HOW SPIRITS WORK.
The work of the spirit is true labor; it may not be labor of the hands,
but it is of the heart; it is the impelling of spiritual force outward
from within, directing that force in certain channels, or against
special obstacles, in order to accomplish a purpose. Spirit work is
always for the attainment of some definite end or object, never for the
whiling away of an idle hour, or the performance of some task that is to
delight for a brief, fleeting moment.
Let me give you an illustration of how spirits work; but this instance
is by no means an example of all the methods that spirits take to
accomplish their labors. Oh, no; these methods are varied, even as
individuals vary in their natures and constitutions.
A SPIRIT MOTHER REFORMS HER WAYWARD SON.
In a certain city of this fair land dwells an individual who is at our
present writing universally respected and beloved by all who know him;
but such was not always the case. Twenty years ago this individual was a
young man given to dissipation in its various forms; his mother, then in
the body, wept and besought him in vain to abandon his evil course, and
turn to a better life. Finally, the mother entered spirit life, and for
a time that young man plunged into the wildest of dissipations. In the
meantime, the mother, awakened in the spirit world, found that she could
return to the side of her son, and to a certain extent exert an
influence upon him. She began to follow him wherever he went, steadily
bending her will-power upon his mind. Into places of low and evil resort
went that spirit mother with her erring son; scenes that made her soul
grow sick within her met her pure vision. Yet she faltered not; her work
lay before her, and accomplish it she would, whatsoever obstacles might
interpose.
It would make an interesting volume to describe the experiences and
incidents that befell the spirit. For a time the case seemed hopeless,
but still the spirit despaired not. Occasionally thoughts of his
mother’s teachings, and remembrances of her devotion and love for him,
would flit across the mind of the dissolute youth, and for the moment
his heart would seem to melt; but the force of habit and association had
such a hold upon him that these brief moments of remorse would pass away
and seem to leave no trace. But all such experiences do leave their
impress upon the spirit for good, and in this instance they afforded
means of encouragement and power to the angel mother, whose mission was
to accomplish the reformation of the immortal soul of a well-loved son.
Three, five, eight years passed; the youth, now grown to manhood’s
estate, but in all appearance a perfect wreck of humanity, drifted away
from the home of his boyhood among strangers, homeless and alone. Of
course he fell among evil associates, but still memories of long ago,
and occasionally remorseful thoughts of his own impure life, continued
to haunt him.
Still the spirit mother exerted her influence upon him, and it finally
became manifest in a singular manner. Groping through the city streets
one dark night, he stumbled and fell, striking his head upon the
pavement, which caused him to lose consciousness for a few moments; when
he beheld the face of that mother gazing upon him with sorrowful eyes.
He started up, confused and alarmed; but the ringing pain in his head
refused to leave, and he seated himself upon the curb-stone, holding his
bowed head in his hands.
All at once a scene opened before him: he saw his boyhood’s home, and
his mother standing in the door to meet him as he came from school; he
heard her gentle, earnest words: “My son, whatever you do in life, seek
to keep a pure heart and a clean hand.”
That was all. Then a calmness fell upon his spirit, as though the peace
of heaven had descended there. He felt an angel’s touch upon his aching
head, and tears of anguish fell from his tired eyes. In this condition
he was found and taken to a hospital, where his wounds were dressed, and
he was cared for until he recovered from the blow he had received. In
the meantime the spirit mother, who had followed her son, succeeded in
influencing one of the physicians in charge of the hospital, in her
son’s favor; so much so, that he offered to obtain manual employment for
him if he would work, which offer was accepted.
I cannot go into details; suffice it to say that the hitherto wretched
man seemed to have changed his nature completely; and why? Because the
mother’s influence had gained the ascendency over him. He worked early
and late, at first at rough toil, afterward at more congenial labor.
Time passed; he became respectable and manly in appearance; he shunned
the haunts of evil and followed the good. Finally, he succeeded in
gaining a competence; until now he is beloved and honored by all. And
what do you think his present work is? He is the superintendent and
guide of a mission for the suppression of crime and the development of
good in the street urchins and unfortunate youth of the city.
