That this correspondence is not a dead or inanimate function caused by mere fortuity or chance is invariably vouched for by the radiance of intellectuality that scintillates and sparkles through each and every crystal, every precious stone, through every plant, every flower, as well as through that ingenious power of creation disclosed in the boundless ocean of organic life we call "animals and mankind". Chaos cannot possibly exist in the universe or in the fulfilment of life's great plan. All is compatible and appropriate in every respect and serves useful purposes. Being appropriate or purposeful it discloses cogitation and thought. And disclosure of thought is the same as a living being's evidence of its own self, its own being, or life. Thus God reveals his own Self, his Being and His life through the manifestation of a thousandfold of things. If you wish to find God, to comprehend His thoughts and being, then seek there where this Holy Being manifests Himself and makes Himself accessible for the son, the living being.

Understanding of this divine address or communication to each individual is but a question of evolution. The same being generally applies to father and son or parents and children. The babe in the cradle understands nothing at all of its parents talk to it. Not even the tender nursing bestowed upon it does it apprehend as love, but shrieks from time to time at the top of its voice. If we compare the relationship between God and the son of God or the living being, we see that the same stages are traversed. Neither primitive man, nor the civilized pure materialist is able to interpret nature as being God's message and the affectionate care of his life. Ofttimes the living being cries out exceedingly discontented. But as the little child when grown up is able to understand the discourse and ways of its parents, so terrestrial man, when sufficiently evolved, after having transcended the primitive emotional stages of religious dogmatic belief and having surpassed the worship of intelligence based on weight and measure, will begin to apprehend nature as the talk of God. He is no longer fettered by religious dogmas nor materialistic knowledge. He is emancipated. Thus, being non-attached to dogmas and science, he may begin to judge righteously and can judge all things justly. And the judgments or the results of reasoning arrived at are thus the very truth: it is God's consciousness, thoughts and being. And it is this experience of truth I term "cosmic consciousness" in my principal work "The Book of Life".

And now I would like to adduce a single page from this big picture book, viz. the page that depicts one of the most beautiful days in our temperate hemisphere.

What is the meaning of a summer day? What does God through this medium wish to tell us? What divine direct message to man is thus imparted? In order to solve the problem let us venture out into the clear summer night. We are going to observe a summer day from ere sunrise to after sunset. Therefore we must get up early. In mid-summer the sun rises just after 3 o clock. Therefore, our observations must begin as early as about 2 o'clock. In our degree of latitude we are neighbours to the kingdom of the midnight sun and have therefore the so-called "light nights". And as we wander in the summer night we are not in darkness, but are enveloped in beautiful twilight or rather a pale dawning gleam from the North-Eastern sky. It is the far-off periphery of that day's radiance that hastens towards us via Siberia, China and India. It is this very periphery of the morning lands' sunshine that brings us the dawn, causes the white mists of the meadows to disperse and brings forth from the birds their first delicate thrills towards the skies. Man is still asleep in his warm bed, but soon smoke from a chimney here and there will mingle with the departing mists of night and indicate the first awakening of man's daily life. In the meantime the Eastern sky has verily become a radiant orgy of colour, has indeed become symphonies of colour in gold, purple, opal and sapphire. The radiant day star has by this time reached far up above the horizon and has spread its wealth of warmth and light upon meadows, fields and woods. Young lads drive the cattle to graze. A milk-cart jolts along the wayside and the creaking of its wheels mingles with the far-off barking of a dog. And behold, the glowing sun has by this time transformed the mists of night into a carpet of dew-pearls that in bountiful exuberance sparkles its reflection of the well of life to all and everyone from flower, leaf and bush. Insects begin to buzz. Day has come. The sun shines alike on rich and poor, young and old. God has taken awakening life into his embrace.

Then what does this great encounter between night and day on a summer morning teach us? We perceive that this meeting is incontestably a "sunrise". And in a like manner should meetings between beings and things take place. In what other manner should dark become light and happiness, how should the dark of night be otherwise dispersed?

