SCENES AND INCIDENTS IN THE SPIRIT LAND.
As you gather around your cheerful firesides as mortals, and rejoice in
the sweet associations and affections of the family circle, do you not
sometimes think of those homes not made with hands, which the great army
of your so-called dead inhabit? and do you not long to know something of
them and their manner of existence?
I have recently visited one of these homes in the spirit world, of which
I will endeavor to tell you. Imagine a large, white building, surrounded
by pleasant grounds, and shaded by lofty trees (similar to your trees of
maple and oak), in form, construction, and surroundings much like a
substantial, comfortable country-seat of some well-to-do merchant in
earth life. This home of which I speak is situated in “Pleasant Valley.”
No wintry storms, no sudden waves of cold, no visitations of extreme
heat, ever come to this place! The temperature of the valley is mild and
delightful. There are many such homes as this of which I speak in
Pleasant Valley, but they are not all inhabited by the same class of
people.
TRIAL AND TRIUMPH.
In this comfortable home dwell two beings, male and female, companions
in every sense of the term, whose delight it is to minister to the wants
of others. I know not all the roads of suffering they passed, but I do
know that on earth, many years ago, this woman loved and trusted in this
man, and through the force of circumstances and conditions (perhaps
because of a vacillating, fickle nature), he abandoned her to the
merciless scorn of an unpitying world. Left alone, friendless and
unaided, to fight the battles of life, what wonder that she was plunged
in despair! Her babe lived scarcely three months on earth, ere it passed
to the spirit world.
Crazed at this culmination of all her woes, the poor mother ended her
mortal existence by suicide. For a time she led an aimless, restless
existence in spirit, owing to the law of association drawing her back to
former scenes; but soon, through the aid of ministering spirits, she was
aroused to her true condition and prevailed upon to reach outward for a
higher life.
Her mother-heart yearned and prayed for the tiny babe she had lost,
when, lo, it was brought to her arms by tender mother-spirits, who had
tended and cared for it with loving kindness. Mother and child were
taken to a bright home, where flowers bloomed and branches waved, where
all was beautiful, and there was nought of selfishness or woe to mar the
serenity of the scene. Here in Pleasant Valley, surrounded by loving
helpers and guides, these two beings unfolded in sweetness and purity,
their lives growing into harmony with all mankind.
But the mother, whom I will call Mary, could not forget her early love;
the object of her fondest affections was still dear to her soul, and in
spite of unkindness, desertion, and neglect, her woman’s heart went out
to him in a devotion born of undying love. At times, she could feel
something like a chord vibrating within her, as if with pain, and she
would feel that the spirit of her dear one was calling her to him.
At length she found him, still on earth, but, oh, how changed! Sorrow,
want, and pain were marked on every feature. Oh, what tribulation and
suffering had been his! Friends had died or deserted him; fortune had
fled, and sickness marked him as her own. In hours of misery, thoughts
of Mary had come to him; bitterly did he repent his past conduct, sadly
did he mourn over his wasted life.
Soon he was called to the spirit world, but not at first did he find the
angel of his dreams; though she was near, seeking to aid and assist him
to throw off the clouds that pressed upon him, and to aid him to emerge
from the terrible conditions that surged around him, it was impossible
for her to announce her presence.
At length, by the herculean efforts of his will, by a determination to
live for others instead of wholly for himself, he succeeded in throwing
off the incubus that weighed upon his soul and confined it in the
bondage of darkness. Then, what a glorious sight burst upon his awakened
vision,—the face of her he once knew and loved, the face of her he had
wronged, he beheld smiling upon him tenderly and peacefully, glorified
by angelic love and pardon, while beside it gleamed another,—sweet,
innocent, lovely,—the face of their angel child.
It is impossible for others to realize the misery and anguish of a human
heart, to comprehend the thorny path a soul may have to tread in its
journey of purification; therefore I cannot convey to you a knowledge of
the suffering and sorrow these two beings experienced,—the one through
betrayed confidence, the other through selfishness and wrong-doing; but
we may well believe the anguish of the latter must ultimately have
exceeded ten times the suffering of the former, as the wrong-doer must
meet with stings and scourges of conscience of which the wronged is
never aware.