For ten weary years a spirit mother watched and toiled, but at length
she was rewarded, for her son was saved, not only to bless himself and
her, but also to bless and strengthen many others.
Thus one mother toiled and watched and hoped, for many years, for the
reformation and uplifting of a child. This is one way in which spirits
work, but not the only one which they have of accomplishing their
purpose.
Let me relate an instance of spirit work of another kind, and in a
different direction from that spoken of above, which will reveal to you
how possible it is for your ascended friends to assist you in material
ways even though you know it not:
A SPIRIT MOTHER RELIEVES AN IMPOVERISHED DAUGHTER.
A widow, who resided in a neat little cottage with her only child, a
young girl of sixteen years, maintained herself and daughter by the
preparation of certain kinds of fancy work, in the making of which she
was highly skilled, and which, being in great demand, yielded her an
income sufficient to provide a comfortable living for both.
This woman was a good, careful, tender mother, and her daughter was
reared to respect herself, her fellows, and her God. But she made one
mistake; loving her child as she did, she argued that she could not put
her to hard or tedious labor, and, therefore, she left her to her own
pleasure, in place of teaching her some good and profitable employment.
When the girl was between the years of sixteen and seventeen, the mother
suddenly sickened and died, leaving her child without the means of
support. For a few weeks after this calamity, the orphan existed as best
she could. Being obliged to give up the pretty cottage home, she
disposed of a portion of its furniture, and taking an upper room in a
lodging-house, furnished it with the remainder in a comfortable manner.
As long as the money realized from the sale of her mother’s effects
lasted, our young friend managed very nicely, in spite of the terrible
gloom and loneliness that had settled over her spirit; but in a little
time this was exhausted, and want stared her in the face.
In the meantime, the spirit mother, becoming painfully alive to the
condition of her mourning child, sorrowed that she had not given her the
means of earning a livelihood, and grew restlessly anxious to care for
and assist that lonely one. She could not remain in the spirit world
with her dear companions, but constantly returned to her child, who
lived alone and friendless on the earth, seeking ever to influence and
guide her aright.
Finally, as pressing want necessitated the immediate trial of some work,
the young girl—in a state bordering upon desperation—decided to attempt
to perform a piece of the work which her mother had been wont to do so
skillfully and well, whose busy fingers she had watched so many times.
Materials being at hand, she collected them together and began her
unaccustomed task.
Never before had she attempted anything of the kind, and at first she
was excited and nervous; but as the fingers flew over the delicate,
fairy-like work, she grew more composed and hopeful, until, when her
task was finished, she held it up to the light in an ecstasy of
admiration, exclaiming in triumph: “Why, it looks almost as good as
mother’s used to.”
Again and again did she attempt a piece, and each time her success grew
more sure and certain, until, when the curtains of evening fell, quite a
little pile of delicately finished work lay before her shining though
weary eyes.
On the following morning, our friend, after consuming a hasty meal of
crackers and water, carried the work she had finished to one of the
former patrons of her mother, who examined, bought, and paid for it,
furnishing materials for more of the same kind.
The girl hastened home to resume her work, and again transpired that
strange scene of an inexperienced, unskilled child performing work which
required dexterity and practice, without making a single mistake; and so
on, from day to day, week to week, until she was no longer
inexperienced, but had become skilled in her task, and was enabled to
take advantage of it, and thus gain more time for recreation for
herself.
What was the solution of this—to the girl—seeming mystery? Why, merely
that the spirit mother, drawn to her child day by day through the
intensity of her love and anxiety, impressed that child to attempt the
work, and guided her in the performance of it, not by unconsciously
entrancing her and doing the labor—in which case she would not be
teaching the daughter—but by impressing her how to proceed, guiding her
fingers, and directing the work, until at length the daughter needed no
teacher, for she had become an adept in the art of labor.
