Psychic Revelations

In the Twentieth Plane—A Psychic Revelation, its compiler, Albert Durrant Watson, explains that the following description of the Mother-group's home was given through him while in trance. No stenographer was present and Watson took the notes given below.  Although fragmentary, they suggest the message quite accurately—

 
I, Dora, use the voice of an earth-Instrument to speak the plain, sweet words that are prayers, that they may be helpful to you all.

The people we are constitute the home in which we dwell. In the place in which we dwell, we have a room assigned to us. There is not an object in it. The walls and ceilings are of glass; the floor is plain. 

We furnish the room by instantaneous thought. The same thing is done more slowly on your plane. 

The home of the Mother-Group is long, narrow, has but one floor, no upstairs in homes here but the roof is so high up we can hardly see it. There is no hallway. Sixty large French window-doors. These are draped with magnificent tapestries.
 

The dining-room—long table. We take turns in sitting in the honoured place. The table is of a clear—. Jacobin legs—twisted.

The windows are tinted very light greenish with other clear colours. 

We believe in laughter and happiness.

Smaller rooms—places of soul-rest—bedrooms, beds whose mattresses are soft quilts of silk that could be pulled through a ring. Quiet slumber which is inspiration and rest.

Walls are of onyx and jasper. Steps of all the colours of an aura. 

On our main entrance there is no door—No hall—No stairs—Any may pass immediately to the heart of the home. We have no heating apparatus. Our average temperature being 110° Fahr. You will ask, would such a temperature enervate? It is altogether a case of pre-development. No soul could reach this plane that would fall back.

Ten chairs and ten plates, more than are necessary for possible guests.

When we seat ourselves, we bow our heads and repeat no words but thankful prayer is in our hearts. 

We have one room—called the inspiration-room. In this room hang the pictures we have painted in words for you.

We have paper—write on it—destroy it but we know by the glory of the aura and gleaming eyes that he who has just emerged has had a great, inspiring time.

Now I will quietly gather astral robes of white and subside into the light.

Dorothy Wordsworth (Spirit)

The Twentieth Plane—A Psychic Revelation, Albert Durrant Watson, M. D., George W. Jacobs & Company, Philadelphia, 1919