The Adjuster and the Soul

111:7.1Un­cer­tainty with se­cu­rity is the essence of the Par­a­dise ad­ven­ture—un­cer­tainty in time and in mind, un­cer­tainty as to the events of the un­fold­ing Par­a­dise as­cent; se­cu­rity in spirit and in eter­nity, se­cu­rity in the un­qual­i­fied trust of the crea­ture son in the di­vine com­pas­sion and in­fi­nite love of the Uni­ver­sal Fa­ther; un­cer­tainty as an in­ex­pe­ri­enced cit­i­zen of the uni­verse; se­cu­rity as an as­cend­ing son in the uni­verse man­sions of an all-pow­er­ful, all-wise, and all-lov­ing Fa­ther.

111:7.2May I ad­mon­ish you to heed the dis­tant echo of the Ad­juster’s faith­ful call to your soul? The in­dwelling Ad­juster can­not stop or even ma­te­ri­ally al­ter your ca­reer strug­gle of time; the Ad­juster can­not lessen the hard­ships of life as you jour­ney on through this world of toil. The di­vine in­dweller can only pa­tiently for­bear while you fight the bat­tle of life as it is lived on your planet; but you could, if you only would—as you work and worry, as you fight and toil—per­mit the valiant Ad­juster to fight with you and for you. You could be so com­forted and in­spired, so en­thralled and in­trigued, if you would only al­low the Ad­juster con­stantly to bring forth the pic­tures of the real mo­tive, the fi­nal aim, and the eter­nal pur­pose of all this dif­fi­cult, up­hill strug­gle with the com­mon­place prob­lems of your pres­ent ma­te­rial world.

111:7.3Why do you not aid the Ad­juster in the task of show­ing you the spir­i­tual coun­ter­part of all these stren­u­ous ma­te­rial ef­forts? Why do you not al­low the Ad­juster to strengthen you with the spir­i­tual truths of cos­mic power while you wres­tle with the tem­po­ral dif­fi­cul­ties of crea­ture ex­is­tence? Why do you not en­cour­age the heav­enly helper to cheer you with the clear vi­sion of the eter­nal out­look of uni­ver­sal life as you gaze in per­plex­ity at the prob­lems of the pass­ing hour? Why do you refuse to be en­light­ened and in­spired by the uni­verse view­point while you toil amidst the hand­i­caps of time and floun­der in the maze of un­cer­tain­ties which be­set your mor­tal life jour­ney? Why not al­low the Ad­juster to spir­i­tu­al­ize your think­ing, even though your feet must tread the ma­te­rial paths of earthly en­deavor?

111:7.4The higher hu­man races of Uran­tia are com­plexly ad­mixed; they are a blend of many races and stocks of dif­fer­ent ori­gin. This com­pos­ite na­ture ren­ders it ex­ceed­ingly dif­fi­cult for the Mon­i­tors to work ef­fi­ciently dur­ing life and adds def­i­nitely to the prob­lems of both the Ad­juster and the guard­ian ser­a­phim af­ter death. Not long since I was pres­ent on Sal­ving­ton and heard a guard­ian of des­tiny pre­sent a for­mal state­ment in ex­ten­u­a­tion of the dif­fi­cul­ties of min­is­ter­ing to her mor­tal sub­ject. This ser­a­phim said:

111:7.5“Much of my dif­fi­culty was due to the un­end­ing con­flict be­tween the two na­tures of my sub­ject: the urge of am­bi­tion op­posed by an­i­mal in­do­lence; the ide­als of a su­pe­rior peo­ple crossed by the in­stincts of an in­fe­rior race; the high pur­poses of a great mind an­tag­o­nized by the urge of a prim­i­tive in­her­i­tance; the long-dis­tance view of a far-see­ing Mon­i­tor coun­ter­acted by the near­sight­ed­ness of a crea­ture of time; the pro­gres­sive plans of an as­cend­ing be­ing mod­i­fied by the de­sires and long­ings of a ma­te­rial na­ture; the flashes of uni­verse in­tel­li­gence can­celled by the chem­i­cal-en­ergy man­dates of the evolv­ing race; the urge of an­gels op­posed by the emo­tions of an an­i­mal; the train­ing of an in­tel­lect an­nulled by the ten­den­cies of in­stinct; the ex­pe­ri­ence of the in­di­vid­ual op­posed by the ac­cu­mu­lated propen­si­ties of the race; the aims of the best over­shad­owed by the drift of the worst; the flight of ge­nius neu­tral­ized by the grav­ity of medi­ocrity; the prog­ress of the good re­tarded by the in­er­tia of the bad; the art of the beau­ti­ful be­smirched by the pres­ence of evil; the buoy­ancy of health neu­tral­ized by the de­bil­ity of dis­ease; the foun­tain of faith pol­luted by the poi­sons of fear; the spring of joy em­bit­tered by the wa­ters of sor­row; the glad­ness of an­tic­i­pa­tion dis­il­lu­sioned by the bit­ter­ness of re­al­iza­tion; the joys of liv­ing ever threat­ened by the sor­rows of death. Such a life on such a planet! And yet, be­cause of the ever-pres­ent help and urge of the Thought Ad­juster, this soul did achieve a fair de­gree of hap­pi­ness and suc­cess and has even now as­cended to the judg­ment halls of man­so­nia.”

111:7.6[Pre­sented by a Soli­tary Mes­sen­ger of Or­von­ton.]