Martinus: Livets Bog, vol. 3, sect. 916

916. No, the great process of creation certainly no longer offers very much support to those who go against neighbourly love. Those who for the time being shall slip through here unscathed must possess a phenomenal ability to camouflage their actions as "neighbourly love", as "defending humaneness" or as "self-defence". And, as we have already mentioned several times, is it not precisely under this camouflage that today one allows, either consciously or unconsciously, the blood-drenched atmosphere of war to rage across the Earth? Which warring nation does not proclaim humaneness, that is to say the preservation and defending of civilisation and self-defence, as the very foundation of its participation in the blood-stained dance? The present-day heroes can be given the crown of laurels only if they have swung the sword in the name of humaneness. Otherwise they are sent to prison where they experience punishment, dishonour and humiliation. No one any longer enters "Valhalla" just because they have fought for the sake of fighting, killed because it was a sport to kill or murdered because it was a pleasure to murder. The true aim of the great transformation process of the Earth's human beings is becoming clearer and clearer as an atmosphere of brightness behind all the apparent darkness. It can be sensed as a fresh sea-breeze when we approach the ocean. And the ocean is the "kingdom of heaven". This kingdom is the very culmination of humaneness. The great transformation process has brought the Earth so far from its fiery stage to the stage of animal life that one can see humaneness in the very motion of the planet, in its day and night, in its winter and summer and in its sowing and reaping. One can see it in the play of Nature, in the rays of the sun, in the bright pearls of dewdrops, in all that grows in the soil, and in the bright clouds, as well as in the innermost desire in every human being's heart, in its longing and its happiness. Across the continents and seas of the Earth, both above and below them, ahead of and behind the mutilation and death throes of the battlefields, the divine world plan's creative atmosphere of radiant humaneness shines and scintillates so strongly that the roar of the guns, the explosions and incendiary bombs, the screams and groans of war will all gradually disappear from the surface of the Earth like the damp, nocturnal mists at the dawning of a new day.