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May 12th. 1694. A Flower from the Paradisical ground hath appeared, the Nature and Property of which is never to fade, or die; for its descent is from on high, which is the Lord, the quickening Spirit from Eternity.
THis is the Plant that has put forth it self, distinct from the out∣ward Nature in me; well known it is by its pleasant Scent, qua∣lifying with Fragrant Love, so very sweet, and mild, that it harmoniseth the Soul to that degree That it feels no other life, than a Ghostly Deity; That is the Root which feeds this Rosie Flower of the Mind, with a certain kind of Balsamick Vertue; that so its beauty is of a Blushing freshness always.
Now herein lieth the greatest of all Mysteries, That under the Covert of a mortal Humane form, such an anointed Cherub, should There live and move, as having the fire-sparkling Eye, that pierceth into the Hea∣vens, there to view, and see, what is of its own Kind, and Property, transplanted into That upper Region: for known it is to me, that Spirits, Pure, and Separate from this gross Earth, may be both with Christ the Head, and with his body of Saints, who in the Heights of Glory are.
Yet mutual Greeting, and Conversation allowed may be, as springing from one Eternal root, and ground, coupled together in Loves golden Chain of Everlasting Unity.
But it is given me to understand that such Saints which are yet in the Body, (that is yet Corporeal) they must be highly spirited, and much estranged from themselves, as considered in an outward creaturely Life; for That part must be silenced, and shut up; when ever the Soul, in this Body would hold a Communion, or spiritual Conference with the King∣ly Shepherd, and That upper Fold.
Now from hence it is to be concluded, they must be High Graduated Souls, that are priviledged to come up Here to this Heavenly Court. E∣very Spirit according to its growth and attainment, so it will be ranked with such as are above; each one joined to its like in Heavenly places: for so it will be, whilst in the body of time, and when There from sepa∣rated (Oh my Friends, who ever This comes to know) they will little