As the living being in practically all circumstances must encounter either beings or things, he must naturally be one or other of the participators in this meeting. Being most conscious of the part he himself plays in this meeting, as he cannot possibly be equally so aware or familiar in his contemporary's life and consciousness, he is the "sun or "day" in the mutual meeting, whereas the other is "night" or "darkness". If this meeting should be natural and normal he therefore has to play the role of the sun in order to ensure a really brilliant day for both parties. Nature has ordained this encounter to be a "sunrise". And nature's sunrise the beautiful and glorious summer morning just is a splendid illustration of how a "sunrise" or "meeting" should be in order to be perfect. Have we not seen how the sun enveloped the "darkness" or "night" in its warm embrace? The mists were transformed into a scintillating carpet of dew-pearls that multiplied the reflection of the sun's life on all and everybody. The sun emitted the warmth of its heart lavishly on young and old, rich and poor alike. It knows not of distinction of rank. Its munificence is not determined by egotistical prejudice. Everything was warmed in its embrace. No wonder that peace, joy and happiness and thus health and life awakened to consciousness where darkness and the cold of night had reigned. No wonder that every little thing, every detail in the morning's panorama, the chimney smoke, the jolting milk-cart, the far-off barking of a dog, the young lads with the cattle as well as the glittering dewdrops, all constitute aggregately indispensable details in creation of the peace of morning. In what other manner could this peace be indicated? How should we have been able to perceive the blessing and peace of morning, had not just these details been apparent? Had the sun not been so brilliant and glorified everything in its celestial light but had been darkened by lightning and thunder, had it been obscured by cyclones and hurricanes or by heavy rainfalls, who then would have been filled with mirth and thankfulness upon encounter with the new day? Who would have detected the serenity by which we became conscious of the mists of night or the smoke from a few chimneys or other details, in the crash and bang of the stormy weather? The beauty of the summer morning was so impressive due to the perfect peace and quietude it revealed, a serenity where even the faintest and most feeble sound was audible and could be detected. The meeting of the mighty star of day, this ocean of light, with the rotating surface of the earth and its seas, mountains and valleys was so beautifully harmonized that even the minutest and most delicate details in nature were able, unimpaired, to imprint themselves on our minds and thoughts. It was just this experience of the tiny and delicate things that afforded us happiness and pleasure in the knowledge of the coming of day. Imagine a meeting between two living beings just as exquisitely balanced? Just imagine the effect of such an encounter were terrestrial man, when meeting his fellows, to fashion the display of his powers in such a way that he permits the finest and most delicate shades, unimpaired to present their colouring. Do you not think that we would then witness a world full and resplendent of details and objects we could not possibly view were our minds a turbulent storm of anger and vengeance? Would not tempest rage so violently that the delicate and fine threads in the consciousness of the other party would be torn asunder? Would he not hurriedly close the shutters, windows and doors of his consciousness to protect his own private and intimate thoughts against his contemporary's mentality of swelling cyclones, hurricanes and eruptions? And do you not think that these shutters, doors and windows would assuredly be opened wide where warmth of heart, sympathy and love is radiated in such a cultured or serene manner that nothing can be lacerated, nothing can be crushed or ground of the contemporary's slightest acts? Do you not think that the dark mists of night in our contemporary's mental meadows would be transmuted into a pearl carpet of dewdrops by our warmth of heart, and the reflection of our love would scintillate abundantly from every flower, leaf and branch of his mentality? And there where the dewdrops reflect the abundance of light of the rising sun, there night will depart. There, where our neighbour's eyes reflect the light of our love, there day begins. And there alone real life is awakening.

As we have seen, our experience of a summer morning, though but a single page in God's great picture book, unveiled for us no little wisdom. We observed that an encounter between two great factors: Day and night, in its highest form was a model well worth copying by beings in their daily association with one another.

And so does God speak to us through the medium of a radiant summer morning. He who shapes his encounter with beings and things in order to ensure a life-giving sunrise on a summer morning with a wealth of gladdening occurrences, or beatific harmony, making life seem like a surging flow of heavenly notes radiating all and everything with joy, he will consciously become as one with the father and recognise his identity as the immortal son of God. Wherever he ascends above the horizon, there day will break, because there God will gild the world, and there jubilant tones will rise towards the throne of the eternal one.

