Glimpses Of The Next State.Pdf - Spiritualists' National Union

120up my acquaintances to bring them to a seance. The two men did not know one another in earthlife; moreover, the psychic was entirely ignorant of my relatives, and the last thing she would guessat would be that my second Christian name—which she had seen in January—would be thesurname of a near relative.) I then went onQ. “You did not think much of this subject when in earth life ?”A.: “No! and I could not understand how you could take it up.”Q.: “What are you doing?”` A.: “I am helping poor ignorant people to understand conditions when they come to thisside.”As he went away I said,” Good-bye, Scott Willcox.” He returned, “My name is Willcox.” “Isaid so.” “Oh! I thought you said ‘Scott McDonell.’” “No.” “Oh, I made a mistake. Good-bye.”Dr. Sharp, who generally winds up a séance, so to speak, now gave a little address in a loud voice,not always, I think, through the trumpet. Among other statements was this: “My dear brotherMoore, we have everything here — the most beautiful flowers and music; and I would speciallymention—we have the animal kingdom.” In answer to my questions, he declared that marriage wasa “spiritual act,” and that the spirit was generated at its consummation. It had no previousexistence. The stars (planets?) influence the destiny of the spirit.February 4, 1909. 9.5 to 10.80 a.m. Atmospheric conditions very good.(87) First there were some etherealisations, the stuff which formed them apparently issuingfrom me, above my head. Several times the psychic said, “I see so and so over your head “; thispreceded the appearance of an etherealisation in front of me. My father and mother came singlyand together, but not distinctly. A sergeant in the army tried to manifest three times. He said I wasa friend of his Colonel, but was unable to give the name; the Colonel had passed over, but he (thespeaker) passed out first.A minister in black coat and tie etherealised and gave his name as Stead. I presume it wasMr. W. T. Stead’s father, who made himself known at” Rochester.Then phantoms came and went for about half-an-hour, perhaps a little more; then speakingthrough the trumpet began. I requested Mrs. W. to speak sometimes while the spirits were talking(in order to prove that the voice in the trumpet was not hers). This she did, not only on this occasionbut others, and I was satisfied. The name of “Catherine” was given by the medium as a person whowas present, but she did not manifest; this is the name of a sister of mine who died in earlychildhood. “Josephine” again made herself known; then a man called A. B., who told me he hadarrived first in the third sphere, but his friends helped him to reach the sixth. He did not appear tobe in any “realm.” About the question as to whether people in different spheres could live togetherhe was rather confused. I referred what he said afterwards to Iola, who laughed in the trumpet andsaid, “What does he know of the higher vibrations ?”Then came Iola and my brother-in-law together. The former spoke through the trumpet atthe same time as the latter was saying into my right ear, “William, how are you, old chap ?” Myanswer was:“I cannot talk to two people at once.” “All right,” he said, “I only wanted to show this as atest”; and for a time I was able to devote my attention wholly to the trumpet. Iola again told meaccurately of what I had been occupied about on the previous evening. Among other details she saidshe had seen me writing my notes, and was pleased to see how well I had understood what she hadsaid “here” (meaning at Mrs. Wriedt’s). She and Mrs. Wriedt had a conversation, and four timesshe called the psychic by name in very distinct enunciation.My brother-in-law also conversed with the psychic about the colours of dresses in therealms. “What colour does Miss Iola wear in her position ?” “Pale lavender,” was his reply. “Whatis your colour, Mr. Henry?” Answer: “Light red.”(The last picture painted in the presence of the Bangs at my first visit to Chicago was one ofIola dressed in a frock of pale lavender. I had this picture at my hotel in Detroit, but, of course, thepsychic had never seen it, and nobody except the Bangs and myself had any interest in it at all. Iconsidered this reply by the spirit remarkable and convincing.)I questioned Iola about the pictures precipitated in the presence of the Bangs Sisters.Q.: “Were you present while your portrait was precipitated ?”