A HOME FOR THE WEARY.
Led by Mary and her child into paths of peace, and at last pleasantness,
the erring spirit began to blossom out from old conditions, and to
develop depths of goodness in his nature, undreamed of hitherto. At
length, it became their desire to open a spiritual home of peace and
comfort for such weary souls, who, like our friend Mary, are forced out
of mortal existence by the relentless hand of despair and to surround
them with that sweet magnetism of love that serves to assuage their
sorrows and strengthen their hearts.
Consequently, this beautiful home in Pleasant Valley, surrounded by
shaded walks, rippling streams, blooming flowers, and smiling fields, is
sustained by them as a refuge for weary, heart-sick souls, who through
misery, want or neglect, have passed out from earth by their own act.
Within, the apartments are pleasantly situated, commanding views of the
joyous scene without; comfort, and even luxury, abound; the furnishing
of the house is such as to please the eye and harmonize with the senses;
form, color, and texture all blend in perfect unison. Seclusion and
privacy may be had by those who will; cheerful companionship also is
freely offered. Surely such a house of refuge, such a home of peace,
must be welcome to a weary, storm-tossed soul.
Content in their work for others, Mary and her companion pass their
time, constantly devising something new for the amelioration of human
suffering, or giving of their energy and influence to strengthen and
encourage the morally weak and blind. As teachers, helpers and guides,
they are invaluable to others, and their labors follow them in the
blessing and appreciation of all. Serenity and peace are stamped upon
their features, while their forms, clad in simple robes, shine with
dignity; hand in hand they pass through life, happy in each other and in
their work.
What shall we say of their child,—innocent, star-eyed Stella,—she who
returns to earthly scenes daily, as a missionary of light and peace to
weary mortals, who brings an influence of benevolence to the hearts of
the affluent, that they may bestow their bounty upon those in need; who
soothes the weary and sad, and carries a blessing wherever she goes? She
is a missionary of light, performing a noble work in guiding
sorrow-stricken hearts to a haven of rest. The angels bless her, as
mortals would do, were they aware of her presence in their midst, at
times, when a deep influx of strength and consolation flows out from her
life to theirs, and they know not whence it comes.
A few words more: Those happy, calm, and quiet beings, who at present
inhabit the home in Pleasant Valley,—the “Mary Home,” as we love to call
it,—would never be recognized as the sorrowful, hollow-eyed, unhappy
creatures who not long since dragged their weary frames through the
streets of earth. Now, peace and content are theirs; affection and
sympathy feed their lives, and their hearts are no longer starved for
the sustenance they crave.
But these beings will not always remain here. One by one, as they become
strengthened and refreshed, as they become imbued with a desire to help
others, they pass out to other scenes, to new labors, and new
associations, where, as missionaries, they will continue to work for
others, leaving sweet memories to cluster around the old home, and
bright influences which bless and strengthen the weary ones who are
brought to fill their places.
Such is the work accomplished in the Mary Home; such the life spent by
those who, through much tribulation and sorrow, have found the dawn of a
new existence. We do not scorn a spirit for what it has been; we honor
it for its efforts to advance and grow into something better; for in
this way happiness, peace, and blessing come to humanity.
THE CONDITION OF ONE SELFISH ON EARTH.
Passing through the various places and conditions of the spirit world,
on missionary or beneficent purposes intent, one comes in contact with
strange and startling scenes and people, presenting a weird and uncouth
appearance, as well as with those bearing the impress of suffering and
woe.
I well remember one being with whom I was brought into association by a
beautiful spirit, whose delight it is ever to work out some benefit to
others. This being, to whose side I was brought, was a female, tall,
gaunt, unhappy; her garments seemed to be formed of a heterogeneous mass
of fabric, of every color and texture, presenting at once a grotesque
and unnatural appearance.
“See,” she said, as I gazed upon her, “see my fine robes, how beautiful,
how rich; I hid my jewels, that none should find them; I cut up my
handsome dresses, that none could wear them when I was dead; I hid my
gold, that none should spend it in riotous living; and see, I have them
all here again, in these beautiful robes of mine.”
