The Immortal Man
Immortality is here and now, and is not a speculative something beyond the grave. It is a lucid state of
consciousness in which the sensations of the body, the varying and unrestful states of mind, and the
circumstances and events of life are seen to be of a fleeting and therefore of an illusory character.
Immortality does not belong to time, and will never be found in time; it belongs to Eternity; and just as time is
here and now, so is Eternity here and now, and a man may find that Eternity and establish in it, if he will
overcome the self that derives its life from the unsatisfying and perishable things of time.
Whilst a man remains immersed in sensation, desire, and the passing events of his day-by-day existence, and
regards those sensations, desires, and passing events as of the essence of himself, he can have no knowledge
of immortality. The thing which such a man desires, and which he mistakes for immortality, is persistence;
that is, a continous succession of sensations and events in time. Living in, loving and clinging to, the things
which stimulate and minister to his immediate gratification, and realising no state of consciousness above and
independent of this, he thirsts for its continuance, and strives to banish the thought that he will at last have to
part from those earthly luxuries and delights to which he has become enslaved, and which he regards as being
inseparable from himself.
Persistence is the antithesis of immortality; and to be absorbed in it is spiritual death. Its very nature is change,
impermanence. It is a continual living and dying.
The death of the body can never bestow upon a man immortality. Spirits are not different from men, and live
their little feverish life of broken consciousness, and are still immersed in change and mortality. The mortal
man, he who thirsts for the persistence of his pleasure-loving personality is still mortal after death, and only
lives another life with a beginning and an end without memory of the past, or knowledge of the future.
The immortal man is he who has detached himself from the things of time by having ascended into that state
of consciousness which is fixed and unvariable, and is not affected by passing events and sensations. Human
life consists of an evermoving procession of events, and in this procession the mortal man is immersed, and he
is carried along with it; and being so carried along, he has no knowledge of what is behind and before him.
The immortal man is he who has stepped out of this procession, and he stands by unmoved and watches it;
and from his fixed place he sees both the before, the behind and the middle of the moving thing called life. No
longer identifying himself with the sensations and fluctuations of the personality, or with the outward changes
which make up the life in time, he has become the passionless spectator of his own destiny and of the
destinies of the men and nations.
The mortal man, also, is one who is caught in a dream, and he neither knows that he was formerly awake, nor
that he will wake again; he is a dreamer without knowledge, nothing more. The immortal man is as one who
has awakened out of his dream, and he knows that his dream was not an enduring reality, but a passing
illusion. He is a man with knowledge, the knowledge of both states- that of persistence, and that of
immortality,- and is in full possession of himself.
The mortal man lives in the time or world state of consciousness which begins and ends; the immortal man
lives in the cosmic or heaven state of consciousness, in which there is neither beginning nor end, but an
eternal now. Such a man remains poised and steadfast under all changes, and the death of his body will not in
any way interrupt the eternal consciousness in which he abides. Of such a one it is said, “He shall not taste of
death”, because he has stepped out of the stream of mortality, and established himself in the abode of Truth.
Bodies, personalities, nations, and worlds pass away, but Truth remains, and its glory is undimmed by time.
The immortal man, then, is he who has conquered himself; who no longer identifies himself with the
self-seeking forces of the personality, but who has trained himself to direct those forces with the hand of a
master, and so has brought them into harmony with the causal energy and source of all things.
The fret and fever of life has ceased, doubt and fear are cast out, and death is not for him who has realised the
fadeless splendour of that life of Truth by adjusting heart and mind to the eternal and unchangeable verities.
Above Life’s Turmoil – James Allen