CULMINATION OF THE MISSION.
De L'Ester--Good morning, madame. We are delighted to find you in
such a favorable mental and physical state. Yes, Dr. Merthel, White
Cloud and your humble servant gave you a treatment last night, and we
were somewhat amused at your idea that suddenly your room had grown
very warm. Hereafter, when you shall perceive white, vaporish clouds
drifting or falling over your closed eyelids, you may feel assured
that White Cloud is paying you a visit fraught with beneficence. Yes,
when properly administered, invariably Magnetization produces in the
recipient a sense of warmth and increased vigor. But your son, with
our Band, awaits us at a point near Roûv[a:], and we must hasten
our departure. George, allow me to assist madame. We regret that we
find it necessary to still further change our original programme,
which included views of the extreme northern and southern portions
of the Planet. Events are so shaping themselves that until after the
culmination of our Mission and your recovery from the effects of the
ordeal to which presently we must subject you, we must defer this
feature of our purposes. Be not disturbed; rest assured that we will
see to it that you shall not be tried beyond endurance.
Gentola--I am not in the least alarmed, but when I think of a cessation
of continuous association with my dear lad and you, my dear friends,
like a shadow a sense of sadness and loneliness steals over me, and I
shrink from the coming----
De L'Ester--No more; say no more; your every thought is apparent to
us, and this emotion endangers your safety. We, better than you have
been able to count the cost of this to you strange and engrossing
experience. All along we have known that to a degree it would unfit
you for the common avocations of your mortal existence, and for this
reason, for the time being, we have induced in your mind a state of
forgetfulness, but when the proper time shall arrive you will be made
to recall all that has occurred during the pursuance of our Mission,
and you will recall it without pain or regret, and as the years of your
mortal existence shall pass, we will be with you, not as now, but in a
manner that will add to your interest in the affairs of your daily life.
Ah, our friends have not awaited our arrival, but are coming to meet
us. Loh[a:]û; loh[a:]û; Onos isson ē tw[a:], ēmanos. (Hail, hail; we
welcome you, friends.) Bernard, you find your mother in a sad mood, and
you will comfort her, and you, Robert, will improvise a song in which
we may join; thus we may restore our disturbed harmony.
Robert--
_From a faraway shore come the notes of a song,
Its music in waves of sweet melody falling,
Are drifting, are drifting the bright way along,
From the homes where our dear ones are calling, are calling._
Refrain.
_We are waiting for you, we are watching for you,
As your boat drifts along toward our fair, shining shore,
And when Earth's troubled scenes shall recede from your view,
We will greet you where sorrow shall come nevermore._
_Our souls thrill with joy, as the glad notes come swelling
From the lips of our loved ones, so fond and so true,
Hear you not the sweet message their voices are telling,
We are waiting, yes, waiting, and watching for you._
Refrain.
_We are waiting for you, we are watching for you,
As your boat drifts along toward our fair, shining shore,
And when Earth's troubled scenes shall recede from your view,
We will greet you where sorrow shall come nevermore._
De L'Ester--Ah, now you are smiling; the shadows have flown, and you
are serene. Thus may it ever be until the shadowy veil falling between
the seeming and real World shall be lifted and you shall join the
loving, joyous Band who are ever waiting and watching for you.
Now we will journey eastward. In all directions the lands are somewhat
broken by low plateaus, the vestiges of mountain ranges or of spurs of
mountain ranges, and at intervals we catch views of existing mountains
of no great altitude. The lands lying between the plateaus, although
not thoroughly irrigated, are more or less fertile, and northward and
southward are scantily timbered lands and inconsiderable streams,
both of which are rare features of Ento's equatorial natural scenery.
Speaking of irrigation reminds me of something that I have desired
to mention. Through telescopic observations, one of Earth's foremost
astronomers is inclined to believe that the Entoans (Marsians) have
resorted to irrigation. To him and to another illumined scientific
man, who, I am proud to say, is my countryman, you will convey this
message: "Gentlemen, to your vision your telescopes convey faint, and
generally misleading gleams of what may be facts, but in the instance
mentioned, I assure you that the surmise is entirely correct, and
inevitably a period will arrive when Earth, like Ento, will require the
same treatment." Indeed, it is not too much to say that already the
inception of the period has arrived, and as the centuries pass it will
grow more and more apparent, and were Earth's peoples as wise as some
time they will be, they would value the ounce of prevention beyond the
pound of cure.
Flammarion, my countryman, I greet you, not as one greets a stranger,
but as one co-worker greets another. Ofttimes, son of our beloved
France, while you have striven to learn the secrets of our glowing
Central Sun, or to read the hither side of the inscrutable face of
Earth's shining satellite, or when through the hours of quiet nights
you have sought to wrest from illimitable starry spaces the meaning of
the Universe, I, with others interested in your life work, have been
by your side, striving to assist your aspiring Soul, and be assured
that when you again shall come into the realm of causes, you will find
the reward of your loving, patient labor, of your aspiring, exalted
endeavor.
And you, son of a land whose deeds of good and of ill have been sung
by lips more tuneful than are mine, with kindest thoughts I and those
with me greet you. When, with questioning eyes and reverent Soul,
you too, have gazed into the immeasurable distances, in whose depths
countless Worlds, peopled and unpeopled, move in stately order toward
their allotted destiny, not I alone, or this grand Spirit, Giordano
Bruno, whose ashes attested to the steadfastness of his integrity and
hallow the soil of Italy with the sacredness of martyrdom for truth's
sake, but others yet more exalted, have held vigil with you, when you
have been alone with the night, with the World Invisible to mortal
ken, and with the all pervading, Infinite Intelligent Energy, known
by many names. May success crown your ceaseless endeavors to discern,
not to obscure, Truth, is the earnest desire of your co-worker, Carl
De L'Ester, and of those with me, who, like yourself, are workers for
Love's sake.
Now, Gentol[a:], direct your gaze far, far toward the northeast. Yes,
that is the right direction. Do you perceive anything peculiar?
Gentola--Afar I see a body of water so extensive that my vision does
not reach the farther shore. A silvery vapor partly obscures the view,
but as we draw nearer I see the water sparkling in the sunlight, and
over its slightly disturbed surface vessels great and small are passing
in all directions. As we approach still nearer I perceive that from its
eastern shore gradually the ground rises to quite an elevated plateau,
and through the mist, which really is a gentle shower of rain, upon
which the sun is shining, I seem to perceive tints of all the colors
of a rainbow. I should have said hints rather than tints, for they
are mere suggestions of color. The shower has ceased, and--dear me, a
great city covers the slope and extends away across the plateau. What a
strangely peculiar scene. Is it real, or is it a mirage?
De L'Ester--We will go nearer, and you shall decide. A little lower,
George. Now look and describe the view.
Gentola--As before, I see a great expanse of water, which, as far as
my vision reaches, is inclosed by a wall so broad that the top of
it is a roadway on which people are walking and motor vehicles are
passing to and fro. The top of the wall is quite above the level of
the water, and on the farther side are massive buildings which appear
to be warehouses and manufactories. The first street away from the
water is very wide, beautifully paved and appears to be devoted to
business purposes. The second street is parallel with the first,
and from it the city is terraced upward to the level of the plateau.
All the streets cross at right angles, and they are so wide, so well
paved and kept that it is a pleasure to look at them. On the crest of
the plateau illuminating columns, domes, turrets and lofty structures
of various kinds are outlined against the now cloudless sky. Tramway
cars and motor vehicles swiftly climb the ascending streets to the
wide, level ways of the city. In all directions air Transports, like
huge birds, are passing through the quiet air. On the streets are many
people, walking or riding in tramway cars or in motor vehicles, and on
the outgoing or incoming vessels are many passengers. Altogether the
scene is very animated. The city itself is indescribably and peculiarly
beautiful. From its front upward and throughout its extent there is a
sort of diffusion of color resembling the tints of a fading rainbow.
Now a passing cloud partly obscures the sun, and the tints deepen into
positive color. The effect is charming but bewildering, and to me so
inexplicable that I shall feel obliged if some one will inform me
concerning it.
