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Our actual consciousness would have passed into the new existence: we should be independent of the old. OUR ACTUAL CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD HAVE PASSED INTO THE NEW EXISTENCE WE SHOULD BE INDEPENDENT OF THE OLD
 where spring and summer weave the year between them, and the autumn processes are hardly noticed as they come and go. The one thing is to keep obedient in spirit, then you will be ready to let the flower-time pass if He bids you, when the sun of His love has worked some more ripening. You will feel by then that to try to keep the withering blossoms would be to cramp and ruin your soul. It is loss to keep when God says 'give'. For here again death is the gate of life: it is an entering in, not a going forth only; it means a liberating of new powers as the former treasures float away like the dying petals. We cannot feel a consciousness of death: the words are a contradiction in terms. If we had literally passed out of this world into the next we should not feel dead, we should only be conscious of a new wonderful life beating within us. Our consciousness of death would be an entirely negative matter--the old pains would be unable to touch us, the old bonds would be unable to fetter us. EOPLE LIKE THE LANDS WHERE SPRING AND SUMMER WEAVE THE YEAR BETWEEN THEM AND THE AUTUMN PROCESSES ARE HARDLY NOTICED AS THEY COME AND GO THE ONE THING IS TO KEEP OBEDIENT IN SPIRIT THEN YOU WILL BE READY TO LET THE FLOWER TIME PASS IF HE BIDS YOU WHEN THE SUN OF HIS LOVE HAS WORKED SOME MORE RIPENING YOU WILL FEEL BY THEN THAT TO TRY TO KEEP THE WITHERING BLOSSOMS WOULD BE TO CRAMP AND RUIN YOUR SOUL IT IS LOSS TO KEEP WHEN GOD SAYS GIVE FOR HERE AGAIN DEATH IS THE GATE OF LIFE IT IS AN ENTERING IN NOT A GOING FORTH ONLY IT MEANS A LIBERATING OF NEW POWERS AS THE FORMER TREASURES FLOAT AWAY LIKE THE DYING PETALS WE CANNOT FEEL A CONSCIOUSNESS OF DEATH THE WORDS ARE A CONTRADICTION IN TERMS IF WE HAD LITERALLY PASSED OUT OF THIS WORLD INTO THE NEXT WE SHOULD NOT FEEL DEAD WE SHOULD ONLY BE CONSCIOUS OF A NEW WONDERFUL LIFE BEATING WITHIN US OUR CONSCIOUSNESS OF DEATH WOULD BE AN ENTIRELY NEGATIVE MATTER THE OLD PAINS WOULD BE UNABLE TO TOUCH US THE OLD BONDS WOULD BE UNABLE TO FETTER US
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