"We have also said that there is no death in Nature. These two statements lead to much confusion to those who are not yet permitted to know that which they cannot see. One of the thoughts which thus confuses is the thought which is expressed by many who are grieved at the loss of loved ones. These continually ask why - if there is no death - they cannot communicate with their loved ones. This would be quite self-explanatory if one would but think things through by assembling the above stated facts as a foundation to reason from. Let us do this together.
We will draw a simple, and familiar picture. You are sitting by the bedside of your husband. He is sound asleep. He has not the slightest awareness of bodily existence. You do not expect him to exchange thoughts with you, or to accompany you to town, or to inform you of anything. Your companionship with him has as surely ceased as though he was in his casket, so far as his body is concerned. It would never occur to you to employ a medium to see if she could communicate with your temporarily dead-to-the-world husband's body, as many do whose loved ones bodies are in a similar, but permanent condition. Those who do this do so because they feel that their companionship with their loved ones has ended. As you sit there, however, are you not aware of a companionship of the eternal Thomas who cannot die? Everything of a Mind-nature which has come from him to you, you still have. They are a part of your identity. The memories of them which have helped you to become you are still companion to you. You see and hear his thoughts in his works around you, the house he built with you, the children he borned with you. What is the difference between that sleeping body and a dead one? The only difference is that the dead body of Thomas cannot awaken, but Thomas, the immortal, is still living and becoming a part of you, and of all men every moment of all future ages.
If you do not grasp this ask yourself if your own life is not being enriched by Beethoven, Wagner, Shakespeare, Walt Whitman and the Emerson you so deeply love the companionship of. Would you be the same woman without them? If so are they not a part of your identity? Again, if so can you say they are dead when you can have their companionship whenever you wish? Who can you say is dead, whose body once walked the earth to be an actor in the play of Love, which The Master Playwright is throwing upon the screen of imaginings to simulate His One Idea, and to help lay a stone in the structure of civilization as one coral marine animal leaves its calcareous skeleton with other calcareous skeletons to build an island in the sea?
Can you say that Lao Tzu, or Shakespeare, Socrates, Homer, Newton and Luther are dead when they are continuing to make scholars and cultural citizens each moment of each day? Can you rightly say that Jesus died on the cross and will come again, when He is already here transforming your life and ours, and countless others by His teachings, which you can hear and read as effectually as though He spoke them to you from the voice of His body?
Who are you, therefore? Are you not all that has ever been? And will there ever come a moment in all future ages in which you are not eternally living among eternally living mankind to make it a part of you? If you thus reason can you not see the great confusion which exists in man's minds, or senses rather, because of mistaking immortality for mortality? Can you not see, and comprehend, that material bodies and material values go hand in hand with early man, but as his spiritual nature unfolds from body-sensing to Mind-knowing of God-awareness in him, man gradually exchanges material values for Intellectual ones? Can you not plainly see that man is not in an intellectually advanced age as yet, despite the seeming wonders of his material progress, but, on the contrary, he is still in the Barbarian Age of man-killing? He has not yet discovered his unity with man and God, for when man really knows his unity with all men he cannot possibly kill. Our present civilization has been built on piracy. That which one nation has taken from other nations for their enrichment has impoverished them instead. No man will kill another when he knows that he is killing himself." [Atomic Suicide, pages 248-250]