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On any given day a youngster may take a ride on a merry-go-round. The same little boy or girl might also sit astride a toy horse, and pretend that the horse is part of the merry-go-round. The same child might see the image of a merry-go-round on the television screen, or be told about another youngster’s visit to a playground, and a subsequent ride on a merry-go-round.

The child will be completely absorbed in the merry-go-round ride that was directly experienced. He or she may indeed be just as engrossed — or even more so — in the imaginary ride on the rocking horse. There will be some involvement, of course, as the child watches the images of the merry-go-round horses on the television station, while the story about another child’s visit to the playground will not take nearly as much of his interest.

In the reincarnational terms, however, the merry-go-round events might be experienced directly in some existences, or appear in a dream in another existence, or turn up simply as an image in another, or happen in an event involving real horses instead of merry-go-round horses. In other words, in one way or another the events of one living experience are reflected in each other living experience.

In somewhat the same way, events appear and are reflected in reincarnational existences. All the lives are actually occurring at the same time, as the hypothetical youngster’s merry-go-round experiences happened all in one day.

[...] That is the meaning of spirituality and as I have told you before, if I could, I would do a merry dance about the room to show you that your vitality is not dependent upon a physical image. [...]

That is the meaning of spirituality; and as I have told you before, if I could I would do a merry dance about the room to show you that your vitality is not dependent upon a physical image. [...]

Also, Ruburt’s conscious mind is quite merry over your portrait award, and if you both are merry then I will join in the general enthusiasm.

[...] I told her that Orlene Gladston had called me from California this morning, to wish us a Merry Christmas and ask about Jane’s condition, and that my brother Loren, who at 63 is a year younger than I am, had called yesterday for the same reason. [...]

(Now Christina was sounding off in jumbled English and Russian, singing bits and pieces of Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, Georgia, and so forth. [...]

[...] We have given you an idea for a book—Merry Christmas—and some dictation, beginning chapter seven. [...]

[...] I am indeed leading you on a merry chase. All chases are merry. [...]

I will come through and say hello and to wish you a Merry Christmas. [...]

[...] So I will give you a merry Ho, Ho, Ho. [...]

[...] You all have more than one secret and there will be plenty of time for the rest of them and then you can dance through the grasses and I will lead you with a merry flute, indeed; and then you will not need me to lead you with a merry flute, for you will hear your own music and be able to follow it. [...]

Now: I bid you a Merry Christmas, as you understand the term. [...]

Now: I wish you a merry new year into which I hope you manage to insert a touch of lightheartedness now and then. [...]

Merry Christmas, Jane.

[...] And now I bid you a merry Christmas (louder) and a fond good evening.

Children play and believe it or not the gods play, and they have a merry game. [...]

I am very glad that we are here together, and if I cannot be merry, it is only because when I am merry I speak too loudly, and I embarrass my hosts.

(“With something beginning with an M, and something beginning with a G,” We didn’t know, although we speculated that the initials were a distortion of Miss Callahan, or of Merry Christmas, both these ideas being related to the source of the poinsettia plant which furnished the leaves as objects. [...]

(Which leaves us just about where we were—Miss Callahan, Merry Christmas…?)

[...] It is hard for me to tell you that you are a merry rose in a happy garden (to Florence. [...]

[...] In particular I remember a toy merry-go-round. [...]

[...] And so there is instead triumph, for you say, “I am dead, and still I am I” You will dance a merry dance! [...]

[...] He knew you were making every effort to provide your end of a merry Christmas, with the tree, etc.