees, I bowed my head and said a prayer of thanksgiving. Then I rose up and looked upon the gates once more. Wonderingly, I watched a curious change take place in them. Each rail of which the gates were composed, began to shine still more brightly, and then to glow with many . . . → Read More: Chapter Two: At the Gates Then began a long conference First my companions laid out upon the ground a copy, as it were, of my stained and pitiful cloak. Each phase of my past life was divided into sections like the great pages of a loose-leaf file and, bending over them, starting from the end of my life and working . . . → Read More: Chapter Three: The Conference IN JUST a moment, it seemed, we were standing on a level, grassy field. It was gently lit, but the atmosphere was cool and fresh. Here and there were clumps of long grasses, and away to my right I glimpsed a swiftly-running stream. To the left, was a wood and the whole scene was one . . . → Read More: Chapter Four: The Hall of Animals BESIDE ME, kneeling on the grass, was a young woman, clad in a white tunic as my own. She did not see me at first for she was absorbed in a little brown spaniel which sat before her. She was hanging a daisy chain about his neck and she laughed merrily as she gave him . . . → Read More: Chapter Five: I Meet Marie “Is that his name?” Marie asked gravely. “How do you know?” I looked up to reply and then saw the twinkle in her eyes. “Go on,” she laughed, “you tell me this time.” “Well,” I began, feeling a trifle embarrassed at my first advance knowledge, “when he has had some water and something to eat, . . . → Read More: Chapter Six: My First Lesson “Come,” she invited, “your task is over here.” “I know,” I agreed, falling in beside her and tucking Rainbow under my arm. “I must tell you about it.” “Do you not know I have been with you all the time? You could not see me but I was there; I shall watch over you and . . . → Read More: Chapter Seven: The Hall of Food As we crossed the meadow and entered a shady grove, my guide paused and pointed out a man who was walking slowly up and down. “There he is.” Again she touched my arm in dismissal and I walked forward quickly. I began to feel like a soldier on the eve of battle; tense, expectant, a . . . → Read More: Chapter Eight: “Stuff” Very soon we began to walk up the hill and out of the valley. Gradually the light from the creative substance grew less, until I could see it no more. I could not resist standing still to look down into the valley as it appeared to flame and sparkle in its draping of ‘fiery snow’. . . . → Read More: Chapter Nine: Earth-Sight and Heaven-Sight Suddenly my musings were interrupted by excited barking, and there was Rainbow, tearing down the last slope towards me! He did not pause in his headlong dash but leapt high in my arms where he wriggled enthusiastically, washing every inch of skin with his moist tongue ecstatically. “How you have grown, Rainbow!” I cried at . . . → Read More: Chapter Ten: Anxiety for the Angel “Arthur”, murmured my mind, “may I have a talk with you?” I did not speak the words in order that the others should not be disturbed, but directed the thought into his mind. At once I saw him rise and withdraw from the others. In a moment he was beside me, gripping my shoulder in . . . → Read More: Chapter Eleven: The Hall of Books “Only by finding out how little we are can we know how great He is, and learn to trust Him,” said the Favourite Auntie, closing the Bible gently. Jimmy looked sleepily at the ring on her finger, all fire and light and golden glory. . . golden light and fiery glory. . . lightning and . . . → Read More: Chapter Twelve: Arthur’s Story “That is capital!” I cried, sitting up to look across at Arthur. “I believe you really live the character of Jimmy and forget all about Arthur for the time being.” “I am afraid I do,” he confessed, looking a little shamefaced. “I always get absorbed in a story like that.” “A good thing you do, . . . → Read More: Chapter Thirteen: The Flying Fish It was when I drew near that I noticed the special radiance of my guide’s face. She was all on fire with a joy that poured out from her in rays, and it was impossible not to be touched by them and feel the heart lift in sympathy. “You have something to tell me.” “You . . . → Read More: Chapter Fourteen: Good News The time seemed to pass very quickly after that. Led by my guide, I went from Hall to Hall, meeting a great many people. To some I told the circumstances of the wrong I had done them, for these were Purple-Gowned; to others I merely offered my services. From all, without exception, I received a . . . → Read More: Chapter Fifteen: Through the Halls “All men come to know this hunger in the end,” my earth-guide said. At first, many of them think they want other things—the company of friends, the fulfilment of wishes. . . At last, when they have had all these and still their hunger is unappeased, they seek Him whom their soul loveth. Then they . . . → Read More: Chapter Sixteen: Purple-Gowned |
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