Around me, in my dreamland state, I saw magnificent fields, glistening with beauties that no pen could describe—no artist's pencil picture.
There is a harvest—it is yours.
A life well spent yields a rich legacy that animates its owner with great joy.
You are now on the glorious pathway to spirit life.
During my dying moments I was impressed with this grand truth, that which you sow, you shall also reap.
I have since learned that good deeds or acts for the amelioration of the destitute and the advancement of humanity in the scale of morality, intelligence and happiness, generate an influence that refines the spirit and prepares it for an exalted position in the spirit world.
I was finally awakened, amid the transcendent beauties of the spirit world, surrounded by my friends, while nearby stood a choir of little children who sang a sweet song of welcome.
The scene was grand indeed.
My senses were dazzled, as it were, by the grandeur manifested on all sides. I had travelled, as it were, the pathway that leads from earth to spirit life and had arrived at my journey's end. Your life, said one, has been a continual summer, productive of grand results. Your life, said another, has been a continual autumn, everbearing ripe fruits and ever dispensing to the poor. Your life, said a third, has been a continual winter, wherein your garnered stores have ever been open to those who required assistance from your hand. Your life, said a fourth, has been a continual spring, constantly sowing and preparing for a grand harvest, which you will now reap. Your life, said the fifth, has been like a sparkling fountain where the weary come to quench their thirst.
The cup of my happiness was indeed full. I had a taste of heaven then.
True, the streets were not paved with gold, I did not see Jesus. I did not behold God, nor his winged angels. I saw no one thrumming harps or singing psalms around a throne. Everything was natural.
The spirits around me had once lived on earth.
None of them had ever seen the God the various churches worship. No one could find a hell burning with fire and brimstone where wretched creatures could be punished forever. They had seen desolate places, sterile and barren, destitute of all vegetation, to which certain disreputable characters gravitated when the change called death occurred. They said that abode was wretched beyond the power of tongues to describe, but the spirits there were gradually emerging from their deplorable state and advancing to higher planes of life.
I now fully realise the benefits derived from leading a life on earth devoted to the best interests of humanity.
Self is only a minute, integral part of a vast ocean of individualised lives, and he who lives for himself exclusively, gradually isolates himself by natural repulsion from all others—his selfishness repels everything that is beautiful.
The air you breathe is imbued with a philanthropic spirit—the water you drink is the very embodiment of benevolence—the beautiful flowers send forth their perfumes on the wings of the winds to be inhaled by all—in fact, the material world is impartial in its bestowments. Nature smiles on all alike.
To be selfish then is to be unlike Nature, resulting finally in complete isolation from all her rich treasures in the spirit world. This is a natural result, flowing from grand, immutable laws. He whose life is barren of good results gravitates to a plane exactly corresponding with his interior nature or aspirations.
Even the aspiration to do good with no power to carry out your noble purposes is attended with grand results to the spirit.
In giving an account of my prenatal development and of the transit of my spirit to this sphere of existence, I hope I have imparted a lesson that will benefit humanity.
I would exhort all to banish selfishness from their hearts, as they would a poisonous serpent from their presence, and they need not fear the future—it will be bright and glorious!
In conclusion, I simply subscribe myself—
—Humanitarian Spirit
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