At noon the influence of the day star is at its maximum. The long shadows of the morning have disappeared. In solitary majesty the well of life traverses the clear blue sky. The arrangement in gold and purple, opal and sapphire that adorned the sun's course has now disappeared. Its fire has changed into a golden-white shade. But earth has become a revelation of colour, light and life. Darkness is as far off as it can possibly be. Every corner, every abyss, every crevice from which a glimpse of the blue sky can be seen is bathed, more or less, in the white light of the sun. And wherever accessible in nature, there does the well of life exercise its glorious work unhampered. It makes the surface of the earth a worthy abode for the son of God. Rivers, streamlets and brooks have become silver threads in a vivid carpet of green woods, flowery meadows and undulating cornfields, fragrant gardens, sandy beaches by blue-green oceans, violet horizons, mountain peaks above the clouds, eternal snow, all bathed in celestial light. Quivering and vibrating a life-giving warmth passes through the atmosphere, over mankind, towns, temples, castles and cottages. But life is silent. It is midday. Men and animals are at rest. God wanders over the earth.

Man and beast must yield up to this glorious unfolding of divine ability. God's proximity dazzles them totally and weakens or stuns their energy. They long for rest and shade. Hence all is quiet in the adjacent farm. The farmer and his men are taking their "afternoon nap". Under shade of a large tree a few cows have sought from the burning sun and are now lying down peacefully, chewing the cud. Men, women and children, apparently half-conscious, doze on the beach under coloured parasols. They too, are dazzled for the moment by the heavenly light. A little lizard has come out from the brink to absorb the radiant light with the whole of its body, an insect buzzes in the distance, a butterfly flutters from flower to flower. All this, in reality but enhances the perfect quietude or sublimity that characterizes the culmination of day or what terrestrial man knows as the "midday hour" or "noon".

As we have observed, the culmination of day is far greater and far more sublime than being just a period for general physical repose. It is, alike morning, a communication from divinity exposing His divine consciousness to the living being.

Is it not, indeed, an illustration of how man's own culmination in life should be? Does not the culmination of noon bear witness of exactly the same great illumination that characterizes the adolescent's ripening into manhood? What is so-called "manhood" other than mental noon. Is not the living being's manhood the same as its "culmination" or "noon"? Does not his mental light in this "hour" present itself in lonely majesty in a cloudless and bright sky? Does not such a matured being know what it wants and what it is able to do? If not, this manhood is not in contact with the noon in the outer world.

Then there must be dark clouds that mar the light in the consciousness of the being. Instead of clear and brilliant sunshine that should illumine all cracks and crevices and cause all rivers, streamlets and brooks to become silver threads in the being' s mind so that its consciousness may sparkle with amazing intellectuality, there will only be barren and frozen tundra. Perhaps, even the winter darkness of the polar night dominates the consciousness of such a being. Culmination of manhood is not perfect where the outcome is cold and darkness meaning behaviour where the being is full of irritation, envy, hatred and jealousy, unnatural desires, vice and illness. A manhood tainted by these deficiencies contrasts just as much from perfect "manhood" as do earthquakes, cyclones and floods from the quietude of a perfect summer day and sunlit noon. The serenity that allows the little butterfly to flutter from flower to flower undisturbed, the peace that lets the cow lie down leisurely and chew under the protecting shade of the tree, the abundance of supernatural power that makes holiday-makers by the seashore or the farm-hands wish to doze or rest, or makes living creatures feel disposed to rest while the celestial light passes by, is totally devoid in a manhood, which in itself is darkness, a storm or catastrophe. Noon is the "manhood" of day, just as "manhood" is the noon of a terrestrial life. Analogically, morning is the "birth" of day and "childhood", while birth and childhood is the "morning hour" and "sunrise" of terrestrial life. Terrestrial life means our experience from the cradle unto the grave or from birth to death. As the living being cannot actually die in the true sense of the word this process merely being a metamorphosis into the spiritual stage of experience, viz. the same form we experience and to which we are transferred when falling asleep at night, so shall he awaken again to physical consciousness just as he awakens in the morning to his waken physical state. From this state he again returns to the spiritual state, awakens again in the physical sphere and so this continues. Analogous to his sensing of physical days and nights, the living being thus experiences an eternal consecutive series of "cosmic days" and "nights". A terrestrial life is but one "cosmic day" while the period the living being sojourns in the spiritual world between two terrestrial lives is to be regarded as a "cosmic night" in his eternal existence.