De L'Ester--Phoemadon, the body of water bathing the feet of the
far famed Bendolû iffon, which in your language would mean rainbow
hued, is little less extensive than is Indolois[a:]. By the Entoans
it is regarded as an inland sea, but it is so slightly saline as to
serve the city for all domestic and other purposes. Properly it is a
lake, its depth varying with the season, for during the spring, when
melting polar and snows of more temperate climes flow over the face
of the Planet, yonder great seawall scarcely restrains its increased
volume. The plateau upon which Bendolû-iffon is built is a remnant
of a mountain which in a bygone age reared its lofty peaks along the
entire length of Phoemadon, then curving in a northwesterly direction
lost itself very near the North Pole. Zenest[a:], _mon ami_, in all
that relates to your Planet you are better informed than am I. Will you
kindly devote some moments to our enlightenment?
Zenesta Hao--Always your pleasure is mine. Bendolû-iffon is one of the
oldest cities of Ento. Through a study of historical works, personal
investigation, and an acquaintance with ancient Ento Spirits, I
have learned that its origin dates back to a period anterior to the
establishment of the Government under one Supreme Ruler. Previous to
this period the various countries of Ento were ruled by might, each
ruler with his people occupying either an offensive or defensive
attitude. Naturally the results of such a condition were inharmonious,
yet strangely enough out of such inharmony Bendolû-iffon came into
existence. Notwithstanding its apparent newness it is not built upon
the ruins of an ancient city. Not at all. Despite its age, it never
has been in a ruinous state, its inhabitants ever having considered it
a Sacred obligation to maintain it at its best. Although it is built
upon rock, everywhere are towering trees, shrubbery, climbing vines and
a wealth of blooming plants. Chiefly through extensive excavations,
filled with soil, this has been brought about; indeed largely the
surface soil of lawns and gardens has been borrowed from elsewhere.
From Phoemadon the city receives a plenteous water supply, and the
climate of this region being all that can be desired, vegetation grows
luxuriantly. Were we less pressed for time, you, Gentol[a:], and your
son would find much of interest in the really wonderful system of water
supply of this rainbow hued city. No, no other city of Ento exhibits
this peculiar color effect, and the story of its origin may serve to
interest you. Unlike many historical and legendary narratives the story
is absolutely true, the proofs of its integrity being indisputably
evident.
During a period antecedent to the establishment of the National
Government, Azokēon, King of R[a:]ûhû, was at enmity with Mēdos,
King of Tsirma, and out of the angry impulses of the two Sovereigns
grew bitter strife and warfare. Again and again, fierce relentless
battles were fought, and in both armies so many were slain that at
length both sovereigns grew alarmed lest complete extinction of their
subjects might result, or, that what was more to be feared, other
rulers perceiving their exhausted state, might take advantage of it to
subjugate them, even as they sought to subjugate each other. Finally
mutual adversity brought about a mutual desire for reconciliation, and
that they might amicably adjust their real, or fancied grievances, a
conference was agreed upon, and at a specified time the Sovereigns with
their armies met on the crest of this plateau, across which was the
boundary line between their two kingdoms.
The morning of the day set apart for the conference was fine and clear,
the radiance from Andûman[a:]'s abode bathing the home of His children
as in a sea of light. With an exchange of courteous greetings the
conference was opened, but as it proceeded, each Sovereign inclining
toward his own interests, demanded more than either one was willing
to concede to the other, and ere long their hostile minds threatened
the conference with a disastrous conclusion. Suddenly ominous clouds
swiftly climbed up from the western horizon, and a strange stillness,
like that preceding the dread approach of Phra (Death) hushed all
things into frightened silence. Over land and sea fell a ghastly
shadow, deep as twilight, and in terrified dismay, Sovereigns and
soldiery gazed into each other's eyes. Swiftly the tumultuous, inky
clouds rushed across the sky, and fitful gusts of wind stirred all
things into motion. Blinding lightning set the lurid air ablaze,
and thunder so terrific, that it shook the foundations of Ento,
attested to the anger of the incensed Deities. Then an unprecedented
storm, in all its fury, burst upon the two armies, and so fierce was
the lightning that many were stricken dead. Blinding torrents of
rain fell from the dark, angry clouds, and mad gusts of wind swept
across the rocky plateau, hurling confused masses of camp equipage
and soldiery down the slope and into the surging waves of Phoemadon.
Above the rushing, roaring fury of the tempest, arose the shrieks,
groans and prayers of the terror stricken, unsheltered men who were
powerless against the terrific onslaught of the elements, and the
two sovereigns being equally endangered, were overwhelmed with awe
and despair, recognizing that their iniquities had brought upon them
and their inoffensive people the just vengeance of Andûman[a:] and
the Deific ones. In their dire extremity they implored the Divine
Messengers to entreat Andûman[a:] to stay His wrath lest Phra should
utterly destroy them and their armies. Azokēon, the Sovereign of
R[a:]ûhû, being a man of high courage, fine character and very devout,
with hands upraised toward Andûman[a:]'s obscured abode, cried aloud,
"Creator and Preserver, and at Thy Will, Destroyer of the work of Thy
hands, Sovereign of Sovereigns, God of all Gods, and Father of Thy
righteous and unrighteous children, I beseech Thee to listen to Thy
humbly repentant Son, who in taking vengeance into mine own hands
have impiously offended Thee. Destroy me, oh destroy me utterly, but
spare Thy unoffending children, who at my command and that of Mēdos,
have striven to slay each other. For shame, that we have forgotten
that we are brothers, we cover our faces and implore Thy mercy." Then,
as in trembling expectancy, he awaited the dread touch of Phra's icy
fingers, Mēdos clasped him about his knees, crying in piteous tones,
"Andûman[a:], I, too, have grievously sinned against Thee. Destroy me
too, if it may please Thee, for it is I, not my people, who foolishly
have forgotten Thy Commandments. It is Azokēon and I who have forgotten
that Ento and Ento's children are Thine, and that all men are our
brothers. For him and for myself I implore Thy mercy, and Thy pardon,
and henceforth, as we may do unto others, so do Thou unto us;" and
Azokēon's Raû, Raû, Raû, was as fervent as his own. While they prayed
the awful tempest raged, and the face of nature was as a distorted
mask, then as suddenly as the tempest had burst upon the assembled
armies, so suddenly came a lull in its activities, and presently the
fierce turmoil subsided into comparative quiet, and slowly from his
shining abode, Andûman[a:] drew away the dark cloud drapery, and a
glorious effulgence irradiated the woful scene of the prostrate and
stricken armies. At the same moment the archway to the entrance of
Astranol[a:] became visible to the eyes of the adoring Sovereigns
and their soldiery. Stooping, Azokēon raised Mēdos to his feet, and
as with extended arms and uplifted faces, they reverently gazed upon
the gloriously beautiful archway, Azokēon's trembling lips brokenly
murmured, "To Thee, Thou Supreme One, Who art All seeing, All knowing,
and to Thy Messengers the Deific ones, to whom the thoughts and deeds
of men are known, we, Azokēon and Mēdos, vow that as through Thy
pitying love for Thy erring children, Thou hast not utterly destroyed
us and our people, but hast shown to us the glorious archway, the
sign that Thy displeasure is turned away from us, we, on this spot,
will build cities which shall be a memorial of Thy mercy to us, and a
perpetual reminder that henceforth we and our people, side by side,
shall dwell in peace and unity;" and with fervor Mēdos responded, "As
Azokēon hath said, so may it be, and should I fail in the performance
of this vow, may the Gods visit upon me and mine swift and certain
destruction."
Thus through the dread visitation of an unparalleled tempest, those
two conscience stricken and humbled Sovereigns arrived at an amicable
adjustment of their several differences, and thereafter they not only
sustained toward each other harmonious relations, but remembering their
mutual vow to Andûman[a:] and His Messengers, at once they set about
its fulfillment. We now will move to a more central position over the
city.
Beneath us now is a stupendous Column, whose dimensions exceed those
of the loftiest Light Towers of Ento, its coloring being quite as
peculiar as that of the edifices of the city. From base to capital,
the stones of which it is composed represent all the colors of the
rainbow, but so delicate are the tones that they are more pearly
suggestions of, than positive colors. When at nightfall those two
great arches on its apex are aglow with iridescent lights, the effect
is enchantingly beautiful. I have mentioned that the conference was
held on the boundary line separating the two kingdoms, and on the spot
where they had learned their Wisdom Lesson, Azokēon and Mēdos reared
the Memorial Column, which to this day is one of the noted objects of
Ento. Do I believe that Andûman[a:] inflicted the tempest upon them for
the special purpose of affording them much needed lessons of humility
and mutual forbearance? Certainly not, but I do believe that every
mortal experience is fraught with beneficence for those wise enough to
comprehend the plainly expressed Laws of The Infinite One, who is the
embodiment of unerring, unchanging law.
