“There was a war,” I gasp. “Do they hear? They look down and smile at
me, even the rebel, at whom I shake my finger.”
“You caused it, to be a President. You tried to cut a great country in
two; deluging it in blood.”
In my electric state I see the root of the real cause—ambition of
earthly state. The root of evil that grew to a tree of distrust of
brother to brother. Each aroused in strength of pride to combat of their
separate interests.
He replies resignedly. “I did not want war. It conquered back the
Union.”
The father hastily spreads his hands in benediction. So like prayer I
ask:
“Do _you_ go to _see God_ in _spirit_ form?”
Then dropping on my knees, “O tell me of Jesus.”
“It was my republic. The kingdom of God to men—the people. He taught to
pray for.”
“How could you be ‘Our Father’ before you were born?”
“The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.”
“You, the Father of Jesus, how is He the son of God?”
“As such to teach republic love. I will ask my pastor.”
“Will He come at the end of the second millennium in body form and
bestow body life on good spirits to that end preserved?” I, endeavoring
to prophecy.
“It will be evolved scientifically to all,” astounds me.
“Good and bad, where will be room for them?” skeptic.
“Some will dwell in air; O, in cloud balloons.”
“Will they eat and work as they do now?”
“The same.”
“Must they live and cannot die?”
“Live or die as they do choose?”
“Have war?”
“There will be universal peace in a universal republic,” as one foot
steps forward to disappear.