You have work to do.

The seeds of disease have been implanted in most humans, which―rapidly developed by the lives they live―is the motive power, which brings them prematurely to spirit-life.

This cause, which is ultimately to produce a natural effect, has seasons in which it seems to be nearly ready to consummate its purpose, but there comes some counterirritant or some cause stronger that―for a time―deadens the effect of this latent force, and the patient rises again from the sick bed. 

But each time this struggle happens, the power of the system to throw off this disease becomes weakened and one notch lower in its bodily strength.

Much depends on the manner of living―

Food eaten―

Employment―

All that goes to make up life―

Whether the body can still generate sufficient force after these attacks, which come by heredity. 

But―at the best―the will-power and the bodily-force must―after a while―bend to the inevitable.

Sooner or later, the shell must give up its hold on the spirit. 

There are some pure lives, which fade away, rather than sicken, and the body―worn in all parts―gives way to the spiritual, which is intensified.

But these instances are rare. 

The cases of inherited disease are so frequent that we wish to say to those who perceive the venom coursing through veins to its deadly work to take hold with a surer grip―

You have work to do.

When you see the utter hopelessness of the case, instead of letting the sad tears flow, show your bravery of spirit by striving to conquer yourself. 

There before you is a loved one awaiting the change. 

Disease―at times―almost sways the spirit out of the body, but the clinging of home friends and the dread of entering an untried future has the effect to stay the power of disease for a time.

Hopes are revived, and after prolonged suffering, which need not have been, that spirit is released from the earthly body by the help of waiting angels.

Now how much better it would be if you would learn how to help each other die. 

When it is seen that earth-life cannot long last, those waiting around the sick bed should speak cheeringly to the sufferer of the beauties just out of sight. 

Instead of the sufferer catching sobs and looks of anguish for the last memory, he should see peaceful faces and know that his loved ones are so sure, they can trust him and his waiting guardians out into a beautiful future.

Instead of holding your friends back with all the force of your will-power, you should say it is time for them to rest and gently release the hold of your will, so they may not―in going forward―give backward glances of pity.

Oh! professed Christians! with a faith in the blood, which cleanses from all sin―

O Spiritualists! feeling you are a step higher on the ladder of progression, you make that which nature intended as the final crowning of an earthly existence, the wading through a sea of tears. 

Remember that the prayer of spirit-friends is that men and women may be born right―then that they should die right or enter on spirit-life without fear.

Experiences of Samuel Bowles