The wide avenue in which the column stands was the line of division
between the two kingdoms, and peace having been declared, Azokēon
and Mēdos, in fulfillment of their vow, began the erection of the
two cities which should be so closely adjoined as to present the
appearance of one city, and which ever should be known as Bendolû-iffon
Tylûs[a:][a:] (rainbow hued cities).
In this region, as in others of Ento, there are quarries of most
beautiful marbles and stones, and in numerous caverns there are great
deposits of what to the Entoans is known as Ingloit[a:], possessing a
range of exquisite colorings. These varied materials were and still
are used in the construction of Bendolû-iffon. Some persons might
question the taste of Azokēon and Mēdos in building iridescent cities,
but to them the accomplishment in a marked manner of their vow to
Andûman[a:] and the gods was the all important matter. In pursuance of
this object they issued a joint decree that thenceforth and forever all
persons erecting structures in Bendolû-iffon Tylûs[a:][a:] must build
in harmony with the coloring of the Memorial Column, and thus far the
decree has been observed. On the base of the column is inscribed the
story of the war, of the storm, of the vow of Azokēon and Mēdos, of
the appearing of the sign of peace, of the reconciliation of the two
Sovereigns, and of the decree which should perpetually be observed lest
Andûman[a:] might avenge himself for the infidelity of his children of
Bendolû-iffon Tylûs[a:][a:].
At that time the religion of the Entoans included much that was
deplorably irrational and superstitious, but you who have come to
understand that the Spiritual or real man and the natural or animal
man sustain toward each other a most complex relation, are aware that
superstition is wholly of the lower or physical plane of Being. As the
Dual man creature evolves into finer conditions the Ego, the Spiritual
Self, is better able to manifest its higher attributes, thus, though
the Entoans still observe the superstitious beliefs of their religion,
Spiritually they have outgrown them, and at a fitting opportunity
gladly they will discard them and quickly they will manifest that
despite ancient usages, Priestly influences, fear of the Deific Ones
and a lack of knowledge concerning the continuity of existence, they
are a Spiritualized people. Yes, superstitions become involved in the
mentality of humans, forming what may be termed hereditary tendencies
or traits. Fear being a most forceful trait of the Entoans, no one has
dared, or perhaps cared, to act in opposition to the Decree chiselled
in yonder majestic Column, and not until the new religion shall have
dispelled old superstitious beliefs will the Entoans venture upon
freedom of thought and conduct which we trust will not lead to the
effacement of the unique beauty of Bendolû-iffon Tylûs[a:][a:], which
long has been known as Bendolû-iffon, for when the Government became
Centralized, kingdoms went out of fashion and the two cities became one.
De L'Ester--We are pleased that you and Bernard are as charmed as
ourselves with this matchlessly lovely iridescent city, and we,
too, will hope that a lessening belief in imaginary Gods and other
superstitions may not lead to a modernizing of its unique features.
Yes, Earth contains marbles and stones presenting the same colorings,
but they are not likely to serve architectural purposes, at least not
to the extent of building of them an entire city. We cannot now devote
further time to Bendolû-iffon, but our future is all before us, so we
only will say to it au revoir, for ere long we will return and you,
Gentol[a:], and this interested lad will be with us.
Now we will journey toward Yoitan-dylû (tempest tossed), which lies
directly eastward. It is a long, narrow, very salt sea, and it is
the most tempestuous water of the Planet. Once it was a great body
of water, but gradually during passing centuries it has so decreased
in extent and depth as to have become one of Ento's smaller salt
seas. A little higher, George. Now glance backward. Is not the scene
wonderfully beautiful? Over the receding city and over the ruffled
surface of Phoemadon a luminous, opalescent veil has fallen and the
scene is vanishing, vanishing, and now--it is gone.
In a certain locality on the northern shore of Yoitan-dylû we will
find our friend Sylvian, who will inform us of affairs at D[a:]o. Yes,
we were there this morning and perceived that the hour of Vallo[a:]'s
departure is very nigh. Why do not we go there at once? For the reason
that it would not be well to subject you to the powerful influences
concentrating there. Were you physically strong we might venture to do
so; as it is, your vitality must be conserved for a special occasion.
Inland about four English miles from Yoitan-dylû are the noted ruins of
an ancient city whose principal features are several immense statues.
Very ancient Ento Spirits say that the now arid regions surrounding
the ruins of a great city were in their time sufficiently productive
for the sustenance of a large agricultural population, but for many
centuries they have not been inhabitable. The name of the city was
Ten[a:]v[a:]h, and once the waves of Yoitan-dylû tumultuously rushed
to its very feet, and to it at stated times, from all over the
Planet, came multitudes of people to offer and to witness sacrifices
to Andûman[a:] and the lesser Deities. When we shall have reached
the ruins Zenest[a:] will tell us something concerning them. Yes,
the underlying lands present the same desolate appearance as others
that we have traversed. Here and there springs of pure water well up,
supplemented by deep borings which furnish a limited water supply,
rendering somewhat productive small areas of land, which afford a
precarious subsistence for small communities of frugal and industrious
people, but were it not that the general Government keeps over these
isolated peoples a paternal supervision they would not be able to
sustain themselves. A special air Transport service holds them in touch
with other portions of the Planet, bearing to them such commodities as
they require, in turn carrying away the surplusage of their several
industries. As it is the fixed policy of the General Government to
carry the Irrigating and Waterways System around the Planet, in time
these fertile localities will become a part of the System. No, it
will not be very long before this will occur, for by far the heaviest
portion of the stupendous work already is accomplished. Owing to the
many rocky formations existing between Camariss[a:] and Etzoin[a:]
Lois[a:] the undertaking thus far has been very arduous, the remaining
work will be far easier of accomplishment. Indolois[a:], Etzoin[a:],
Phoemadon, Yoitan-dylû and other bodies of water lying within the
area of the system will obviate the necessity of excavations for the
Waterways. Through hydraulic and mechanical engineering all bodies of
salt water are kept within their own bounds, only fresh water being
permitted to flow in the Waterways and Irrigating Canals.
Slowly, George, and we will descend a little. Gentol[a:], what do you
now see?
Gentola--Upon an immense oblong platform, which is quite elevated above
the level of the sandy plain, I see one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven enormously large statues. On the raised centre of the platform
is a statue very much larger than the others. Its proportions are
indeed gigantic, and its form and features are so finely modelled, so
majestically beautiful that it seems incredible that mortals could
have fashioned it. Above the forehead of this colossal statue is a
golden Sun, its rays set close with jewels which gleam and scintillate
as though endued with life. In its extended right hand is a great
cluster of golden rodels, and in the less extended, partly closed left
hand is what appears to be a large golden egg. The other statues are
very beautiful; three are male and three are female figures, at whose
feet are altars in the form of great oblong basins. Why is it that the
platform, the altars and the statues are so perfectly preserved and
only fragmentary ruins of the great city remain?
Zenesta--Before replying to your question allow me to say that the
founding of this ruined city antedated the Establishment of the
National Government and Religion, and that aside from what has been
learned through the inscriptions on the base of the platform and on
the altars to the Entoans of to-day, its history is little more than
legendary. On our side of life we possess its authentic history. That
you and Bernard may obtain a clearer view of the statues we will
descend.
Now you perceive that though the foundation of the platform is of stone
its upper portion upon which the statues stand is of a non-corrosive
metal known as Sauv[a:]. The central figure represents Andûman[a:],
the Supreme One. The three female figures on His right, and the three
male figures on His left hand, are Deific Ones of Astranol[a:]. Yes,
the coloring of the statues is very fine. Enamelling is an art in which
the Entoans excel. Observe that the statues are composed of sections so
nicely adjusted as to be nearly imperceptible. De L'Ester says that the
metal is very like what you term bronze.
As briefly as possible I will relate somewhat of the history of the
ruined city and of the temple of which this great altar and these
wonderfully fine statues were features. Yes, this that you have thought
a platform is an altar.
