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January 29, 1918
Received by:James Padgett.
Washington D.C.
I am here, Mary Kennedy.
Well, my dear, I mean Leslie. You may think that
I am a simple little English girl without having any knowledge of
what the wise men of earth call psychology. Yet I know more about
the soul than the scientist as he is known on earth, for I know
that my soul is immortal, and not only that, but the reason why
it is so. How small a thing is the human mind, even of the most
learned, as compared to the mind of a spirit who has received the
great Love of the Father in his soul, and realizes that it is a
part of the very essence of the Father's Being. I know that you
would rather have your Mary be an angel of the Celestial Heavens
than to be one of the wisest of the wise in the spiritual planes.
Well dear, this is all interesting to us from a certain viewpoint,
but really not so interesting as the great love that binds us so
closely together. A knowledge of the soul, as I know it, is very
vital, but a knowledge of what makes the soul at one in perfection
with its true soulmate is equally, if not more, important.
How poor are those spirits who are investigating the subject of
the soul in a mere intellectual way as compared with those who know
what the soul is, without having to investigate with the mind. And
when Love is known and realized how rich is the spirit who possesses
and realizes the truth of the reality of that Love, proof comes
without seeking proof, and speculation is a thing unnecessary and
unknown.
Tonight I am very happy that I can write to you, and tell you what
you already know; but to tell you is a joy, for when I do so, you
must say, "sweetheart I love you in return," and then
you see I am happy in giving and receiving. If it were not so late
I would write you a long letter, but the writer tells me that he
must not write more tonight.
So believe that I love you with all my heart, and trust in my efforts
to help and comfort you, and above all pray more to the Father for
His Love, and have faith that it will be bestowed upon you. Good
night, dear heart,
Your own loving
Mary
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