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

242S.: I don’t feel at all as if I could be dead; I am just as live as ever. Don’t tell methat—I can’t bear it!Mr. B.: You expected to live after death, didn’t you?S.: I didn’t know. I couldn’t think how it would be.Mr. B.: Of course you couldn’t! You only left your old body when you passed over, and nowyou have a spiritual body; you are just the same.S.: Oh, I feel wretched !—I feel miserable! What will I do?Mr. B.: Where did you live?S.: I lived right here.Mr. B.: What is the name of the city?S.: Why, I lived right here in New York.Mr. B.: You are in Buffalo, N.Y., now. Do you know where Buffalo is?S.: Yes, sir, I have been there.Mr. B.: You are there now.S.: No, sir—no, sir.Mrs. B.: You are in Porter Avenue, up in the third story of this gentleman’s house.S.: I don’t understand it at all.Mrs. B.: This gentleman’s daughter will tell you all about it; you will see her; she is abeautiful spirit like yourself.S.: Oh, no—no—no— Mr. B.: You will drop these bad feelings very quickly,and be pleased to know that you have made the change. You have entered a new life, and you havebeen brought here to be instructed in it.S.: A new life?Mr. B.: Yes, new surroundings; you are in spirit life now.S.: I see nothing new. I only feel that I have been very sick, and I feel very tired. I feel veryill, and my friends have neglected me.Mr. B.: No, they haven’t. They have buried your old body.S.: Oh dear! That is a dreadful thing! I am so afraid!Mrs. B.: Oh, no; you have loving friends that will take care of you. There’s nothing to beafraid of.S.: If someone would only pray for me.Mrs. B.: We will pray for you.S.: Oh, do. Do you think I am going to get well? Ask the Lord to restore me to health, pleasedo.Mrs. B.: Yes, you will be restored very soon.S.: Oh, you are a kind lady.Mrs. B.: I want to be. I want to do all I can to help you.Mr. B.: I speak to you as I do because I think it will be for your good.S.: I know there has something happened to me, but it doesn’t seem like death.Mr. B.: Of course, you have no definite idea of death; you have no means of knowing; but aslong as anything is inevitable, it is better to accept the situation and do the best you can.S.: Who are these people I see?Mr. B.: We can’t see them, because we are sitting in a room that is perfectly dark. It isn’tdark to you, is it?S.: No; it isn’t very light, but it isn’t dark.Mrs. B.: Dear friend, did you ever hear of spiritualists?S.: Yes, ma’am.Mrs. B.: That’s what we are, and we are sitting here to try and help you.S.: That accounts for your talking so strangely. Mrs. B.: We are sitting here to make theconditions so that you can talk to us. By-and-by you won’t be able to speak to us.S.: That’s a very strange thing, isn’t it?(She is dematerialised.)S.: Oh, yes, something has happened to me.Mr. B.: For a few moments you couldn’t speak to us, could you?