At a period when the equatorial regions were yet to a degree fertile
Kēhoivas Edda, the sovereign of the most powerful nation of Ento,
resolved to build on this spot a magnificent Temple and altar of
sacrifice to the Supreme One and his chiefest Messengers, and in
pursuance of this resolve he issued a proclamation, requesting all
other sovereigns to join him in this pious undertaking. At this time,
between the various races of Ento, wars were of frequent occurrence,
and Kēhoivas Edda proposed that during the building of the Temple, and
thereafter at stated periods, all wars and animosities of whatever
nature for a certain number of days should cease, that thus all of
Andûman[a:]'s children might pass to and from the temple to their own
places without fear of molestation. Calling upon Andûman[a:] and His
Messengers to bear witness to his sincerity he declared that for all
time the Temple, which should be known as Infadoihan-lûvētas (place
of sacrifice), should belong to the several nations of Ento. Kēhoivas
Edda, being the most powerful Sovereign of Ento, and his purpose a
most pious one, his proposal received universal acceptance, and very
soon from all parts of Ento came a multitude of artisans and laborers
to assist in the building of the Temple. Each nation contributing
according to its means, quickly vast treasure and material for the
undertaking accumulated and within two Ento years the great temple
reared its majestic beauty above the loftiest structures of the wide
spreading city.
During the building of the temple, and for many succeeding years,
almost universal peace prevailed, and through many centuries the
fires of those great altars consumed many, many victims of the dread
superstitions of perverted religious ideas. Could these mute statues
relate the story of the tragedies enacted upon their altars, we would
turn away in horror from their recitals of scenes upon which loving,
pitiful spirits once gazed and wept. You perceive that each statue has
its own altar upon which special sacrifices were offered. On the altar
of the statue representing Andûman[a:] the Supreme One, the fairest
and dearest of Ento's youths and maidens were sacrificed. On the
altars of His six servitors animals set apart for the sacred purpose
were burned. Other altars, no longer in existence, scarcely sufficed
to contain the profusion of precious things and of grains, fruits and
flowers offered for the purpose of securing the kind offices of the
Gods and Goddesses of Astranol[a:]. Happily all this is of a bygone
day, and even the ruins of the grandest Temple of that ancient time
have nearly disappeared. The massive walls, the towering dome, the many
huge columns, the great interior, enriched by all that treasure could
command or art could produce, all, all, long since have been scattered
abroad or buried beneath the shifting sands of this desert waste. Only
these indestructible statues, the great altar supporting them, with
here and there a broken column or a fragment of sculpture hints of the
vanished glories of Inf[a:]doih[a:]n lûvēt[a:]s and of the great city
Ten[a:]v[a:]h.
Previous to the building of the Temple, and for centuries afterward,
the Entoans scarcely realized the increasing aridity of the soil of the
equatorial countries. Thus while they gloried in and bore to the altars
of their great and beautiful Temple their most valued possessions,
the already greatly lowered mountains were growing less majestic,
elevations imperceptibly were becoming levelled, valleys were being
filled to the level of the plains, and flowing streams were being lost
or diverted from their courses. The changes of centuries are as the
long, long thoughts of the Infinite Mind. They go forward, perhaps
almost imperceptibly, but they go forward.
Thus in time the region about Ten[a:]v[a:]h grew infertile, and
gradually the population drew away to more favorable lands. The
multitudes who, during many centuries, had journeyed to the Temple to
worship and to offer sacrifices, gradually ceased their attendance. The
altar fires which, during centuries, had glowed incessantly, burned
fitfully, then died away and the Temple fell into disuse, then into
decay, its treasures serving for the enrichment of other shrines. With
disuse of the Temple, Ten[a:]v[a:]h became entirely deserted, and for
centuries past its ruins have found sepulture beneath the shifting
sands, which, ere long, through the influence of the beneficent system,
will yield up many buried pages of its history.
Now I will reply to your question. These statues are regarded with such
reverential awe that ever the Priesthood have protested against their
removal elsewhere, and the Government sees to it that at stated times
competent persons are dispatched to this lonely spot to clear away
drifting sands and to keep them and the altars in perfect repair.
From Entoans who recently have come into our Spirit Realms, we learn
that when the system shall have reached this locality, on this spot the
Government will erect another Temple. Is it too much to hope for, too
much to expect, that it will be dedicated to the One Whose chiefest
attribute is love?
De L'Ester--We will hope that it may be so. This we know, that no more
on these altars will the crime of human sacrifice be perpetrated. These
survivals of a tragic past do well to observe perpetual silence, for if
they might even whisper the story of the atrocities committed in their
names, the more enlightened, gentler Entoans of to-day would shrink
from it in horror.
Now we must be up and away. Gentol[a:], of all the scenes you
have observed, none, I think, have appeared so utterly lonely, so
pathetically forsaken as this verdureless plain and those sombre,
gigantic statues standing like silent sentinels over the buried city
and temple.
We now will follow northward the western shore of Yoitan-dylû, and
shortly we will arrive at some irrigated lands and an inconsiderable
and rather modern city named Cryst[a:] Fûyon, the name of its founder,
and it is the capital city of this province, A-Shinoh. Yes, those
green, luxuriant growths are in strong contrast to the adjoining
desert lands. No, they are not irrigated by the water of Yoitan-dylû.
You forget that it is a salt sea. To procure water for irrigation and
for the service of the city, Cryst[a:] Fûyon instituted a system of
artesian wells, which was not difficult of accomplishment, as at no
great depth, even under desert lands, there is an abundance of water.
George, for a few moments we will pause here. Yes, it is an attractive
scene. In the near distance is Yoitan-dylû, on whose foam capped waves
vessels of various kinds are tossing on their ways, and on its hither
shore is white Cryst[a:] Fûyon, with its beautiful snowy temple and
many fine structures. On its landward side the city and its pretty
suburban homes are surrounded by the luxuriant greenery of grains,
grasses, fruit-bearing and other trees, and a wealth of blooming
shrubs, vines and plants. Certainly Cryst[a:] Fûyon, the founder of
the city and of the Irrigating System which has reclaimed many miles
of arid lands, deserves high praise for his efforts. Oh, yes, for over
half an Ento century he has been on the spirit side, yet his interest
in the city and its fortunes is unabated. Ah, Sylvian and Inidor[a:]
are coming to meet us.
Inidora--Lohaû, lohaû, ēmanos.
De L'Ester--Hail, and a loving welcome for you, dear friends.
Sylvian--And for you all our hearts speak a fond greeting. No, we have
not long awaited your coming, but long enough for Inidor[a:] to relate
to my willing ears the story of his unlooked for finding of his other
self and his attempts to establish a mutual rapport, in which, happily,
to a degree, he has succeeded. What word do I bring you from D[a:]o?
It is that for the present your journeyings must cease. Vallo[a:] is
about to pass into our Spirit Realms, and in anticipation of the event
which can no longer be delayed, a vast number of our friends of many
Planetary Spirit Realms have assembled to witness and to aid in the
anticipated successful culmination of our Mission. That it will be
successful we no longer doubt. Vallo[a:] and Dano now fully realize
that life does not end with death of the body, and in a measure this
assurance assuages the sorrow of their approaching brief separation.
For Omanos Fûnh[a:] there is but one step to be taken, when gladly he,
too, will embrace the faith that will assure him of the existence of
another world, where he will find his dear ones. Unconsciously he and
many others are shrinking away from the old dread beliefs, and light
from Spirit Realms is penetrating their consciousness and inspiring
them with the hope that at last Andûman[a:] has heard their importunate
cries and is about to grant them continuous existence.
Vallo[a:] now scarcely animates her physical body, and like an
imprisoned bird she struggles for freedom, yet even as she tries
to escape, her beautiful eyes, full of love and pity, turn to
her despairing father, then upon her grief stricken lover, Dano
Andûlēs[a:], who kneels by her couch murmuring words of tenderness and
covering her cold hands with tears and kisses. His Spirit vision has
grown very clear and as in bewilderment he gazes upon the partially
freed Vallo[a:], then upon the wasted form he so long has adored, in
piteous tones he cries, "Vallo[a:], Vallo[a:], whither goest thou? I
see thee, and thou art escaping from thy body, and thou art not dead.
Oh, thou dread mystery death, take me, oh take me too, for wheresoever
my love may go, I, too, would go." Then again he cries, "Woman, woman
of another world, come to me, come to me. Thou didst promise that in
the supreme hour of trial thou wouldst come to me. Oh, come and teach
to me the meaning of death." And thus the pitiful scene repeats itself,
and the change is very near.
