Oh gold, thou pest of earth, a lasting curse—
For thee men will their honour sacrifice—
For plunder, fraud, or murder, which is worse,
Until their guilty spirit onward flies
Unto a world where it can never sleep—
But shall with anguish groan and sorrow weep,
Till it has passed the first immortal sphere,
And to its Maker then is drawing near—
Where all its sorrows end in joy and peace,
And from all worldly cares it is released.
—Spiritual
I am the spirit of Daniel Reives.
My treasures appeared dancing before my eyes as if taunting me in triumph at its passing into another’s hands. I tried to seize it, but its touch was as of coals of fire, which acted as an electric shock upon me.
Suffering the taunts and reproaches of those whom I had injured whilst living, my thoughts though unconscious to themselves mingled with the thoughts of others whom I had injured and hurled into poverty by my avarice—smote me with violence and rebounded from off me with the most indescribable torment.
After suffering thus for years, exposed to every species of remorse of conscience and torment from those who were still living, I was then passed through the most loathsome darkness, amidst the yells, screams and howlings of myriads of beings, who appeared occupied in inflicting torture and torment upon each other, passing with the velocity of whirlwinds around the atmosphere of the globe, each enduring sufferings impossible to be described at the hands of those whom they had injured in life, who departed before and after them—all inflicting and all receiving the most horrible torture—all accusing and all being accused—all empowered to retaliate, but none alleviating their sufferings thereby in the least.
Therefore, declare to the world that the sufferings after death in their mildest form are beyond all earthly comprehension and that tyranny, hypocrisy, murder, drunkenness, usury, infidelity and suicide all suffer in equal proportions and can describe what I have been commanded to do.
Let man take warning from these words and remember that to hoard wealth is to deprive their fellow creatures of that which the Lord of All has created for them, and that all who have suffered hunger or want at their hands whilst living will be to them instruments of torture after death. Let all men learn there is an everlasting existence in immortality in which all must suffer according to their deeds and in which all must dread the future even after death.
Take warning!
My mission is now complete.

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