It was plainly to be seen that this unfortunate creature believed what
she said; presenting a pitiable appearance to others, to herself she
appeared to be the perfect ideal of dignity and beauty. I soon learned
the secret of her deplorable condition. On earth this woman had been
cursed with great wealth. I say “cursed,” for to her spirit it had
indeed proved a curse, narrowing her intellect in the eager pursuit of
more wealth, and warping her spiritual faculties to a truly lamentable
extent. While not denying herself the luxuries of life, she yet refused
to spend one penny for the comfort of others; indeed, so selfish and
greedy had she grown, that she could not bear to see others enjoying one
grain of the wealth and luxury which she possessed, and she determined
that since she must “die,”—she did not believe in a future life, nor in
the existence of a higher power than man,—since she must leave all she
possessed, no one else should enjoy it; and so she had destroyed her
riches and garments, and hidden much of her jewelry and gold, so that
after she was dead, her relatives would fail to benefit by them.
This woman had lived alone on earth, a solitary, haughty, mercenary
being; and in this spirit of unrest she had passed out into the Eternal
World, only to find herself stripped of all wealth, grandeur, and
honor,—a poor, wretched creature.
But as yet she had not aroused to this fact; she felt herself a
dethroned queen; she did not realize the utter poverty and squalor of
her surroundings; her only desire seemed to be to keep the gold and
jewels hidden from the light of day.
I was much interested in this spirit. I sought to awaken some sense of
justice, honor, and benevolence within her soul, but without avail. To
all my entreaties, arguments, and persuasions, she would turn a deaf
ear. Her mind seemed to gloat only upon the disappointments of those on
earth, who sought for her hidden treasure, and her time was spent in
mocking their futile search, bewailing her own inability to profit by
her wealth, or parading herself to and fro before the eyes of any
passer-by.
The surroundings of this miserable woman seemed to be as sterile and
gloomy of aspect as her own soul,—cold, cheerless, and deserted. No
blooming flower, no shrub of luxuriant green adorned the scene; barren
rocks and stony ground alone met the sight; not even the maligned
thistle or thorn-bush were here to enliven the scene; and yet this being
in her haughtiness of spirit, perceived not the gloom and darkness and
dearth.
This woman,—seemingly in all but outward appearance anything but a
woman,—so haughty, selfish, even vindictive—what could she produce
sweeter than thorn or thistle?
Spirit parents and friends of this unfortunate being gathered around,
who would fain have assisted her out of her miserable condition; but she
knew them not, and waved them away from her side.
FIRST STEPS TOWARD ENLIGHTENMENT.
But this state of things could not continue long; as the constant
dropping of water will wear away a stone, so the continued influence of
earnest spirits descending upon another will produce its result, and so
the influence of these good, beneficent ones began slowly yet surely to
produce a softening effect upon this woman’s heart. She grew unhappy,
restless; the gold and jewels of her former days haunted her; she longed
to see them once again. In one of these moods she found herself in the
bodily presence of a kinsman,—one poor, but worthy,—whom she had
despised as shiftless, because while burdened with an invalid wife, and
a family of little ones, he could do nothing more than keep himself and
family above want and debt.
Thinking deeply of the hiding-place of her treasure, and longing to
behold it once again, she did not know that the intensity of her desire,
and the impression on her soul concerning the place of concealment,
communicated itself to the mind, or spirit, of her relative. He was in a
partial slumber, it was early morning; just the time and condition
favorable for producing spirit impression. Starting from his sleep, he
exclaimed to his suffering wife: “I believe I have dreamed out the
hiding-place of aunt Sarah’s money; I believe I can find it; at least, I
shall search for it.”
His companion tried to soothe him into quiet, but all in vain; he could
not rest, and shortly left the house, followed by the now anxious and
thoroughly alarmed spirit.