Gentol[a:], the time has arrived for our departure for D[a:]o, and soon
in the presence of Omanos Fûnh[a:] and those about him, you, through
the departing Vallo[a:] and her affianced, Prince Dano, will proclaim
the glad tidings that death of the physical body affords release of the
immortal Spirit. That life is unending, and that in a World unseen of
mortal eyes all surely will find their loved ones whom they had mourned
as having gone into eternal Silence.
Among those about the couch of Vallo[a:] is Ozynas Dûls[a:], the Most
High Priest of the Temple Zim, which you may know is the most sacred
of Ento's Temples. Through purity of life and most ascetic habits this
Most High Priest has to an unusual degree developed the Senses of
Clairvoyance and Clairaudience, and when he shall come to understand
their real meaning he will become a powerful force in the introduction
of the new religion. Perhaps you are aware that all humans possess
these senses, and that under favorable conditions all may exercise
them. No, the case of this Priest is not exceptional. All high Priests
are chosen for the position because of their supposed ability to hold
converse with the Deific Ones. That they hold converse with discarnated
Spirits is true, and naturally you may wonder why they and the peoples
have not learned of the continuity of existence. The reason is obvious.
Since ancient times a harsh, unyielding religious creed has held in
bondage both Priests and peoples, and lest the Gods might call them to
a fearful account for their impiety, none have dared to assail it. Such
Spirit communications as from time to time the Priests have received,
if opposed to the creed, have been dismissed as mere hallucinations,
but when in harmony with the creed they have been regarded as of Divine
origin. Without such intervention as our Mission proposes this unhappy
condition must indefinitely continue, but when, through such evidence
as the Mission will offer, Omanos Fûnh[a:] and those nearest him shall
have accepted the new faith, the way will be made clear for Priests and
peoples to follow the light which shall lead them into ways of greater
happiness than ever they have dreamed of.
Ozynas Dûls[a:], who is nearing the threshold of truth, is a
courageous, eloquent and very spiritual man. Through recent experiences
of Vallo[a:] and Dano he is so nearly convinced of the continuity
of existence that he is ready to battle against the old faith and
for the reception of the new religion, whose heralds noiselessly
but determinedly are approaching the sorrowful peoples, resolved to
dissipate the darkness which ever has enshrouded their lives.
Now look straight ahead and in a moment you will perceive the dim
outlines of the lofty domes and loftier Light and Signal Towers of
Ento's capital city. To the left of the loftiest Signal Tower which
overlooks the city is the residence of the Supreme Rulers of Ento, and
where now Spirit hosts are concentrating their forces, and where very
soon you will be the central figure of what to you and this dear youth
will be a strange drama. I much regret my inability to converse with
you directly, but I trust that our mutual friend has made my meaning
clear to you.
De L'Ester--I believe that I have correctly translated all that you
have said, and now that the momentous hour has arrived for a brief time
our Sensitive must return to her home so that she may arrange for an
unusually prolonged absence from her physical body. Within a half hour
we will meet you near or in the palace.
Info oovistû.
Gentol[a:], George and I will swiftly bear you to your home, where I
shall have something of moment to say to you. You will close your eyes,
for we shall traverse the space between Ento and Earth with utmost
speed. Ah, ah. That is well. Now unclose your eyes, for you are safe
within your quiet, darkened room, and no one but the faithful Vena is
in the house, and she is preparing to leave it, but you will request
her to remain at home, for you must not be left unattended. Now listen
attentively to what I shall say. As you have learned, but do not now
clearly remember, Vallo[a:], daughter of Omanos Fûnh[a:], Osy Hûn, is
about to pass into Ento's Spirit Realms, and that success may attend
the Mission of Love in which you and we are engaged, we must ask you to
unreservedly submit yourself to our requirements. Rest assured that we
will guard you carefully, and by all that is Divine we pledge ourselves
that you shall not be tried beyond your strength. To prevent possible
injury, we desire that you shall charge Vena to, on no account, permit
any one to enter the house during your submergement, and that will
occupy six, probably seven, hours. Say to her that she must not attend
the door bell or open the door of your room, and do so at once, for we
must hasten our return to Ento.
Gentola--I have instructed Vena to remain in the house, to allow no one
to enter it, and to leave me undisturbed until five o'clock, which will
be seven hours hence.
De L'Ester--We have heard your conversation with the girl, who is in
a state of nervous alarm lest some evil may befall you. Ask her to
lower the window shade in the adjoining room. Some rays of light are
penetrating the desired darkness of this one, and it may be well to
further reassure her, so that she may not feel impelled to disturb you.
That is well, and all things being arranged to our satisfaction we at
once will depart. Close your eyes and render yourself passive. You are
not afraid?
Gentola--Not afraid, but a little nervous. As I ever have found you
true to your word, I will trust you to the end.
De L'Ester--That you safely may do, for aside from all other
considerations we greatly desire that you shall yet a while remain on
the Earth plane, that with your approval we may make further use of
your peculiar phase of Mediumship. We have not labored all these years
to fit you for a definite purpose to now willfully permit injury of our
Instrument. You may believe, too, that in our demands upon your time
and strength for the furtherance of our Mission, we are not actuated
by selfish motives, and in time you will understand that if you have
suffered and practiced much self-denial, we, too, have sacrificed much
that we might aid in the accomplishment of what you and we regard as a
sacred duty. Now you are tranquil and we are ready for our flight to
Ento.
You now may unclose your eyes for we are nearing D[a:]o, and you may
perceive its many stately structures, whose domes and towers are
in relief against a background of cloudless azure sky. We now will
approach the Palace, which you will observe is enveloped in a shining,
mistlike aural cloud, within which a host of exalted Spirits are aiding
in the Spiritual unfoldment of Omanos Fûnh[a:] and others who, ere
long, will proclaim to the peoples of Ento the glorious truth that the
Spirit, the real Self, survives the change called death. When presently
we shall enter within the aural cloud you will clearly see what you
never--But I must not anticipate, and you will strive to regain your
usual tranquillity.
One seldom sees a more artistic structure than this massive, stately,
harmoniously designed residence of the Supreme Rulers of Ento, its
lovely surroundings affording an admirable setting for such a gem of
architecture. Indeed the entire city is an architectural dream. It
strictly is a residence city, though of necessity in it are bazaars
and marts containing all that is finest and best pertaining to art,
manufactured wares and natural products. No, it is not an extensive
city, the population not exceeding a half million, but it is the
richest city of Ento, and one of the oldest.
Now you are quieted and we will join our Band within the aural cloud.
Gentola--De L'Ester, friends, wait a moment; I believe I am frightened.
Oh, who are those wonderfully beautiful Beings? Are they Angels or are
they Spirits? Oh, I am overwhelmed by the amazing spectacle.
De L'Ester--Tranquillize yourself, I pray you, tranquillize yourself;
none but loving friends are here. Those radiant Beings are exalted
Spirits from many Spirit Worlds, and conditions are such that for the
first time during our Mission you see Spirits as _they really are_. You
are aware that the physical body is composed of grosser elements of
substance, and the Spirit body of elements more refined, the elemental
quality of the Spirit body depending upon the manner of existence of
the mortal, so you readily may conclude that those Spirits are of an
exalted plane, else they would not present such a glorified appearance,
neither would they be able to serve the purpose for which they have
assembled. Adonēon, the leader of a Band, desires to address you.
Adoneon--Trembling one from the Earth-world, the Sorrowful Star, upon
which I, too, once dwelt, I pray you to accept our gentlest, our most
loving greeting. Once we all existed in mortal forms, but having been
freed from physical expression we present to your unaccustomed gaze
an appearance which startles and occasions you some trepidation. Will
it calm your disquietude if I say that could you see yourself as we
see you, you would be as greatly amazed at your real appearance as
you are at our own. Then be at peace, for as we are, you some time
will be, and then, as now, gladly you will serve the lowliest of the
human Brotherhood. Gentol[a:], you are rightly named, for only one of
kindliest nature would risk the severance of the ties of your present
Embodiment, that thus you may aid this Mission of Loving endeavor. You
desire to learn somewhat of my earthly history. As you will, but it
must be as the merest fragment of the whole.
