The soul world or the psychic world is not found in the vital and mental domains but much deeper. It is the very core where we enter in deep sleep to return rejuvenated even by a few minutes of contact with it.
To know things by their soul
As when one walks in sleep through luminous dreams
And, conscious, knows the truth their figures mean,
Here where reality was its own dream,
He knew things by their soul and not their shape:
As those who have lived long made one in love
Need word nor sign for heart’s reply to heart,
He met and communed without bar of speech
With beings unveiled by a material frame.
As when we move through luminous dreams knowing the meaning of each symbol so too the truth of things was self-evident here, by a deeper soul sense and soul contact rather than by the outer shape through which we try to know. In fact the dreams of the soul were here translated into reality. Speech was needed not to communicate as one could understand in silence just as two persons grown one in love over the years know each other and need neither word nor gesture to communicate. In this soul-existence devoid of the material frame through which it operates here, communication was simple and easy, spontaneous and direct.
There was a strange spiritual scenery,
A loveliness of lakes and streams and hills,
A flow, a fixity in a soul-space,
And plains and valleys, stretches of soul-joy,
And gardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit,
Its meditations of tinged reverie.
The psychic world is a world of beauty with lovely lakes and streams and hills and scenes that flowed and then fixed themselves in the soul-space. Valleys and plains were stretches of soul-joy. There were gardens with flower tracts for the spirit to move in a meditative state.
Breath of infinity
Air was the breath of a pure infinite.
In that world, one breathed the pure infinity of the Spirit.
Hues and fragrances
A fragrance wandered in a coloured haze
As if the scent and hue of all sweet flowers
Had mingled to copy heaven’s atmosphere.
The air was filled with vibrant colours and a fragrance that summed the scent and hue of all the flowers. The whole atmosphere was heavenly and beautiful.
All was beautiful
Appealing to the soul and not the eye
Beauty lived there at home in her own house,
There all was beautiful by its own right
And needed not the splendour of a robe.
The beauty that one felt and experienced there needed not the eye. It appealed to the soul-sense. In fact it was as if the very house of Beauty, impersonal, universal and emanating from every object, felt in everything and everywhere. It needed not a form to express itself.
Bodies of the Gods
All objects were like bodies of the Gods,
A spirit symbol environing a soul,
For world and self were one reality.
The objects themselves were extensions of the self and bodies of the divine aspects and powers. The soul itself was surrounded by spirit symbols. The world and self and all that was there was a single reality, forever beautiful and blissful.
This is the beautiful world, a world beyond even our imagination and conception where our souls eventually reach after its journey through the vital and mental worlds following the body’s death.