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13 March 2015

INCIDENTS IN THE WONDERLAND OF LIFE AND DEATH

Albert Bennett Whiting gives the following account of his experiences in the death-trance—

I was a spirit with immortal beings. I could see my body as it lay upon the bed, cold and lifeless. I thought of my mother and sister at home, dependent upon me; of their deep sorrow when they should hear of my departure. The spirits around me were conversing together. Some said—Let him stay with us! Others said—No! let him go back to earth and fulfill his destiny. Then my guardian spirit said—He shall return to earth. I recognised, among those around, the tall Indian chief—one of the first four spirits who appeared to me—and a number of others whom I knew; but soon one approached whom I had never seen—a man of venerable and majestic aspect. He was attended by a numerous company of spirits, and eagerly greeted, as if expected, with the request, Aid us to restore to earth this wandering mortal. I saw a green and yellow light fall upon my dead body, and I knew no more until I awoke in the form. I was cold and stiff, and could not move for a long time, but gradually warmth and feeling returned, and the next day I arose and told my astonished friends that I was going home. They said I could not possibly live to get there, and, indeed, gave me no hope of recovery if I remained. I knew I must go; so I coolly replied, Well, I won't die here, and started on Thursday morning. I arrived at Niagara Falls Friday, where I found my old friend, Judge Manchester—formerly of Providence—and in his excellent family rested until Monday. Then, though even more feeble, and against the wishes of my kind host, I continued my journey and reached home the Tuesday following, more dead than alive.

The editor of the Gardiner Journal had a narrow escape from death, his horse running away as he hung in the wheel. He describes his sensations—

Oh, can't some of my spirit friends do something to help me out of this scrape? beseechingly I said or thought. It was a prayer not laid down in the books, and perhaps the form was not staid or formal. Short as it was, it did me good. I saw then crowds of spirits around me—-part of whom I knew. I do not see what they can do, I thought, and as they seemed to hover round the front part of the wagon, and over the horse, I wondered how they kept up with him. Then I thought, perhaps they will take the old horse's strength away, but I couldn't see very clearly how they were to do this, for Old Robin was a hard customer to manage. I probably should have lived but a few seconds longer. The reins had worn off upon the wheel just when my strength was all gone. Had I died, people would pityingly have said, it was a horrible death, but, really, I suffered very little. The shock was such that my nerves of sensation were benumbed. I had no fear; in fact, there was a physical sort of feeling that it was a bundle about three feet long, with a sort of handle to it (which was my left leg, probably), that was bouncing along over the ground, which I was trying to untangle. I had often heard that in such a crisis as this, one's whole life passes in review before him, and I thought of that fact, but had no such experience. I had only one regret for deeds done or left undone, and that was that I had neglected my usual custom of taking accident tickets, and this regret I felt ashamed of. My only thought was of my wife. The knowledge that I have faced death unflinchingly is not without satisfaction to me, and there is a something that I feel, which I cannot describe, that assures me that there were more powerful influences than my own aiding, comforting and sustaining me. My religious friends will say it was the Good Father, and it matters not what we call it, the feeling is the same. I do not feel of sufficient consequence to merit God's special providence, but that loving friends from the other sphere may have comforted and sustained me is not repugnant to my common sense, and does not lessen my idea of the goodness and greatness of the Creator.

He passed through one of the multifarious stages of death, but was fortunately saved.

The Encyclopaedia of Death and Life in the Spirit World—Opinions and Experiences from Eminent Sources, J. R. Francis, Chicago, The Progressive Thinker Publishing House, 1903

15 December 2013

The true law of the sexes

I do not yet comprehend the law of soul mates, or counterparts; although already united to my counterpart and consequently a completed angel; yet I am still ignorant of the law which governs it.

Socrates, said Galen, will you explain to our brother Herfronzo, the great law of counterparts?

Herfronzo, said Socrates, let us examine one of these spiritual germs before it has ever been breathed in by man, and we shall soon discover the law which regulates soul counterparts. Saying this, he waved his hands toward me in a gentle manner. Immediately my sight expanded and I saw innumerable small pellucid transparent globes floating here, there and everywhere. I took one of them in my hand and examined it closely. I found it was an indestructible spiritual germ, in the form of an egg, and within it were two perfect forms, the man and woman to be; the male and female in one; the future angel. The forms were perfect, but the eyes were closed; they were not yet self-conscious, or intelligent. Consciousness and intelligence were yet in store for them.

How is it, I asked, that children are born singly, not in pairs as this germ would indicate?