I need not enter into details; before nightfall the treasure was
found,—bank-notes, gold and jewels,—together with a note in the
handwriting of the deceased woman, stating that the money should be
owned by whoever found it, but the jewels must be returned to the heirs
of the family. The only heir to the property was a young lady, a
governess in a distant city. Gladly did the fortunate finder communicate
with her, and as the jewels were worth fully as much as the money, she
was glad to take them, and leave the residue with her relative.
Thus were honest hearts made happy, and needy ones provided for. He who
found the treasure had been sorely tried; his wife’s health had become
more precarious than ever, and his family were in need of even the
necessities of life; for he had been thrown out of employment, and there
was no prospect or hope of better days before him.
You may judge of the rejoicing in the poor man’s cottage that night; the
children were elated, but the invalid’s tears flowed freely, as in
broken accents she thanked the Father of us all for his tender mercy.
ENFRANCHISEMENT OF A SPIRIT.
It was this scene that softened the heart of that unhappy spirit, and
actually brought tears to her eyes. She had rejoiced at the sight of her
treasures again, then grown alarmed as she realized they had forever
passed away from her; but when she witnessed the tears, and listened to
the thanksgiving of the invalid woman, her own heart melted, and she
wept in sympathy.
And so one little wayside blossom dared to lift its head above the arid
soil, and to shed its fragrance over a bitter life,—the flower of
Sympathy, which is so near akin to Love, that the angels consider them
twin lilies blooming from one stem.
At this blessed moment, those earnest spirits who had longed for this
surrounded the woman, dissipating the shadows with their brilliant
presence, and revealing her to herself as she was. Horror, shame,
anguish filled her spirit for a time; remorse for the good she had left
undone pierced her through and through; but possessing strength,
endurance, and energy, and assisted by her friends, she at length
rallied and emerged from her old condition into a brighter one; her old
garments dropped away, and womanly robes of simple fashion clothed her
form, which soon rounded out in beauty of expression and symmetrical
proportions. She is still growing, seeking to learn more of her new
life, and to benefit others; and it is her delight to impress the
receivers of her former fortune to expend a part of it for the benefit
of others.
Thus have the wayside flowers of sympathy, love, benevolence, humility,
and peace blossomed out from the defilement of selfishness and pride.
CHILDREN’S PROGRESSIVE LYCEUMS.
In this chapter, which I have devoted to the recital of scenes and
incidents that occur in the spirit land, I must mention something
concerning the Children’s Progressive Lyceums of that world, which are
in session at this hour. I will give a description of that school which
daily convenes in the massive temple at Spring Garden City, dedicated to
Truth and Education. In this, as in all of our spirit lyceums, spiritual
principles and aspirations are inculcated, and a knowledge of the laws
of life instilled into the young minds who throng its spacious halls.
In that delightful temple, adorned with the artistic expressions of
grace and beauty, where snowy statuary gleam out from nook and corner,
displaying the sculptor’s skill, marvelous creations of ideality,
representing all the grace and loveliness of human conception; where
beautiful paintings adorn the crystal walls: scenes of natural beauty,
glowing landscapes, gleaming water pictures, representations of calm and
peaceful life, which the artist-soul has caused to speak a lesson from
inert canvas; where the ceiling is carved in delicate forms of beauty,
and the open walls invite the perfume of the flower and the balm of the
passing breeze; where in truth all the surroundings are calculated to
awaken only thoughts of the good, to develop a love of the beautiful in
the growing mind, and to cause sensation to glow and blossom under the
light of Purity;—groups of spirit children meet to learn the lessons of
life, develop all the highest, noblest attributes of mind, and to
cultivate the strongest, purest health for the outward form.
There spirit teachers gather, to give instruction to these young souls;
to draw forth the inner powers of the undeveloped minds under their
charge, and to inculcate on them the principles of true spirituality,
which are love, purity, fidelity to truth, and a sense of justice.
