Angels' Diary—Return to Earth

Some day, we say, and turn our eyes

Toward the fair hills of Paradise;

Some day, some time, a sweet new rest

Shall blossom, flower-like, in each breast;

Some day, some time, our eyes shall see

The faces kept in memory;

Some day their hand shall clasp our hand,

Just over in the Morning-land—

O Morning-land! Morning-land!

Phelps

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The impressions produced upon my spiritual mind during my visit to that delightful mansion in the heavenly world were so deep and lasting that I shall be able to recall them through all the years of eternity. All the while I was enjoying myself I could feel vibrations sent from the dear mother far away upon the earth plane. I felt within my soul that the time would come when I would be able to reveal myself to her and tell her of my new and wonderful life in the heavenly world. My soul was filled with thanksgiving and I thanked the Creator of all life for my existence. I thought if one might go on forever in such delightful harmony what a pleasure it would be to live. Already I felt my spiritual mind expanding and growing in my new and beautiful life. It did me good to look at my dear brother so grand and imposing in appearance; I wished that his mother might see the child whom she gave to heaven at a tender age, grown into a tall, handsome angel with a grand head crowned in masses of waving black hair. I wondered if he would have looked so imposing in appearance if he had not had the opportunities that had been given him to unfold and develop in the Spirit World.

We spent many hours in the delightful home I have mentioned and as we passed out to return once more to my own new and beautiful home my mind was filled with wondering thoughts. There was so much before me still to learn, so much to assimilate in my spiritual mind. It seemed as though I had spent the most delightful afternoon of my life, in reality, I had spent, according to material time, several days. My soul felt as though it had wings and the thought occurred to me that I must return to earth and if possible send out some helpful vibrations to the dear ones who were grieving for me there. The dear brother decided to accompany me and we set out for the journey. Of course, my brother had made the trip many times, so it was not so much of a novelty to him as it was to me. I felt that I had gained much since passing from my physical body and my soul rejoiced in the fact.

It was a different route over which we passed from the one by which we entered. We entered by way of the spirit world but upon this occasion, we passed through the angelic spheres and out of the beautiful gate. I was delighted with all that I saw before me and was as interested as I had been before my entrance into the wonderful country. It seemed to me that I had never looked upon such beautiful flowers as were growing everywhere. I could see the fruit trees on one side, pink and white with blossoms, and upon the other side many varieties of fruit all upon one variety of tree. The grapes seemed so odd to me, many of them no smaller than good-sized apples but possessing neither outside skin nor seed of any kind. People upon the material plane might ask how they held together without skin or seed. If they could understand the laws and forces by which spiritual elements are governed they would not wonder at such a thing.

Upon my journey, I witnessed phenomena that I could never have possibly imagined had I possessed only material knowledge. The angelic, spiritual and heavenly worlds were all radiant with light as we passed through and the beautiful gateway glowed in the soft, peaceful atmosphere of heaven. Never shall I forget the picture that greeted my eyes as I stood upon what seemed to be a boundary line between the material universe and the world of angels and spirits. I could see the mighty universe pass before me not like a panorama, for it did not pass out of my sight for an instant. There I could see the sun in all its heat and magnitude, a great sphere of blazing light, larger than anything I had ever imagined. Then the planets and the millions and millions of stars of more colours and tints than it is possible for the material mind to comprehend. They certainly did look very beautiful.

One brilliant blue star many times larger than a house would be set in the centre of a circle of twinkling rose-coloured satellites. Then there would be clusters of bright green stars surrounded by larger clusters of yellow stars and these would be encircled by deep red stars that flashed and twinkled in a thousand vibrations. Then I could see how the vibrations of the stars and the atmosphere around them had its effect upon the people of the physical plane, for some active stars were sending out vibrations that I could see strike the earth many millions of miles away. I could see what effect intense vibrations from the planet Mars had upon the people of the earth, as well as the blue vibrations from Saturn. Venus sent out pink vibrations and those from the sun were both red and yellow and from other planets, the vibrations would be white and when two vibrations crossed as they were sent to the earth there was apt to be disturbance of some kind in the earth's atmosphere. And sometimes thousands of vibrations would strike the minds of men, causing them to get into a state of intense excitement, not knowing how such conditions existed.

I thought the moon a very queer looking place with its hollow volcanic mountains and its peculiar wind blowing continually. I thought the picture of the universe, the stars and the constellations, the comets and flashes of light, meteorites and many other sights lost to the material eye the most beautiful and wonderful sight it had ever been my lot to witness. It was night to the people of the material plane but not to me, a spiritual being, and one strange sight that struck me as being very peculiar was this—in the particular place where I was bound for the physical bodies of the inhabitants were asleep, while the astral form of the individual was free to wander wheresoever it willed and from every embodied spirit was a long stream of light, the life force connected with the physical body, which was at rest and in preparation for the work of the next day. I was glad to have it this way, for the astral forms of my dear ones were able to see me and I could talk to them as I could not have done had they been in the normal waking state. They never knew just when the physical body would pull the life cord drawing the astral back into the body; in this case, we would be obliged to part for a while. I was glad, however, to have a good talk with the dear mother and to tell her not to grieve for me when she awoke and found me gone.

The material plane itself seemed quite inferior to the new country I had found, still, it was the abiding place of those I loved and as such was worthy of my loving interest. I was interested in embodied and disembodied spirits as I saw them meet in loving communion upon the astral. To many whose lives were hard and unpleasant in the waking state it was the only source of pleasure that they had and made a bright spot that could not fail to be appreciated.