These globes which you now see, are perfect germs, they have never yet been breathed into the lungs of living man; that is reserved for them, answered Socrates. When these perfect germs are breathed in by man, the positive or male half germinates, or develops first; the female half or negative is thrown back into the atmosphere in the form of an oblong globe, for they must be separated in order to be born male and female; for if this were not so the law of propagation would be at an end. This latter globe, being oblong, never rises above the dense atmosphere, and the lungs of man have a far greater attraction for it than they did when it was a perfect globe; therefore, it almost immediately becomes incarnated. And now I have explained to you the true law of the sexes, for they are born into life in equal numbers. Now after these germs have expanded and become intelligent men and women, or otherwise, and then leave their bodies or die, they are again united and form one completed Angel. Yourself, dear Herfronzo and Helene, once existed within one of these perfect globes or germs, as one; from thence you became man and woman, performed your work on earth, becoming conscious and intelligent; from thence you have become again united and are now a perfected Angel, far on your road toward heavenly wisdom. Which would you prefer to be, Herfronzo, an Angel, or the undeveloped germ of an Angel? for many people say, they wish they had never been born.

There is but one answer to this question, I said. It is as much better to be an Angel than a germ, as it would be if there were a hell, to be in heaven instead of hell, for now I can examine all things with intelligent eyes and be wise as a God. I can now enjoy the happiness of eternal love; truly, love and wisdom are the everlasting hand-maidens of God. 

The Discovered Country 

The Nazarene

And it was Jesus, formerly of Nazareth.

This, then, was Jesus; that on earth was called the Christ. I should now understand it all. Power and majesty lay all around him, but it was simply the power of great love and wisdom evenly balanced. It is needless for me to say that there were two forms, male and female, which constituted the one Angel; and this was so of all that were present, for there were no spirits at this table. Jesus was a beautiful, bright and shining angel as were all the others. I was eager to talk with this son of Nazareth, and was not at all afraid of him. He gazed at me with his loving eyes, saying: 

Welcome, Herfronzo, to the land of redeemed souls.  

Redeemed, Redeemed? Now I should have a contest with Jesus. I glanced around the table, and every eye was turned upon this man of Nazareth and myself, but the eyes were all deeply loving, deeply wise. I found my tongue at last, and my old earth love of argument returned upon me hot and heavy.

Redeemed? I said at last. Am I to understand by this, that you consider yourself the redeemer of mankind?

Yes, he answered mildly, I am a redeemer of mankind. I hope, dear Herfronzo, that you will also become a redeemer of mankind.

Am I then to understand there is a hell from which the spirits and angels of this life have been redeemed?

Yes, he answered more mildly than before, there is a hell from which all human souls are constantly being redeemed; but the proper name of this hell is error and ignorance, and I am constantly doing my best to redeem man from this hell. All other angels are redeemers as well as myself.

Were you begotten by the Holy Ghost? well, on earth it is understood to mean God?

That is right, he said. God and the Holy Ghost are one. I was begotten by God, which is the Holy Ghost.

Then you mean to tell me that Mary was your mother, and God was your father?

Yes, he replied, Mary was my mother and God was my father.

Your assertion sounds very strange, coming as it does from the lips of a pure white Angel as you certainly appear to be.

I and my father are one; he repeated, and if I and my father are one, then I am the father of myself.

His wise and loving eyes held mine in a magnetic grip.

The father of yourself, I said, a derisive smile curling my lips, for I had always cherished a slight prejudice against Jesus, and I believe I could have faced Hades and its reputed master, rather than allow such nonsense to go unchallenged. I glanced at Voncelora, for he was my father, and I, at least, had not been begotten by the Holy Ghost. I laid my hand on Voncelora s arm, and as I did so, Jesus did the same to one that sat by his side.

This is my father, I said. Do you claim that you had no earthly father?

I and my father are one, he again repeated, I am the father of myself, and so are all other beings.

If I had not been an Angel and in heaven, I should have been angry; but a solemn gentle stillness reigned over all the assembled company. No derisive smile was on any face but my own. Helene sat with bowed head. Jesus hand rested on the arm of the angel that sat by him.

Now, Herfronzo, I know my talk sounds as paradoxical to you, as Voncelora's did when he told you that you were not a married man; and that you never were married. But I believe he proved to you the truth of his statement; and I also hope to prove to you that I existed before my father, or, at least, was co-existent with him. And as you say that Voncelora was your father; so in the same manner, this Angel that sits by me was my father.

