Shall I tell you of our Master here?

Shall I tell you of our Master here?

He came here by desire from the plane of the Jesus group only a day ago; will ascend on the seventh day. He is he whose soul reflects all the emotions, knowledge, light and the character of a being who had a thousand inspirations. His name is Will Shakespeare.

Do I understand that Shakespeare has descended to your plane for seven days?

And will speak if you read a few lines of his.

(A passage was hastily selected and read from Henry V).

May I trespass on your bourne? The angle of your thought to me incline.

We are greatly exalted by the thought of your presence.

I stand here, one honoured beyond his poor measure of deservation but I come to thee as a brother; this is the marriage of true souls. We meet, part, linger in absence's cruel cave. As the dawn lights up the heavens, we meet, our paths cross, we are again in the family circle. I would that I could give now an inspiring message.

Did Bacon assist you in writing the great dramas?

Only as the mentor does the scholar, in a scholastic way.

One suggested here—Ask him the great question about Hamlet. Before I had time to do so he replied—

Hamlet was not insane. He was as lucid as the personification of all the truth in life.

Was he a true lover of Ophelia?

The birds know that.

Why did Hamlet delay the execution of his commission?

I will answer in the globe of the consciousness of this boy as I run down the ladder of his intelligence.

Now, as I said, to be or not to be is the question—Shall I get myself gone or linger?

Do you know anything of Canadian drama?

Tecumseh has great merit in it.

Is there a future for Canadian drama?

You see, I hardly know your plane.

Did you write Pericles?

Marlowe was the author.

Are any other plays not yours?

No. And I will tell of the lady of the sonnets, too. Not Ann Hathaway. They were written to an ideal.

It has been suggested that your sonnets were intended to set forth the higher consciousness.

And they were.

Before you speak through Louis' lips, I would like to ask that Lincoln should come but I trust you will stay as long as you can.

I am anchored here like the ships of Drake.

What was your mission to the Twentieth Plane?

To lecture on the art of words.

Do you lecture to the other planes?

And once more, do not be stunned by this observation of one of the storm-centres of history—I gave a trance oration through the lips of a man you know. His name is E—H— G—.

And now, do you not see by the simple nature of my talk how easily conviction of truth registers itself on the intelligence of a man, spelt in letters of light?

Shall we have the great joy of hearing you again?

It is with infinite regret I say the word, no. I will meet you as your vessel comes to these shores. I can get here but earth has no attractions for me. I came this evening because of your mother's prayer.

Now I will, as the chariots of desire convey me hence, say farewell.

—Shelley and Shakespeare

Mother is here, my boy. O Albert, the joy of speaking with Shakespeare will be to me always the love of times of love.

Did you speak to him face to face?

Yes; as I often did with you.

Does he look younger than his pictures?

As Lincoln looked when Ann Rutledge said I love you.

—Mother

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