And yet another good than the power of earning her own living was
received by the maiden; in close communion with her spirit mother,
though she knew it not, she began to lose the sensation of loneliness
and gloom, and gradually grew peaceful and calmly happy. Thus was a
double good wrought by that spirit mother, whose anxiety for her child’s
happiness first led her to make the mistake of rearing her in ignorance
of manual labor, and afterward caused her to project her influence from
the spirit sphere upon that child, thus becoming a teacher, in order to
rectify the mistakes of the past.
To those interested in this narrative I will say the young girl soon
made friends and companions, and she is now living a loving, happy,
useful wife and mother.
Every spirit who cares more for others than for self—and all spirits
will do so in time—has a work of some kind to perform, a work of
uplifting, benefiting, and blessing one or more individuals—spirits or
mortals; and he or she will pause not in despair in this labor of love
until it is accomplished, and then at its completion the spirit will not
lay down its power of work and say: “I have accomplished my labor; I
will now rest;” but, instead, passes on with a smile to new departments
and new scenes of labor.
PARENTS SUDDENLY BEREAVED.
A young and beautiful girl, the pet and pride of fond, indulgent
parents, the joy of the household and its only flower, just passing into
the budding stage of womanhood, met with an accident. She was out riding
with a friend, when the coachman, who was partially intoxicated, lost
control of the spirited animal he was driving, and it dashed along the
road at headlong speed until brought to a sudden check by rushing
against a great rock by the roadside. The carriage was overturned; one
of its occupants escaped with but few injuries, as she fell upon her
companion; but the other, the young girl of whom I write, was taken up
senseless and conveyed to her home, where a medical examination revealed
that a fatal injury had been inflicted upon the spine.
For nearly three weeks the young lady lingered, enduring the most
excruciating agony of body, unable to move, while nothing but the
administration of anæsthetics would give her a moment’s ease from pain.
At length her exhausted spirit took its flight from the poor broken
body, and she was at rest.
The parents of this child, whom I shall call Estelle, were in affluent
circumstances, cultivated and refined people; the father, however, did
not believe in a future life, and his grief at the suffering and death
of his only child was almost uncontrollable; the mother, a beautiful
little brown-eyed woman, was a member of a Christian church, and while
she sorrowed in anguish over the bereavement she had sustained, yet felt
as one who has something to look forward to; for she hoped to meet her
treasure again in another world.
Estelle, who had passed from earthly life and suffering, had been
lovingly welcomed, and tenderly cared for by gentle ministering spirits,
who bore her to a bright home, where immortal flowers bloomed, and where
everything spoke only of beauty and of joy. The sweet spirit was
delighted with all she beheld, and for a brief time seemed to bask in
the glory of her new surroundings.
THE FATHER’S GRIEF AFFECTS THE SPIRIT.
But soon those around her observed that she ceased to take an interest
in them and their work; her thoughts constantly turned backward to earth
and the home of her parents. Shades of sadness lurked in her lovely eyes
and clouded her pure face. Soon the cause became apparent; her father
was drifting away from her spirit, and she could not hold him by her
love. Her mother’s spirit she could meet and soothe and cheer, and so
leave a quiet blessing of holy peace with her, that upheld while it
strengthened; but the father’s spirit was so beclouded and tossed that
the spirit child could not find comfort by his side. And no wonder; for
as the weeks flew by, the father became still more restless and unhappy.
Said he to a clergyman who came to condole with him: “Sir, it is of no
use; I cannot believe in your religion. I can find no hope for a future
life in its teachings, no assurance that there is a divine Creator. Why,
sir, did I believe in the existence of a God who permitted that terrible
suffering and horrible death to visit my beautiful, innocent child, who
never wronged a human being, or did an unkind thing in her life, I would
curse him as a fiend, unfit for human companionship, much less for
worship.”
Such talk as this, engendered by morbid, bitter feelings, distressed his
gentle wife and tortured the spirit daughter; but what could be done?
The man seemed to be fast drifting toward hopeless insanity, and there
was no one to give him succor and relief. His friends offered him as
consolation words of religious sympathy and exhortation; but these only
served to madden him the more; while his poor wife could only clasp her
hands and kneel in prayer to Him who knoweth the needs of each one, and
responds to them as he thinketh best.