But I understood you to say that you were begotten by the Holy Ghost; and that Angel is not God, or the Holy Ghost, and must have once been a man, like as we all were.

Yes, he replied, and we were all begotten by God, or the Holy Ghost.

I began to feel a little ashamed of my anger.

Oh! I said, I begin to understand you. Then you do not claim that you were begotten any differently from the rest of us?

No, he answered, and I never did intend to claim, when I was on the earth, that my earthly parentage was any different from that of other men. My words were misunderstood by men, the same as you have misunderstood them now; but I meant to be understood spiritually instead of literally. I meant that my earthly father was not the first or primal cause of my being; that I was co-existent with God, or the Holy Ghost; and I was right. I said, I and my father are one; and I meant by this that I was God, and God was I, as all other men and angels are God, as all things that exist are God, as the great whole constitutes God, and God or the Holy Ghost dwells within all things.

Are you willing now to admit that I and my father are one, and that I was begotten by the Holy Ghost? Are you also willing to admit that I am a redeemer.

But the churches on the earth teach that you are the only redeemer, or Saviour.

Herfronzo, will you be one with me to help redeem the Churches from error and ignorance on this point? The Angels within this sphere are all redeemers, and are at work as I am at work.

Well, I said, before I can work with you, I must be thoroughly enlightened on many points.

True; he replied, and that is why you have been invited to this supper; to you it is the Lord's Supper.

Again I felt nettled. I am not willing to own you for my Lord and Master; in fact, I think I like Voncelora much better.

He that loves father or mother, brother or sister more than me is not worthy of me.

Then I am not worthy of you, I answered, for I love Helene and Katrina, Aristotle and Voncelora, better than I do you.

Again his eyes held my own with their sweet magnetism.

Is it their personality which you love, or the love and wisdom which shines through that personality? And when I said, he that loved father or mother, brother or sister more than me, was not worthy of me, I merely meant the love and wisdom that was higher than myself, or any other personality; the love and wisdom which shone through the personality.

You have not yet made it clear to me how you can be co-existent with God, or the Holy Ghost.

In order to make this perfectly plain to you, I will introduce Galen and Harvey. Two angels arose as Jesus spoke, and gently inclined their heads toward me and again seated themselves.

Herfronzo, said Galen, you are willing to admit that spirit and matter are forever and eternal, they had no beginning, they can never have an end; that spirit and matter is God, the great father and mother of all things, or in other words, of all form that exists. That the blending, or union of spirit and matter produces, or brings forth form, and all forms are the children of spirit and matter?

Yes, I answered, this is to me most reasonable.

Then the germs of all things reside within the never-ending ocean of spirit and matter?

 Yes, this view of it seems grand truth to me.

And it is truth, he answered, as all wise angels know. Then, if the never-ending ocean of spirit and matter is God, father and mother in one, and their blending brings forth form, and the germs of all things reside within this eternal fount, and they never had a beginning and consequently can never have an end, was not Jesus right when he said, I and my father are one, and by the Holy Ghost was I begotten? And now I will explain this matter to you a little. Jesus was a despised Nazarene. Could any good thing come out of Nazareth? This was the way the people talked and it was to teach them that it did not matter who his parents were, or from what town he came; all this was unimportant, he was a son of God, or Wisdom; and existed long before his earthly father had taken on a form, and was co-existent with God. But the most of the people, in those days, had smaller brains than Jesus; he was a man ahead of the times in which he lived, and therefore became a martyr, as thousands of others have, to truth.

I now looked at Jesus more complacently. I was being reconciled to Jesus; but in a different way from which it is commonly understood by man.

You say, we were all co-existent with God, or rather, that we all existed within the ocean of spirit and matter as germs. This interests me greatly. Will you not go on and tell me more?

With pleasure, answered Galen. When I lived on the earthly plane, I was a physician, as perhaps, you well know; and I studied deeply into all things pertaining to the life of man. Man, know thyself. This thought was continually within my mind, and I was greatly desirous of understanding the law of propagation, and for many reasons which I will not now mention, I became convinced that if a man had a spirit or soul, it was not propagated down through generations of men, and boys had not the power of propagation. I came to the conclusion that man's soul was put into his body in some mysterious way after birth. This was as far as I could go when in the earth-life. As soon as I became an angel my mind again reverted to this subject, and I soon learned the truth. I found that man existed as a germ with in the everlasting ocean of spirit and matter. That these germs were breathed into the lungs of men. That man being the positive force, attracted and held them. From the lungs they passed into the blood, and there became clothed with material substance; and after they had been nourished and fed by the mother, they were born into the earth-life as human beings. Therefore, man is co-existent with God – is a part of God – and as Jesus said, is the father of himself.