And these groups of innocent children, from the prattling babe to the
laughing youth or maiden, present a picture at once sublime and
inviting. Whether chanting in chorus their beautiful spiritual hymns,
which awaken devotion, or delivering in concert their golden-chain
recitations, which tell of the wisdom and boundless love of our Father;
whether relating some simple story of actual experience, or transmitting
the grand and soul-inspiring utterances of others; whether exercising
the limbs in wing movements, or performing the graceful and
strengthening evolutions of the grand triumphal march; in each and all
of these they present a picture of youthful beauty and innocence, of
developing power and purpose, which strikes the beholder with the
conviction that these groups of spirits are yet to wield a mighty power.
By-and-bye those young souls will depart to take their places as
teachers, guides, and helpers to the needy and lowly of earth, or to the
ignorant, darkened minds who enter spirit life covered with the pall of
superstition and fear; and to such beings they will prove a light that
will brighten the highway to knowledge.
METHODS OF INSTRUCTION IN SPIRIT LYCEUMS.
These spirit lyceums are schools of education where thought is developed
and love awakened; where beautiful sights and sounds arouse the young
spirit into activity, and draw it into a condition of perfect harmony.
The lessons are all instructive while entertaining, and are drawn from
some natural object of bird or blossom, or taken from some beautiful
painting, or group of statuary, which represents the idea to be conveyed
to the mind grasping for knowledge.
Each child whose musical taste is developing, receives instruction in
the laws of harmony and melodious sound; each child who loves art in its
expressive form of painting or sculpture receives lessons from
master-minds who delight to guide the awakening talent in its proper
direction. All work in concord and all delight to please each other.
The rose and the acorn, the sparrow and the bee, the tinkling brook and
the mossy stone, all speak a lesson of active, changing life to the
child. The stars and the sunbeams breathe a lesson of divine goodness to
him; and the spirit of all things is felt as he communes with Nature.
And thus these children are prepared to go forth from their spirit
lyceums breathing holy inspirations upon the lives of others, gently
drawing them upward towards the life that knoweth all, the _Love_ that
enfoldeth everyone.
Oh, ye fathers and mothers, who weep in sorrow today because some
darling has been taken from your earthly homes; did you realize how
tenderly your loved one is cared for, into what a beautiful school your
child has entered, to prepare him or her to become a glorious messenger
of life and light and peace to the weary and the sad, you would not
mourn, but rather rejoice that you have been permitted to offer up to
the service of the Lord such a beautiful and pure missionary of love.
These spiritual lyceums, unlike your earthly gatherings of like import,
convene daily; and the children and leaders, in constant association
with each other, grow so in harmony together in sympathy and love, that
they become a perfect whole, each one fitting naturally and beautifully
into his or her place; and hence are enabled to perform an unequalled
amount of good for humanity; and I have found that to these bands of
holy angels, together with the efforts of the red race,—our Indian
brothers,—belongs the credit of swinging back the pearly gates of
immortal life, and setting them forever ajar, for the benefit of those
who linger yet in mortal clay.
A GOLDEN-CHAIN RECITATION.
I would like to give you a specimen of the golden-chain recitations I
listened to at the lyceum of Spring Garden City. The Guardian of the
school recited the first line; the teachers of the various groups or
classes followed on, in concert, with the second line; then the children
of the first group recited the third line; the scholars of the second
group the fourth line; and so on, until all had taken part in the
exercise and become impressed with its beauty and devotional tendency;
when all joined in the recitation of the last four lines.
Spirit of Life and Love!
To thee our souls we bring,
And lay them on Thy Fount of Truth,
Our purest offering.
Spirit of endless Peace!
Who worketh all things well,
To Thee our soul’s divinest praise
In songs of gladness swell.
God of the wise and good!
Who rules by perfect law,
Thy vast creations show thy power
Without a single flaw.
The storms and tempests sweep
Impurities away,
And after darkness brightly shines
The golden light of day.
The green fruit and the sour
Are but unripened good,
And every crude, imperfect life,
When rightly understood,
Will teach the human soul
Progression’s deathless power
To beautify the living form
With perfect fruit and flower.
Father! we bring to Thee
All that our souls contain
Of love and reverence and joy,
Without one touch of pain;
And, oh, we ask of Thee
Thy blessing evermore,
That we may walk still close to Thee—
Thou whom our souls adore.