Rome was my birthplace, and I was the only child of persons of
distinction. From my earliest youth I revolted against the gross
licentiousness and debauchery, not only of the masses, but of those
in highest places, whose criminally bestial orgies were beyond
description, vile and demoralizing. My parents, too, shrank in horror
and disgust from a condition of society which words cannot express. So
did others, but those who dare oppose themselves against the example
of the conscienceless Emperor Nero, and his equally conscienceless
courtiers, did so at the peril of life and estate. Through his
intolerable tyranny I, with other youths of the best blood of Rome,
were driven to plot rebellion against his misrule, and when our hopes
of success were at the highest, a treacherous youth betrayed us and we
were arrested and sentenced to death in the arena. My beloved father
was shorn of his rank and possessions, and with my gentle mother, was
driven into exile, which they did not long survive. But Nero, the
insane, brutal tyrant, the ferocious, drunken beast, and the curse of
his unhappy time; Nero, who made human agony his pastime, still lived
to gleefully laugh while naked, empty handed victims were cast into
the arena to be torn limb from limb by creatures no more savage, no
more relentless than the insensate wretch who gloated over the horrible
scene. Earth has not harbored a more ignoble mortal than he who styled
himself, and indeed regarded himself, as the "Divine Cæsar."
When the hour of my agony arrived, I, with many others, one a fair
girl scarcely beyond childhood, were driven to our doom. Some, through
terror, swooned into merciful oblivion, others shrieked wildly and
pitifully, frantically strove to escape from the great beasts who
tore them into fragments, and still others instinctively fought for
life, or coweringly shrank from their hideous fate. But not I, not I.
As an enormous lion rushed like an avalanche from the opened door of
his cage, the young girl clung to me for protection. One glance at
her wide open eyes and terror stricken, lovely face, round which her
golden hair fell in curling profusion, inspired me with courage born
of pity and despair. Putting her behind me, I strode toward the lion,
my burning, unwavering gaze meeting the glowing eyes of the famished
and enraged beast, and for a moment the crouching creature hesitated,
and Nero shouted and clapped his jewelled hands. The next instant the
lion launched himself against my naked form and in another moment I was
freed and beyond the reach of the cruelest of all creatures--the _human
animal_.
After the lapse of half a thousand of your years, at my own desire,
and for a purpose, the Angels of the Visitation found me a birthplace
on the glorious planet Jupiter. Your astronomers would question this
statement. They do not take into account the fact that necessarily they
possess but a limited knowledge of the constitution and conditions of
the Planets of our Solar System, or of the Beings who may inhabit them,
and they do not recognize the more important fact that Spirit, the
Life Principle, is indestructible, and that it possesses the ability
of adjusting itself to other environments than those of Earth. From
Jupiter's Spirit Realms I, and these my comrades have come to aid in
this attempt to bring Spiritual enlightenment to the sorrowful children
of Ento. Our Band of nine Spirits will endeavor to come into harmonious
relations with Omanos Fûnh[a:]. To other Bands of Spirits from other
Planetary Spheres have been assigned special duties. Upon De L'Ester
and his Band will rest the responsibility of controlling and directing
you. As far as possible our plans have been perfected, and the supreme
moment having arrived, may the Divine, Intelligent, All Potent One
direct and aid us in our endeavor to fulfill the Law of Love.
De L'Ester--Gentol[a:], now that you have grown tranquil, we will enter
the apartment of the passing Vallo[a:]. Be attentive while I inform you
as to who some of the assembled personages are, then you will describe
the surroundings of this pitiful scene. Later, your deeper submergence
will oblige me to continue a narration of what may occur. Do you
understand?
Gentola--I do, and shall try to meet your wishes. I find myself
standing at the foot of Vallo[a:]'s couch, which is near the centre
of the very spacious apartment, whose walls and ceiling are marvels
of beauty. Upon their ivory white surfaces are sprays of exquisite
blossoms so true to nature that it seems as though one might gather
them from their delicate foliage. Rich tapestries of palest blue,
combined with snowy laces, drape the lofty windows, and fluted panels
of the same tapestry separate the flower designs on walls and ceiling,
the effect being very refined and beautiful. On opposing sides of the
apartment great mirrors are let into the walls, their frames and the
woodwork of doors and windows being in white and gold and the floor is
such an exquisitely dainty mosaic that it seems a profanation to step
on it. There are some very beautiful divans and chairs and a large,
handsome table which, with the exception of the lovely couch on which
Vallo[a:] lies, completes the furnishing of the apartment.
Through a window from which the drapery is drawn aside the light
falls upon a young girl whose angelically lovely face is framed in a
mass of curling, golden hair. It is the face of the young girl you
once showed me in a picture, but it is more mature, more expressive,
more spirituelle, than the pictured face. The soft, fleecy, white
couch clothing outlines a tall, slender form, somewhat emaciated, but
modelled most beautifully, and as she lifts her hands to push away
from her low, wide forehead her shining hair, I see that they are as
white as lilies and exceedingly shapely. On one side of the couch
sits Omanos Fûnh[a:], a majestic, very handsome, dark skinned man of
about middle age. On the other side of the couch kneels Dano, his
mournful gaze fixed upon the face of the dying girl, whose expression
is serene but very pathetic. In Dano's clasp is her left hand, which he
holds against his tremulous lips. With her right hand she fondly but
feebly caresses her father's stately head, bowed near her own, and her
large, beautiful azure hued eyes look into his despairing face, then
turn toward the sorrowful face of her affianced, and she murmurs low,
broken words of endearment for both. Dano's father, Basto Andûlēs[a:],
who, with bowed head and folded arms, stands near the head of the
couch, is a picture of woe. By Dano's side stands his mother, a very
tall, olive skinned, strikingly handsome woman, whom her son closely
resembles. On her face is an expression of great tenderness, as she
whispers fondly pitiful words to the dying girl, who gently touches
her face and smiles up at her. Suddenly, with a quivering moan and a
look of terror in her dark eyes, she draws away, but quickly recovers
herself, and again she stoops to murmur loving words to Vallo[a:] and
to Dano, upon whose dark, flowing hair her tears fall like rain. Near
Omanos Fûnh[a:] stands the Most High Priest Ozynas Dûls[a:], and what
a singularly grand looking man he is. He is taller than any Entoan I
have seen; taller even than Omanos Fûnh[a:] whom I think he resembles.
As he stands erect, silent and motionless, he looks like a draped
bronze statue. There is a peculiar expression on his quiet face, a
sort of introspective expression which suggests the thought that he is
questioning himself as to the mystery of death, whose dread shadow is
stealing over the beautiful face of Vallo[a:].
Of the host of Spirit men and women thronging this apartment, the
entire residence and the aura inclosed space about it, what can I,
what shall I say? To my unfolded vision the walls oppose no barrier,
and with inexpressible awe and wonder I gaze upon these luminous ones,
whose faces and forms possess a beauty and majesty indescribable. I can
think of no other word than Godlike that will convey my idea of their
appearance, but I--but language fails me--I--can say--no--more.
De L'Ester--Before narrating what occurred after Gentol[a:] ceased
speaking I will say that the Organization controlling this Mission
consists of seven Bands of advanced Spirits of various Planetary
Spirit Spheres, and that our Mission is not an isolated one. On all
Planets inhabited by Spiritualized humans, Spirit Missions for the
accomplishment of various purposes, constantly are being carried
forward. On Earth, at this time, more than one Mission is in progress.
Some will elevate humanity; others, under control of Spirits not of
bad intentions, but of a low plane of evolvement, hence ignorant as to
results, will debase and retard progress. I make mention of this matter
so that if perchance some may read this story of our Mission they will
understand that it is but one of many.
Having become submerged to a degree that rendered her incapable of
further speech, and the moment of Vallo[a:]'s departure being close at
hand, it became imperative that our Instrument should be illumined to
her highest capacity, so that she might deliver our message to Omanos
Fûnh[a:], to Dano, to the Most High Priest, and to others surrounding
the passing girl.
At the moment of midday Gentol[a:] was made to call softly but
distinctly, "Dano! Dano!" All heard the voice, and a look of startled
inquiry was on each face. Raising his head for a moment Dano intently
listened, then breathlessly he questioned, "Who calls me? Who calls
me?" But for a little there was no reply, and only the faint, fitful
breathing of the dying girl broke the profound stillness. Then the
seven Bands of Spirits formed in Circles, and their combined forces
were brought to hear upon Omanos Fûnh[a:], Dano, Ozynas Dûls[a:],
and upon Vallo[a:], whose vital energy for the moment was augmented.
Instantaneously Dano's Spirit Senses were so quickened that he
perceived not only Gentol[a:], but in a less perfect manner our entire
Band, upon whom he gazed curiously, evidently doubting our reality.