THE SPIRIT SEEKS TO MAKE HER PRESENCE KNOWN.
The beautiful spirit Estelle had learned that it was possible for
spirits to return to mortals, manifesting their intelligence and
demonstrating their identity to their earthly friends; and feeling that
nothing but a complete and perfect recognition of her presence would
convince her father of her continued existence, and so restore the
equipoise of his wavering senses, she set herself to work to prove to
him the immortality of the soul.
But how was she to begin operations? Her parents never mingled with
Spiritualists, would not listen to a word in their favor; they were not
mediumistic themselves, and their home did not afford suitable
conditions for spiritual manifestations of any kind. What was to be
done? Our friend Estelle visited medium after medium, seeking to
influence them to address her parents; she attended circle after circle,
in order to gain experience in spiritual control; she devoted her time
to this work, and the months rolled on, bringing no satisfaction with
them, only increased sorrow and gloom to the earthly home, and sadness
to the waiting, watching spirit, who could only exert just influence
enough over her paternal parent to prevent him from becoming insane
outright.
At length, through the agency of a kindly spirit, Estelle came in
contact with a poor and humble working-woman of about twenty-two years
of age, and after a few experiments found herself able to sway the
thoughts and control the actions of this person as she desired.
One morning, this woman awoke with a strange feeling of depression; the
thought of going to work in the great mill where she was accustomed to
labor seemed more than ever distasteful, while the idea of taking a
holiday for herself appeared very alluring to her.
After an early breakfast, dressed in her Sabbath clothes, she emerged
from her boarding-house, but, in place of turning toward the mill,
walked in the opposite direction toward the heart of the town, and
wandered hither and thither, scarce knowing for what.
THE RECOGNITION AND ITS RESULTS.
It was nearly noon of the same day, when Estelle’s mother hastily
entered her husband’s library and requested him to come out into the
garden, for a strange person had been found within the gate who was
acting in a very unaccountable manner.
The husband passed out into the garden followed by his wife, and found
our mill-hand seated by the side of a rose-vine, which had been a
favorite of his daughter.
Her eyes were closed, and her hands lay folded in her lap, but at the
approach of the pair she stretched them out and said: “Oh, father,
father, don’t you know me? I am your little Estelle, whom you thought
had left you; I have not died; I am here with you, to bring to you and
darling mother my love. Don’t you know how you used to call me ‘pet,’
and ‘chickie,’ and your ‘blue-eyed belle?’ Oh, father, I am so glad to
come to you, and tell you what a happy home is awaiting you and mother
with me.”
The man and woman were astounded; they knew not what to say; they had
heard of Spiritualism, but had never attempted an investigation of it,
and, therefore, did not understand what to do with this strange being.
However, she continued to speak, relating story after story of the early
life of their child, until at length the mists seemed to clear away from
the father’s brain, and he accepted the joyful truth that his child was
before him, not in her own material form, but in control of the organism
of one who was a perfect stranger to all parties.
I cannot continue these interesting details; suffice it to say that,
when spirit Estelle loosened her control of the medium-stranger, her
parents were both bathed in happy, joyful tears. The father of the
spirit questioned the strange woman, who was in a perfect tumult of
amazement, incredulity, and wonder at her surroundings and the strange
story related to her.
Her humble history was soon told, and investigation proved its truth. In
a short time, this lowly working-woman was invited to make her home with
Estelle’s parents, she to receive a liberal compensation as companion
and medium for them. The generous offer was accepted, and today she is
an honored inmate of that happy home, where, when evening’s shadows
fall, Estelle makes her daily visit, to impart instruction and
information concerning the heavenly life to her listening parents, and
to shower their hearts with loving benedictions, which purify and bless
their souls.
No longer is the mother sad and despairing; no longer is the father
bitter and misanthropical; peace and joy have become inmates of their
household. No longer is the humble medium friendless and alone; a
beautiful home and friendly, loving attention are hers. No longer does
Estelle sorrow and repine; but she returns from the spiritual world day
by day to accomplish her work of guiding her dear ones home to the
better land.