July 15 1965
It is with great joy that I bring to you this day two friends.
Two who are related to you, not in the flesh but through life. Jung and a colleague Huxley.
We are very grateful to be with old friends who have allowed us through their love and through their great kindness to come together in this way. To talk to you in this charming little house. I am at home in a wooden building. I loved the small wooden chalet and I loved the smell of wood. And the smell brings back memories. Through you I can receive the aroma of the wood. You must excuse me but I am very interested in all I've seen. But I am aware that you cannot see with your eyes, but we can see, the many people who gather at these times to listen, but so many gather because they are simply curious, for it is not usual for such meetings as this to take place, in other words, it is not an everyday occurrence.
I have been told there has been much planning and forethought you put into this operation. We have been interested in my work. But in very truth, you saw in many ways, much clearer and with a much wider vision than I myself could see. You recognised the love for what it was, the Spirit of the Father. And you saw and recognised it in all others. I knew that something great and glorious, something beyond our normal ken, was buried deep within each and every one. But I could not recognise this wonderful thing as living outside and beyond the individual. I knew through my work that one could pick up, as it were, like the magnet picks up the pins, the emotion and the feeling of others. The emotion of happiness or sadness or grief or hate or love, could be picked up by another person, and this was very pronounced in my work. And now I can understand how psychic people, who have developed their gift, suffer upon the Earth plane. I see now that the only safeguard is searching through the psychic into the spiritual, and abiding on the plane of pure and absolute love.
If I could talk to my colleagues and those who are carrying on the work where I left off, I would say this, albeit it seems strange, and a little sad, that the only ones that will listen to me are those who would not be listened to in my own field, in my own sphere of work. But I will tell you because you have the ears to hear, and because I love my work, and I still live to serve, I still sigh for those who are tortured through the psychic, through the mind, through ignorance. I would like to use the word 'culmination', meaning it is all there, gathered in, and I would like to say to those who follow after me in my work, it is sad, I cannot say it. But you gaze upon the water and you gaze upon the face of the water, and you see the water, and perchance you see your own reflection which is but an illusion. But, lying on the ocean bed, there hidden from your physical eyes, is the oyster. It is there. And you gaze at the shell of the oyster and you see but the oyster. But the pearl is there. You gaze at a certain season, at the rose leaves small and curled at the top of the branch, and you see not the bud. But it is there. And you look at the egg of the bird and you see but the shell. But the bird is there. And people look at each other and see but the face of another human being. They judge and gauge that person by his or her exterior behaviour, temperament, physical features, the shapely form of the body, and they know not they recognise not, the spirit, the God, the great oneness that is very deep. And this pearl of the oyster and the bud of the rose bush, this was what I was looking for but did not truly find. But it was all there, waiting for me.
I had searched, I had served, I had worked, with one thing always in my mind, filling my heart, filling my whole being, compassion, a desire to take away pain and suffering. And how many times I sat with my head in my hands, with my heart and mind as heavy and as sick as those I had been attending to, because I knew, I felt, I had not the secret.
But it was all here waiting for me. In its proper time and in its proper place, the answer was there. And I will not rest until I have found a way to bring this truth to my colleagues. But even so my path indeed was difficult. But yours is even more so. For I found it very difficult to prove and to make others believe that there was such a thing as the psychic. And even I myself could not believe or realise that this was indeed the very essence, the very soul of man.
The friends of the unconscious are definitely there. But there are guides, friends, and council from the other side who come to the pupil when the pupil is good and ready. And it is the friends of the unconscious who attract these other beings. Good attracts good, and the highest attracts the highest, and the evil attracts the evil.
But you have prayed, and you have asked me personally to help the friend who is afflicted with a mental disorder. I, and the many who are willing to help me, will do our very best, but it is physical as well as mental. The brain is damaged. It is hereditary. But, it is such a comfort, is it not? that you are only looking at the face of the water, the oyster and the pearl are there. And even the thought must bring in its wake, the ….
It is good, It is good, good, good.
Let me just say one word, dear friends. You enjoyed the Perennial Philosophy...…
It would appear to be Jung doing most of the communication here.
An interesting thing to note is that through a psychic connection to Mary he was able to perceive the smell of the wooden building. This is very likely to be the hut in her garden. He mentions the difficulty of mentioning the psychic to colleagues, and his struggle to understand the secret to helping people.
He talks about the superficial appearance and behaviours of a person, the closed shell, hiding the pearl: “the spirit, the God, the great oneness that is very deep”. He felt that he did not truly find this in his lifetime, but it was revealed when he passed.
There is another mention of like attracting like, and that when the student is ready, the master appears.
The closing words — "the Perennial Philosophy" — is Huxley's own term for the very thing being described: a single spiritual reality underlying every mind, which psychology touches but only spiritual understanding can complete.