Manhood is thus the "noon" of the cosmic day of a living being. And as the noon of a physical day can but culminate in harmony and beauty on a quiet sunlit summer day, so does the noon of the "cosmic day" likewise culminate in harmony and beauty on a "sunlit cosmic summer day". By the noon of a physical sunlit summer day a model is rendered of the "noon of a cosmic day" which indicates how the manhood of a living being should be in order to be perfect or in contact with the highest form of living. "Manhood" must be radiant sunshine in order to attain this contact. The sunrays of manhood correspond to "high intellectuality" which manifested is equal to "love".

"Just as I wander over the earth on the noon of a sunny day and on my course envelop continents and oceans in a golden hue, cast my divine light deep into ravines, crevices and abysses, and with the radiance of my light, warmth and effulgence illumine all and everything so that all living creatures in my course do not feel the cold of winter or the dark of night, but rest secure in my heavenly embrace, thus shall your spirit become brilliant light that illumines the continents and oceans of your neighbour's consciousness and penetrates deep into his dark ravines and crevices. And as I by my radiance caused the warmth of my heart to quiver and vibrate over the earth and over all beings on the noon of a summer day, likewise must your light be a revelation of intense warmth of heart that can melt mental ice-regions, bring forth the spring and cause a sunny summer to vibrate and abound over the earth and over the regions of your neighbour's consciousness. Only there where you function as radiant midday sunshine do you constitute my light, my spirit, my love. Only there will you see my countenance in your own likeness".

Hence, the noon of a perfect summer day is God's highest physical expression of how the living being's manhood presents itself when at its acme of unfoldment. A living being, having reached manhood, has passed the stages of childhood and adolescence and now stands equipped with the experiences harvested. These are the experiences that make "manhood" luminous. These experiences make a being at this stage hardly so susceptible to pure material tuition. On the merits of his knowledge he is more disposed to teach, to impart knowledge. When entering into the rank of manhood the living being is of age and does no longer need the lessons or guidance of his parents. He is a being who now has children of his own to be brought up and educated. Manhood is thus a term for maturity, a flower in full bloom. This blossoming, this unfolding, in its highest and perfect form is intellectuality or in other words altruism or loving kindness. The mature grown-up must by virtue of this his love give light to youth and protect the aged. He must be the brilliant example the child longs to resemble when he comes of age and in whose proximity others are proud and happy to be. Only in this way can the living being become "midday sun" for his environments. As long as humanity does not realize this, it will be devoid of true culture. Dark cyclones and storms of hate and war will rage over its doings, and blood, invalidity and ruin will taint its footsteps.

What is it then we observe in the summer night? Let us venture out, hear and see.

The chimes from a distant church bell tell us that day is soon at a close. Life in the workshops, fields and meadows has ceased Work is over and leisure time has come. Youth goes its own way. Here and there elders sit in front of their houses or in their gardens and ofttimes cherish in the evening's serenity reminiscences of their doings while they were young. By this time the day star has almost reached the rim of the horizon. The shadows grow longer: they are the night's pioneers. Slowly they creep forth from dales, moors and meadows to unite and envelop all territory. Mist rises and follows hard upon them. The white mists that are the wings and scenery for the plays and frolics of fairies and elves or other midsummer night's dreams must be set up.