Harvey, said Galen, will you tell Herfronzo what you discovered?

With pleasure, answered Harvey.

I suppose, my dear Herfronzo, you are aware that I was the first to discover the circulation of the blood; and while I was making minute examinations, I discovered within the product of man's blood, germinal points. Since my time on earth, other physicians have, under the microscope, discovered and analyzed these germinal points, and many are convinced that these germs are breathed in from out the atmosphere by man, and this is true. In the form of spiritual germs we had no beginning; in the form of progressed angels we can have no end; we are eternal, and co-existent with God, which meaneth all things that are, or ever shall be.

I do not yet comprehend the law of soul mates, or counterparts; although already united to my counterpart and consequently a completed angel; yet I am still ignorant of the law which governs it.

Socrates, said Galen, will you explain to our brother Herfronzo, the great law of counterparts?

Herfronzo, said Socrates, let us examine one of these spiritual germs before it has ever been breathed in by man, and we shall soon discover the law which regulates soul counterparts. Saying this, he waved his hands toward me in a gentle manner. Immediately my sight expanded and I saw innumerable small pellucid transparent globes floating here, there and everywhere. I took one of them in my hand and examined it closely. I found it was an indestructible spiritual germ, in the form of an egg, and within it were two perfect forms, the man and woman to be; the male and female in one; the future angel. The forms were perfect, but the eyes were closed; they were not yet self-conscious, or intelligent. Consciousness and intelligence were yet in store for them.

How is it, I asked, that children are born singly, not in pairs as this germ would indicate?

These globes which you now see, are perfect germs, they have never yet been breathed into the lungs of living man; that is reserved for them, answered Socrates. When these perfect germs are breathed in by man, the positive or male half germinates, or develops first; the female half or negative is thrown back into the atmosphere in the form of an oblong globe, for they must be separated in order to be born male and female; for if this were not so the law of propagation would be at an end. This latter globe, being oblong, never rises above the dense atmosphere, and the lungs of man have a far greater attraction for it than they did when it was a perfect globe; therefore, it almost immediately becomes incarnated. And now I have explained to you the true law of the sexes, for they are born into life in equal numbers. Now after these germs have expanded and become intelligent men and women, or otherwise, and then leave their bodies or die, they are again united and form one completed Angel. Yourself, dear Herfronzo and Helene, once existed within one of these perfect globes or germs, as one; from thence you became man and woman, performed your work on earth, becoming conscious and intelligent; from thence you have become again united and are now a perfected Angel, far on your road toward heavenly wisdom. Which would you prefer to be, Herfronzo, an Angel, or the undeveloped germ of an Angel? for many people say, they wish they had never been born.

There is but one answer to this question, I said. It is as much better to be an Angel than a germ, as it would be if there were a hell, to be in heaven instead of hell, for now I can examine all things with intelligent eyes and be wise as a God. I can now enjoy the happiness of eternal love; truly, love and wisdom are the everlasting hand-maidens of God.

What kind of music do you hear in the great trees?

Me sing you sweet song the trees sing to me. And this is the song she sung, the silvery voice imitating the winds and swaying branches. She commenced with a low, soft, sighing sound; her lovely hands and arms moving slowly and gracefully above and around her swaying head. Then the leaves on all the trees began to flutter, her little fingers quivering and fluttering as did her voice. Her motions and voice changed rapidly as she represented the leaves of the different trees of the forest; the trembling flutter of the poplar; her little fingers would straighten out like the needles of the pine, and her voice would sing a mournful hush; then the beach, the oak, the maple, the cotton-wood, all were represented. Then the wind would blow with greater power, and the gale would become so strong that her arms and body swayed in all directions, until she would nearly touch the floor at every motion; her voice exactly imitating the sighing, rushing, roaring wind, Gust after gust, now would strike the trees; then all at once she stood motionless, her eyes flashing, her breast heaving. Then the scream of an eagle broke the silence, her arms waving majestically as he soared aloft. Then all the little frightened birds began to chirp and flutter; some flying to their nests, others with little screams of fright, scurrying before the wind. Suddenly she drew a glittering sword from her girdle, that had hitherto been concealed by the folds of her crimson skirt, and flashed it with such rapidity in all directions, that it nearly blinded us; then amid her gustful swayings, the low thunder muttered; then more screaming of frightened birds; then with a swish, swash, swish, the rain came down in floods. Again and again the rain came down in torrents. Again and again the lightning flashed, the rain beat and poured, the trees waved and swayed madly in the gale, the thunder muttered, bellowed, roared and crashed; suddenly she appeared as if broken at the waist; her head fell to the floor, her long black hair lying in a wide circle all about it and she made a noise like the splitting and breaking of a tree in the wind; then righting herself she represented the wind as blowing with great fury; then again the lightning flashed with blinding force; rip! split! split! rip! A tree had been struck and torn to pieces.

