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

92A.: “I live with my mother. I don’t want my father ; I don’t know if he is over this side.He was bad to mother. When she was doing the washing he come home and take it away from her; and he go and get drunk.”Mrs. Jonson : “Now, Kitty, you must try and forget all that and reach out and help yourfather.”A.: “Well I know nothing about my father, and don’t want to see him.”Kitty then went on talking like Viola, without the assistance of the trumpet, in the mostnatural way for some minutes ; when she used a slang expression Mrs. Jonson pulled her up.Once she quite aptly used the word “exclusive,” for which she was duly praised. She said : “UncleMoore, my age when I came here was thirteen fifty (thirteen and a half) : I am now over twenty ;and do you know when I come here I feel just as I was, thirteen fifty ? Can you explain that.Admiral Moore : “No, I cannot, Kitty ; but why don’t you pull your stockings up ?”A.: “Because I ain’t got no garters.”Q.: “Don’t you wear shoes ?”A.: “No, I don’t want to wear shoes ; but I must go now, as others want to come.”My mother spoke a little, and then came McBlin, the engineer, who announced himself bythe snorts of the locomotive, admirably done through the trumpet. As soon as the engine had, soto speak, arrived, he said he was glad to see me, that he was an engineer who was drowned in LakeSuperior some years ago.Q.: “What are you doing now ?”A.: “Oh ! We have shops over there ; I am doing much the same sort of work.”Q.: “But what shall I do when my time comes to pass over ? I am a sailor. You have gotno sea.”A.: “Have you ever been over here ?” I answered “No.”McBlin : “Well how do you know ? I tell you, there is a replica (sic) of everything onearth.” After a few more words, the engine started again, “Puff, puff……puff, puff, puff !” Thesnorts became fainter and fainter, conveying an excellent idea of increasing distance, and he wasgone.Before she finally left, Viola said : “Uncle Moore, when you come back on Monday you see Istartle Ande Z.” I said : “You must not do anything to frighten her.”A.: “No I won’t hurt her ; but I make her jump.” (I hope Mrs. Z. will forgive me for nottelling her of this amiable project, but the temptation was too great to see what was going tohappen.)The musical-box was suspended in the air, and moved round over our heads playing a tune.The Farewell SéanceMonday, February 1, 1909. 2.40 to 4.20 p.m. Atmospheric conditions good. It wasfreezing ; dry, frozen underfoot. Sky very black to the west-ward, where it was probably snowing,but no snow at Toledo.(63) The light was regulated as before by drawing up and down the shutter of the lamp in acorner of the room by strings which led into the cabinet. Jonson sat outside till after fourmaterialised forms had appeared, when Grayfeather took him inside. It was given out in thecourse of the afternoon that this was my “Good-bye,” and that the band were making exertions forme. The circle was composed of the same kind friends as attended my first materialisation séancewith the Jonsons.Nineteen separate spirits manifested. Some of them reappeared twice or three times, onefour times. I estimated that over forty forms actually appeared during the séance. Including therepetitions, ten were for me. Iola came first. I saw her profile plainly ; the right eye was closed.She talked a little in whispers, saying she was “going with me.” It was a good representation, theface a good likeness, and the height and dimensions of the figure were correct. She stopped at the