His interest being centered in Gentol[a:], quickly he turned toward
her, his face irradiated with surprise and joy. Inclining his head near
Vallo[a:]'s in low, trembling tones he exclaimed, "She has come, as
she promised; she has come, Vallo[a:]. Vallo[a:], my dearest one, see
you not a strange Being by the side of your father?" The yet conscious
girl smiled and murmured, "Yes--yes." Looking about him the greatly
disturbed Omanos Fûnh[a:] exclaimed, "I see no one, I see no one. Oh,
my children, our mutual sorrow confuses our senses, and we imagine
unrealities. Dano, Dano, I pray you compose yourself lest we disquiet
our dearest one." As Omanos Fûnh[a:] uttered these words an expression
of intense surprise and bewilderment stole over his face, and over the
face of Ozynas Dûls[a:], for at that moment their Spirit Senses were so
unfolded that in awed and terrified silence _they saw and heard_.
Then, at my dictation, in a voice low but audible to all, Gentol[a:]
delivered our message. "Dano, Dano," she said, "as I promised so
have I in your hour of deepest sorrow come to you. You perceive that
Vallo[a:], the Real Spiritual Vallo[a:], is well nigh freed from the
frail, beautiful form you all love so well. In a few moments she will
be released; then her golden haired mother and her Aunt Sylvian, whom
you also perceive hovering above the couch, will bear your love to
her home in the glorious Spirit World, where you and all her dear
ones ere long will rejoin her. In this hour of your greatest sorrow I
bear you a Message that henceforth will fill your life and the lives
of Ento's children with immeasurable peace and joy. Omanos Fûnh[a:],
and you, Ozynas Dûls[a:], Priest of a hopeless religion, listen that
you, too, may receive knowledge of the grandest Truth that can be
revealed to man. Through purity of life, and a noble ambition to
_serve_ rather than to rule, and recently through keenest anguish
of soul, you, Omanos Fûnh[a:], have so unfolded your Spiritual Self
that you are prepared to accept this Truth, and you, Ozynas Dûls[a:],
through lofty aspiration and exceptional ability to perceive that which
hitherto you have not understood, will proclaim the Revelation that
the physical body is but the casket in which the priceless jewel, the
Immortal Self, which is the deathless expression of the Infinite Spirit
whom you name Andûman[a:], is enshrined. Hitherto, because of the
positiveness and materialism of your religious beliefs, so dense has
been the aural atmosphere about you, that light from Ento's and other
Spirit Worlds has not penetrated your Spiritual consciousness. During
past centuries the Immortals of many Spirit Worlds have striven to
communicate with the children of Ento, that thus they might bring hope
to despairing ones who have lived, loved and sorrowed, even as you who
love this, your dearest one, now sorrow. Striving, watching, waiting,
loving, pitiful spirits, who once were mortals like yourselves, at
last have found their opportunity and have hastened to bring light
into darkness, joy for sorrow and hope for despair. They, with glad
hearts, have come to proclaim to you that life and Spirit are one and
indestructible. That, though unseen by mortal eyes, the animating
Principle, the Real Self, is Immortal, and in Realms indescribable by
human language, those who have passed from Ento and other Worlds, live,
love and enjoy, or sorrow, in accordance with the purity or impurity
of their mortal existence. They also have come to proclaim to you that
there is but One God, Who is the Infinite Spirit, Who permeates all
things. The Infinitely Intelligent Spirit, who knows all things. The
Infinite Energy, who is the Source of all things. The Dual, Unseeable,
Unknowable One, whose manifestations alone declare the Infinity of
their origin. They have come to proclaim to you that Ento is but one
of myriads of Worlds, comprising an illimitable Universe, whose every
atom is vitalized and permeated by this Infinite Spirit, who no more
lives in the shining Orb which sheds its radiant beams over the lands
and seas of Ento and over other greater Worlds far away in space than
in the petals of the rodel, or in the atoms floating in the atmosphere.
When the great flaming Star you ignorantly have thought the abode of
Andûman[a:], the Supreme One, has for a time disappeared from your
view, and the darkness of night has fallen over this portion of your
Ento World, reverently you have gazed toward the shining points in
space, aye, so far away in space, that you can form no conception of
the immensity of their distances from Ento, and you have believed
them the Lamps of the Realm of Astranol[a:]. Learn, oh children of our
common Father, Mother God, that they are Worlds, some of them of such
vast proportions that, compared with them, Ento and the Earth World,
where I dwell, are dwarfed into insignificance. Some of these worlds
are peopled by very advanced and exalted humans, others by mortals in
various stages of evolvement, and all are the children of the Infinite
One. I cannot now speak more fully of these matters, but, concerning
them, later on you shall receive further instruction.
"Dano, dear youth, let the words of our Message sink deeply into your
heart, for you are the chosen herald, who first shall proclaim the
new Faith to the children of Ento. Be courageous, be faithful, and in
accordance with the measure of your courage and your faithfulness shall
be your consciousness that ever by your side will walk your spirit
bride, your other Self, Vallo[a:]. Dano, Dano, are you strong enough,
are you courageous enough to give to your sorrowful people the Message
of the new faith?"
For a little Dano hesitated, and Vallo[a:], over whose fair
face the whiteness of death was stealing, reached toward him
a tremulous hand and faintly murmured: "Dano--my beloved--you
will--you--will--give--this truth--to--our--despairing--people,
and--and--your Vallo[a:] will--walk--with you--until--your
glorious--work--shall--be--ended."
In her dimming, azure hued eyes was an expression of immeasurable
entreaty, and, overwhelmed with emotion, gently, tenderly, Dano pressed
her cold hand to his lips, and in low, fervent tones said: "I believe
in One Supreme Being, who is beyond my finite comprehension. I believe
that beyond this sorrowful life there is another state of existence,
where all will find their beloved dead, with whom they will live and
love forever, and I promise you, oh, my dearest, that for as long
as I may live in my mortal body, I will proclaim to our peoples the
amazing, the glorious Truth that has been revealed to us. That it is a
truth I well know, for even as I gaze upon your beloved mortal form,
rising above your head I see your Real Self, radiant and lovely beyond
all beauty of mortal woman. I see, too, your mother, your wondrously
beautiful golden haired mother, and Sylvian, the lovely and gracious
woman whom in my childhood I revered as I revered the Goddesses of
Astranol[a:]. They support you in their arms, my dearest, and they
are about to bear you away from my sight. Vallo[a:]--Vallo[a:]--oh,
my beloved, open your beautiful eyes--oh, speak to one once more.
Do you hear me, Vallo[a:]? Do you hear me? Answer me if but with a
word, or a smile, so that I may know that you have heard my vow." As
though in answer to his piteous appeal Vallo[a:]'s eyelids quivered
and slowly her blue eyes unclosed and gazed into Dano's, and a faint
smile played about her parted lips. Then, with a supreme effort, her
gaze turned upon her father, who bent his head near her to catch her
whispered words, the last he would hear from the mortal lips of his
idolized child. "Father, father," she sighed, rather than said, "it is
true--promise--me--your--child--to--give--this--truth--to our--people.
Fath--er, prom--ise----" The blue eyes closed, a smile wreathed itself
about the sweet mouth, and--all was still.
We, who have observed the release of many Spirits, seldom have
witnessed a scene so pathetic, so profoundly touching. About the
spacious chamber were grouped the Seven Spirit Circles, deeply
sympathizing with the bereft ones, who for a time remained in voiceless
apathy, their overwhelming grief finding no utterance in word or
outcry. Cradled in the arms of her Spirit mother and of her Aunt
Sylvian, the Spirit Vallo[a:] laid like a smiling, sleeping infant.
By the side of the couch knelt Dano, holding in his warm clasp the
cold, lifeless hands of his love, and gazing upon her pallid face in
speechless agony. Bending over him his mother by her silent sympathy
sought to console him, her fast falling tears evincing the depth of
her own sorrow. Still by the side of Omanos Fûnh[a:] stood Gentol[a:],
and though intently listening to our Message, not once had he looked
at her, but now impelled by our concentrated desire, slowly, timidly
he turned his gaze upon her, and for the first time fully realized
the presence of a spirit. She alone of the assembled spirits being
perceptible to his but partially unfolded Clairvoyant and Clairaudient
Senses, awe stricken and trembling he sank to his knees, and in broken
accents questioned: "Who art thou? What art thou?" At my dictation she
replied:
Gentola--By some spirit friends I have been named Gentol[a:], and am
not of your people, but am of a World afar in space, which by its
peoples is known as Earth. In a manner which I now cannot explain I can
leave my living physical body, and by some wise and strong Spirits who
understand Spiritual Laws, I have been borne from Earth to your World,
that through me they might reveal to you and to your people that the
Spirit, the Real Self of humans survives death of the physical body.
