human mind lets in the higher forces of the higher mind) have lived but half of life. There is something born from a solitary vigil that is not found in the glare and activity of the daylight world.
Every hour differs from the last. There is a time just between three o’clock and five when all the vibrations of the earth change. It seems the good-bye of the night and the awakening of the day. Day holds night in some subtle, lingering embrace that will not let go until the very gray of the dawn drives the reluctant darkness from the earth.
It is at the hour of three that egos who are just lingering for the silver cord to break, will slip away. This is the death hour of the planet,–here is where the balance is most often cast, and those who fight death may well take their place at the bedside. Whether they see their ghostly visitor or not, they may know he is there, and only a strong, enduring recognition of life will hold the sick friend or loved one on this side of the veil.
No one really needs to die if he deeply cares to live, but it takes a conscious choice of the ego-man to extend his own life orbit, and, with this, a strong centralizing power on this side of the veil. Those who feel the chill of this hour creep into the room and over them, will do well to understand that “The river widens as it nears the sea,” and they must fling their minds with no uncertain desire for life, and more and more life. Then when the gray dawn comes in, the
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