There is a book, written in 1936 by Richard Sale, the copyright of which is long past, called Not too Narrow … Not too Deep. In the three-dimensional earthworld, it is about the escape of ten men from a prison colony and the eleventh man who joined them on their journey: Jean Cambreau.
The story is narrated by one of the ten: Dr. Philip LaSalle. It is a story of spiritualization, a word I am now coining to mean the opposite of the process of a soul materializing into a body on earth, and which Scientologists might recognize as the opposite of “MESTification,” MEST (a word coined by L. Ron Hubbard)signifying the matter, energy, space and time of the physical universe aka the three-dimensional world of earth.
“Words are spirit. That’s why it is so large a task to feel them, instead of read them. When you try to understand what is written here you must understand in your heart — not in your brain. For when you think about the words, you consider their human possibility and you consider their human application and you suddenly perceive that you are considering everything about them through your own senses and that they are beyond that … You cannot catch them with your senses. You must catch them with your heart, with the love which you can feel, the gratitude which you express …” — Jean Cambreau to Philip LaSalle — Not Too Narrow … Not Too Deep
Dr. LaSalle speaks of what he learned from the tenth man, Jean Cambreau:
“Listen to me,” he said. “There is a town in Jehoraz not far from the old glory of Judea where an old Jew lived. He was very old and he knew that soon he would die, so he had his grave dug before he died to make certain that it would be just as he wanted it. When the grave-digger had finished, the Jew went to the grave and looked down into it and he shook his head and said: This grave will not do at all. The grave-digger was surprised. He’d worked hard and he considered it a good job, well done. So he said: What is wrong with this grave? Then the old Jew replied: I cannot lie in a grave like this. It is much too narrow and much too deep. When the day of resurrection comes, how shall I be able to scale the sides of it and come forth? With the bottom so deep. I’ll not be able to climb out. With the sides so narrow, I’ll not be able to get a foothold. So the grave-digger made the grave shallower and widened the sides, and the old Jew was satisfied and returned home to die.”
Cambreau paused and took breath.
“It’s much the same way with the men here,”he said. Except for you, each of them lies in a grave that is too narrow and too deep.They can’t get up and come out of it. The grave is humanness.They’re steeped in it, each of them, and they can climb up only a little way but they can’t get all the way out of it.”
“And I can?” I asked.
“You have, he said.”