For the reason that I am less etherealized than wholly freed Spirits,
you, Dano, and you, Ozynas Dûls[a:], perceive me, and were your
superior Senses more fully unfolded, you would behold Sēlon[a:], the
purple eyed, golden haired wife of your youth, and her sister, Sylvian,
too, who will assist in bearing to her beautiful home in your Spirit
World your angel daughter Vallo[a:]. Sēlon[a:] and Sylvian implore you
to remember Vallo[a:]'s last words, and if in your consciousness the
new Faith may find a steadfast abiding place you will gladden the
hearts of your beloved and loving ones by openly declaring it. Remember
that though you are not conscious of their presence, often they are
near you, reading your every thought, and that your joy is their joy,
and that in their hearts your griefs find quick response. Ever your
gentle, loving wife guards and guides you in your ways. Ever, as you
walk to and fro, silently her foot-falls keep pace with yours, and when
the hour of your release from your mortal body shall arrive she and
Vallo[a:] will be with you, and in a World whose skies are ever radiant
with a light unknown to mortals, over whose brightest days shadows ever
are falling, you will be reunited with those whom you have mourned as
having gone into perpetual Silence. In this Spirit World the flowers
are fadeless, the balmy air is vibrant with Divinest harmonies and joys
such as mortals cannot conceive of await all whose exalted lives have
prepared them for lofty states of Being. The Guiding Spirits who have
brought me here say that ere long I shall come again to offer to you a
fuller knowledge of the Truth we are striving to reveal to you, a Truth
which shall dispel your fear of death, which is but a transition to a
higher state of existence, and shall bring to you and to your people
consolation and peace inexpressible.
De L'Ester--Ere Gentol[a:] ceased speaking, through grief and amazement
Omanos Fûnh[a:] was so overwhelmed that had not Ozynas Dûls[a:]'s
strong arms sustained him he would have fallen prone. Swaying like a
drunken man, he extended his trembling hands toward Gentol[a:], crying:
"Thou sayest thou art from another World, a World afar in space. Thou
sayest that my child Vallo[a:] still lives, and that her mother and
Sylvian are here to bear her away to a World invisible to me. Where is
this invisible World of living ones, and do my dear ones indeed dwell
there? And when the breath of my life shall cease shall I, too, surely
continue to exist, and with them abide forever? And truly are there in
space other Worlds, where men and women live, love and die as do we
of Ento? The thought is too stupendous. I cannot realize it. Speak, I
entreat you, ere my senses totter to their destruction."
Quickly our Forces combined to quiet his somewhat frenzied state, and
again Gentol[a:] was made to address him and those about him.
Gentola--I, who am but the Instrument for Spirits more exalted than
myself, can only say that which they dictate to me. When daylight has
merged into twilight, and twilight has deepened into darkness, myriads
of shining points dot the vast expanse of the night sky, and you
have been taught that these shining points are the Lamps illumining
the abode of your Gods and Goddesses, whom you have regarded as the
Messengers of Andûman[a:] the Supreme One. Among those shining points
is one gleaming with a soft, silvery radiance, which your Priests have
named Inglos ēvecto Fryd[a:], which, I am told, would in my language
mean Fryd[a:]'s lamp or light. Truly this silvery point is the Earth
world where I dwell. Like all the Worlds in space it is spherical in
form and nearly twice the size of Ento, which it closely resembles,
and, like your world, its surface is composed of divisions of land and
water, and its products of all kinds are very similar to those of Ento.
Our learned ones believe that it is a younger World than this, as much
of its land surface is quite rugged, and there are mountains so lofty
that their peaks pierce the clouds. Its hills, too, are still elevated,
and its valleys deeply depressed, whereas time has nearly levelled
the surface of Ento, necessitating your vast System of Irrigation,
which on the Earth World only in isolated instances is required. We
consider your civilization more advanced than is ours, which indicates
your greater maturity, and in the arts and most of the sciences your
attainments equal or surpass those of our people, who generally aspire
to acquire wisdom and a knowledge of all that may advance their best
interests. Like the Entoans we have trials and sorrows for our loved
ones also pass to the World of Spirits, and we miss their presence, as
you will miss Vallo[a:]'s, but our knowledge of continuous existence
enables us to endure what cannot be avoided, and we well know that when
we too shall pass to our Spirit World we will find all our dear ones
who have preceded us.
Among our learned ones are those who have constructed instruments very
like those through which from the summits of your great Watch Towers
you gaze across the surface of Ento. Through these Instruments, known
as Telescopes, men and women versed in the science of astronomy are
enabled to observe and study the Worlds in space just as the learned
ones of Ento may do when an acceptance of the new Faith shall free them
from their superstitious fears of the Gods and Goddesses who do not
exist, the only God being the Supreme One, who is a God of Love, and
not a vengeful destroyer of his children.
Like Ento, our Earth World also has divisions of day and night, which
in their duration very nearly correspond with your own, and the Sun,
the same glorious Orb that blesses Ento with light and heat, shines
on our World as well. During a certain period of our year, which is a
little more than half the length of yours, when darkness falls and the
sky is unclouded, afar we behold a beautiful ruddy Star, known to us as
the planet Mars, and of all the Worlds in space none so attracts our
attention as this Star, which truly is this, your Ento World. Those who
have brought me here desire me to say that certain instruction they
now would gladly offer for your consideration must for the present be
withheld, but that when a more propitious hour shall arrive, through me
they will reveal to you much that will add to the happiness and well
being of yourself and peoples.
To your question relating to the locality of the World of living
ones I must reply briefly. About all Worlds sufficiently matured to
afford sustenance and habitation for various life forms and for the
children of the Incomprehensible, Infinite Intelligent Energy you name
Andûman[a:], there are a Series of Spirit Realms which envelop material
Worlds as the husk of the Plûym[a:] envelops its crimson fruit. These
Realms are suited to the requirements of their inhabitants, who are
Spirits, who through death of the physical body have been released,
and as men, women and children live a more real life than do mortals.
In these Realms all progress toward higher attainments and greater
perfection, and when fitted for the change they pass from lower to
higher realms and greater joys. In Ento's Spirit Realms your real
Self will find all whom you have loved but not lost, for they live
and love you, and in the grandly beautiful home prepared for you they
await your coming. Be patient, then, and from time to time all that is
for your good will be revealed to you. Now, as never before, Spirits
of the higher Realms can penetrate the aura surrounding the peoples
of Ento, and to you three illumined ones will be revealed that which
will inspire and unfold your inner consciousness, so that with clearer
vision you will perceive the Immortals who ever are about you and all
who yet abide in the mortal form. At this moment this apartment is
thronged with Immortals, who are here to assist in your unfoldment and
that of Dano and Ozynas Dûls[a:], who better than yourself comprehends
this, to you, strange occurrence. Gladly these exalted Spirits will
aid you in your search after Truth, which is wholly Divine and which
alone can assist humanity in its ever onward progress. There, Omanos
Fûnh[a:], lies the inanimate form of your beloved daughter, and Dano's
affianced wife, the form which for a brief time was the dwelling place
of the Spirit Vallo[a:], who now in the arms of her mother and Sylvian
is about to be borne to their and her home in your Spirit World. What
Message shall they convey to other dear ones who await their coming?
De L'Ester--While Gentol[a:] was speaking, Omanos Fûnh[a:], Dano,
Ozyras Dûls[a:] and Dano's parents, who heard her quite audible voice,
stood like so many statues, every sense absorbed in the intense desire
to catch her every word, and when silence followed speech they looked
into each others' faces with an expression of awed inquiry, but no one
uttered a sound. Some moments elapsed, then Omanos Fûnh[a:] slowly
turned toward the couch and silently gazed upon the pallid face framed
in a wealth of golden, curling tresses, then within his trembling palms
he folded Vallo[a:]'s small, cold, stiffening hands, covering them with
kisses and wetting them with his tears, then tenderly he laid them over
her bosom and turned away from the couch. Standing erect, with uplifted
eyes and hands, and with an expression of deep emotion on his dark,
handsome face, in impassioned tones his voice broke the stillness.