We now turn our gaze towards the West. The sun has disappeared from our latitudes. It now throws light over the Atlantic Ocean, over the American Continent and envelops the inhabitants of Hawaii and Honolulu in its golden morning glow. It is the light of these summer regions that illumines our summer nights. The day star has not entirely forsaken us although it has set and is below the horizon. From the other side of the globe its sparkling light penetrates into the shadows of the earth and transforms the dark night into a lovely fairy tale, an arrangement in magic silhouettes against a golden background, strange whisperings in trees, branches and bushes, the scent of balsamic fragrance from flowers and plants hidden from view, an inspiration to lovers in their yearning, yea, a revelation of the proximity of God in the darkness of night. Heavenly light can, indeed, give colouring to the night or darkness. The light summer night is no jejune illustration of the greatness and omnipotence of God. It is nothing less than an open declaration of how a parting between two beings should take place to be completely in contact with perfection which is the law of intellectuality and love. As the influence of the sun transforms the dark night into a beautiful dream, into a love-inspiring fairy tale, into the impression of the vision of paradise amid the region of darkness, so should departure with those left behind be in an atmosphere so filled with love that it transmutes the consciousness of those beings into a bright and clear summer night. This particularly refers to the long voyage, the voyage far into the beyond when our spirit shall shine in other regions, in other spheres and zones, while our "night side", the winter-cold part of ourselves in the shape of a corpse, a collection of inanimate organs, a pair of lifeless eyes, is all that faces our friends on the physical plane.

From out the golden evening heaven, behind the magic silhouettes, through the whispering scenes of the summer night, inebriating and infusing everything on its way with blessedness, the following divine revelation is vibrated in the form of a celestial greeting to terrestrial man:

"Just as I, in the form of a summer day sun in the evening must leave your regions and spheres to make the day bright on other continents and oceans or on other beings and things, so must you also wander from your zone of life, from relatives and friends to throw your light on other spheres, beings and things. As I with my heavenly light gilded my departure from you with such celestial gleam that our parting was not a time of grief but of felicity that transmuted the shadows of night into a glorious dreamland adorned with the most beautiful caresses of love, and made my departure in the form of a summer night scene against the golden heavens a clear documentation of my proximity. In a like manner must you make your departure a radiant event, your behaviour must be so expressive of the sunshine of love that it cannot fail to gild every parting from your neighbour and likewise your departure to the beyond, so that the dark night of death will be glorified in your light. The sunshine of your love must be so penetratingly powerful that the beyond can make parting the golden heaven in which reminiscences of yourself in the minds of those left behind must be the inspiring magic silhouette of caresses, the dreamland of bliss which I revealed to you in the scene of a clear summer night. Thereby will also you in the climax of your separation give proof of your proximity and thus represent my very likeness, revealing my countenance where lies the earthly remains of your body, your inanimate organs and lifeless eyes and which otherwise would have meant bereavement, loss, sorrow, grief and the dark night of hopelessness for your friends. And thus, united with me, your passage into the beyond will be a journey over the highest peaks of happiness. Deep below are time and space, but we, you and I are eternity, infinity and omnipotence."

So great a divine discourse, such tremendous culminating fatherly love, such profound promises to terrestrial man has the almighty God ascribed to the strange enchantment of the clear summer night. Never has a dream, a fairy-tale, an account or talk been of more divine content! From afar, from the opposite side of the earth, the day star emits its heavenly light on the dark night-skies of our latitudes, making it the background for Divinity's address to his own son. An address that not only expresses culminating fatherly love, but is also to the very highest degree a divine manifestation of wisdom: it was a holy initiation of the son of God into that all-radiant glory which the divine Father had in store for his highly beloved son.

But it was not only inspiration for the fulfilment of the divine manifestation of love that God revealed to us in the bright summer night. We were also told in the most beauteous manner of the enrapturing experience it is to become "at one with God", which experience is the result of love. To love one's neighbour to such a degree or with so great a surplus of loving kindness that it infuses him with bliss no matter if he be with us or away from us: regardless of his antipathy or sympathy for us our conduct will be like rays of the sun that shine over all living creatures irrespective of their organisms or the appearance of their bodies. Sunshine is in our doings. The black and uninteresting night exists no longer. There, where with our high-intellectuality we are not in the process of creating a summer morn by the gentle golden dispersing of the dark of night for our neighbour, or with the culmination of our effulgence of light create the glorious midday-hour of a summer day over his mental continents, there do we gild with our love the very darkness in his sphere of consciousness and transform his mental light into a beautiful midsummer night's dream, a magic world coloured with caresses, a sphere full of bliss. There are we the great source of light in the midst of night. And there where we are the great source of light in the midst of night we are at one with God. And where we, at one with God go over the continents of night, there felicity awakens. We are now the master, the ruler of day and night. We have ascended above time and space. Our outlook is eternity, infinity and almightiness.