Testimonies of Light

A cry; a prayer ascended up to us from one who dwelt on earth where we were born. The cry came from a soul in agony, a lonely desolate soul; one too weak to fight the battle of life alone. The cry was for help; help from on high. We heard that prayer, we hastened to answer it, we gave to that soul, struggling in the bondage of error, light, knowledge, truth in its various forms. We aided the soul to cast off its bondage of darkness and it became light, bright, happy and strong and able to aid other souls that were brought in contact with it, to cast off the bondage of error in which they were struggling and to become free and happy in the light of truth.

We heard a sob; a sigh; we hastened to see from whence it came. It was from the soul of a little child. One suffering under cruelty, injustice and wrong. Its little spirit struggled hard to be released. We found a kind soul that needed that child; we augmented and increased the desire of that one to take that child and care for it kindly and then breathed into the child a spirit of love and peace.

We heard the cry of a strong man, and he said. All is darkness. The life on earth is but a bubble and the death of the body the end. Life is not worth living. The struggle for existence is too great I almost have a mind to end it and lay my weary body down in the grave, where all is darkness, oblivion and rest. I stand on the cold mountain heights alone. No one loves me or if they seem to it is not for myself but for what I may be able to do for them. No one understands me or has any sympathy in common with me. The constant cry is, give; give; give; but where am I to receive strength that I may be able to give? for light and hope do not dwell within my soul. And we went and found one who could answer every cry which the strong man sent forth and his soul was lightened of its burdens and he found within that other soul all he needed and the path of Eternal Life was made clear to him, and his cry for unselfish love met with its fulfillment and he became strong, hopeful and happy and able to meet the great demands made on him.

A little child had passed through the Gates Eternal and was lying happy and content in the arms of an angel. We heard the mother's wail of grief and hastened to comfort her. She was kneeling by the grave of her baby, desolate and heart-broken; to her the child was dead – she would never see it again – the heaven she believed in was too far off, too indefinite; she felt that her baby was lost to her forever. We whispered words of hope and comfort to that sorrowing heart, placed the spirit-form of the babe within her arms and then with gentle magnetic touches we opened the mother's spiritual sight and she saw the babe within her arms, she felt its little hands caress her face, its little lips as they were pressed to hers, she looked into its beautiful spiritual eyes and her tears were dried. My baby! oh my baby! You are not dead but here with me.

The Discovered Country 

10 December 2013

I am because we are

21 November 2013

Save him, Oh! Lord!


My attention was drawn to one poorly-dressed woman in Salvation Army dress―whose face could be clearly seen, as she knelt in prayer. 

She was imploring that her precious boy might be saved from the power of drink. 

Save him, Oh! Lord!


I watched her through the prayer. 

There was so much of agony in her face. 

I watched a party she could not see―a trio of spirits who compassed her about. 

They too seemed to be pleading for help from some higher source.
 
Scarcely had her voice ceased, when a young girl―an angel of light, dressed in pure white, with shining eyes and glad face, led in a young man who―by his dress and bloated face―showed how low he had fallen. 

She led him to his mother―who had just risen, and was standing. 
 
I've been outside with the toughs, mother, and heard you pray for me, your boy, and I could not help coming to you, and saying

I will stop drinking―I will serve God. 

I did not stop to hear more, for there was such a noise of prayer and praise. 


But then I saw an answered prayer―answered by spirit-friends who, at that time, had power to respond. 

My thought was―

Oh; I hope it will last.
 

28 May 2008

I see great cause for rejoicing

I have looked at the world from the outside and I see no cause for despair. I have looked at the soul from the inside and I see great cause for rejoicing.

The Judge [Last Letters from a Living Dead Man]

Do you shiver and grow afraid when the Equinox approaches?

The sun crosses the line in March when the winds blow and enters the sign of the Ram and the Zodiac is traversed agian by the great life-giver the Sun. Do you shiver and grow afraid when the Equinox approaches?

The Judge [Last Letters from a Living Dead Man]