Angels' Diary—Reception

I stand in Eternity,

I lave in the Ocean of Truth,

And bask in the Golden Sunshine

Of Endless Love and Youth.

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Angels' Diary

How beautiful life seemed. My soul was filled with gladness as I waited for my darling brother to come to me. I was glad to see his happy, smiling face and soon we were walking together through the beautiful country that abounds in such new and wonderful scenery. I thought to myself, It is winter upon the material plane and I have been transported suddenly into a Summerland. My soul was filled with joyful anticipation of what was to come. I was like a little child who knows no sorrow.

As we wandered along listening to the strains of delightful music which seemed to come from every direction, we met groups of white-robed angels talking with one another beneath the trees. Everyone seemed to have caught the harmony that predominates in the beautiful Summerland. I was so happy and interested in all that I saw about me that I did not even ask my darling brother where it was that we were going. I felt content to wander on and on for any length of time amid such glorious scenes as I saw about me. Occasionally the thought occurred to me, Am I dreaming and shall I suddenly wake up to the old life far away upon the earth? Everything seemed to be so satisfying. It was beautiful to think of, to see everyone provided for and no thought of envy or selfishness in any soul. We seemed to glide over the ground, our feet never touching it. Sometimes we appeared to be floating in the air, then again we were four or five inches above the ground. It was a very delightful sensation to move in this way, quite unlike walking in the material world.

I was surprised as we came to a clear, silvery lake with small flower boats gliding over the surface and to find myself walking upon the water. This was another new experience and seemed quite novel to me. After walking halfway across the lake, my darling brother said, Now we will walk through the water and behold we were upon the bed of the lake below. We could look up and see the scenery above the surface of the water and it seemed to me that in passing through this water I gained new spiritual strength, for when we emerged as dry as though we had only walked upon the land I was conscious of an improvement in my spiritual condition and was reminded of the words, Drink of the fountain of everlasting life and ye shall be white as snow. Occasionally we saw beautiful little summer houses or pagodas covered with flowering vines and then we would enter and view for a while the surrounding scenery. Nature certainly did look very beautiful bathed in the soft light that was sometimes rose-coloured, sometimes blue and then again the most brilliant, beautiful green that I had ever seen. We paid no heed to the lapse of time; indeed, there was no time in this beautiful world. Everybody was young and there was eternity to live in.

Presently we came to a beautiful grove where great numbers of people were assembled. The trees seemed to be hung with festoons of brilliant flowers and roses of different colours seemed to form a carpet for the feet. I wondered what kind of a gathering or fête it might be and presently three beautiful angels came forward bearing in their arms a robe formed of delicate pink roses. As they came near they threw the robe over me, saying, Welcome, dear heart and then I learned that the relatives of my father and mother for several generations back had gathered here in a reunion to celebrate the advent of a new member to the heavenly land. I was the new member and the guest of honour upon this occasion. I thought of my darling mother and wished that she might have seen me in that pink flower robe with my long black hair falling nearly to my feet. (My spiritual hair is much longer and more abundant than the hair that had adorned my head in material life). Surely, I thought, it would make anybody wish to pass to this higher life could they know how wonderful it is.

The festivities that followed were beautiful indeed and there were many things that were entirely beyond the comprehension of a material mind. One beautiful angel whose name I learned to be Alice Samson sang most beautifully. In my years of life, I had never heard such a magnificent voice. The memory of those tones will linger in my mind throughout all time. As she sang the listeners threw beautiful flowers at her, forming a brilliant-hued platform about her. It was very beautiful and inspiring and filled me with a delight that I had never experienced. In the centre of the grove upon a table formed of white roses was spread all sorts of spiritual food in the way of fruit and deep flower cups held the spiritual liquid.