A Wanderer in the Spirit Lands

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Progressive Thinker Publishing House, 1913 - Spiritualism - 286 pages
 

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Page 90 - Neither spirits nor mortals can know everything, and spirits can only give you what are the teachings which their own particular schools of thought and advanced teachers give as their explanations. Beyond this they cannot go, for beyond this they do not themselves know; there is no more absolute certainty in the spirit world than on earth, and those who assert that they have the true and only explanation of these great mysteries are giving you merely what they have been taught by more advanced spirits,...
Page 8 - ... Silver Cord is not always easy. The SpiritAuthor, Franchezzo, whose Dedication we included earlier in this Chapter, offers a sobering insight into this difficulty. After his physical death he sees, standing by his grave, the girl he loved. When she leaves he tries to follow her but is unable to. I strove with all my might to follow her. In vain, I could go but a few yards from the grave and my earthly body, and then I saw why. A chain as of dark silk thread - it seemed no thicker than a spider's...
Page 103 - ... mountain caverns. Such, too, are the fairies whom men have seen in lonely and secluded places. Some of these beings are of a very low order of life, almost like the higher order of plants, save that they possess independent motion. Others are very lively and full of grotesque, unmeaning tricks. ... As nations advance and grow more spiritual these lower forms of life die out from the astral plane of that earth's sphere, and succeeding generations begin at first to doubt and then to deny that they...
Page 212 - While we waited in expectation of what we were to see a soft strain of music floated towards us as though borne upon some passing breeze. This grew stronger, fuller, more distinct, till a solemn majestic measure like the march of an army fell upon our ears. . . . Then the curtains glided apart and showed us a huge mirror of black polished marble. And then the music changed to another measure, still solemn, still grand, but with somewhat of discord* CasselPs, London, 1918.
Page 212 - ... the drama being enacted before my eyes I forgot where I was — I forgot everything — and seemed to be wandering once more in the dark depths of Hell. Picture melted into picture, till we had been shown the varied experiences of each of our band, from the lowest member to our leader himself — the last scene showing the whole company assembled upon the hill listening to the farewell discourse of our commander. And like the chorus in a Greek Tragedy, the wild music seemed to accompany and explain...
Page 90 - The waves of truth are continually flowing from the great thought centers of the Universe, and are transmitted to earth through chains of spirit...
Page 236 - In this stage it is a most powerful magnet, attracting to itself the minute particles of matter which float through all the ether of space. This ether has been supposed to be void of all material atoms such as float in the atmosphere of planets, but that is an incorrect supposition, the fact being that the atoms of matter are simply subdivided into even more minute particles compared to which a grain of sand is as the bulk of the sun to the earth.
Page 213 - ... showing the whole company assembled upon the hill listening to the farewell discourse of our commander. And like the chorus in a Greek Tragedy, the wild music seemed to accompany and explain it all, varying with every variation in the dramas, now sad and sorrowful, now full of repose or triumph. . . At last as the final scene was enacted it sank into a soft plaintive air of most exquisite sweetness, and died away note by note. As it ceased, the darkness vanished, the curtain glided over the black...
Page 51 - He looked like a child, helpless and wounded, standing there lost, waiting for someone to take him by the hand and lead him back to the comfortable safety of his worn teddy bear and tattered baby blanket. "The water," Frank said, still rubbing his chest, but he was able to breathe, and able to speak.
Page 212 - This grew stronger, fuller, more distinct, till a solemn majestic measure like the march of an army fell upon our ears. Then the curtains glided apart and showed us a huge mirror of black polished marble. And then the music changed to another measure, still solemn, still grand, but with somewhat of discordance in its tones. It wavered, too, and became uneven in the measure of its time, as though halting with uncertain step, stumbling and hesitating. Then the air around us darkened till we could scarce...

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