Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to EntoWeiss, Sara
Religion
Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to Ento
Weiss, Sara
Mars (Planet) -- Miscellanea; Spirit writings
With profound attention I listened to this strange speech which so
moved me that I cried: "Oh, Iklos Mûyt[a:], tell me, I implore you,
will my dear ones, will I, continue to exist after passing into the
silence?" Releasing my hands, he, with a dignity, a majesty and a
tenderness of manner inexpressible, said: "There is but One Infinite,
Eternal, Intelligent Life Principle, and all things are partakers
of _it and cannot cease to exist_. Your body and the bodies of all
creatures must return to the elements from whence they originated;
but the self, the indestructible principle, will continue to exist in
the world of the immortals, and to the children of Ento this glorious
truth shortly will be revealed. Throughout our realms of the living
ones there is one thought, one resolve, one expectation, that but
little longer shall darkness and despair, like evil birds, brood over
your lives, turning your smiles into weeping, your joys into hopeless
sorrow. In this grand work I, alas, have no part. Not yet have I grown
strong enough to enter the repellent atmosphere surrounding Ento's
peoples; but in higher realms there are those who are as gods, and
they long have been striving, through such means as they command, to
penetrate this atmosphere; and to all who dwell in highest or lowest
realms the glad tidings have been heralded that soon the children of
Ento will emerge from the shadows of their cheerless beliefs into
the light of a joyous truth. I am not fully informed as to how this
glorious event is to be brought about. I only know that the means will
be equal to the desired end and I and all await with eager anticipation
the consummation of our dearest wishes. Dano, you now will return to
Ento, but remember that surely you will again come to this realm of
living ones, and I, Iklos Mûyt[a:] will be but one of many friends and
loving ones who will give you greeting."
Suddenly I awakened and found myself still seated by the table, pencil
in hand, and strangest of all this strange experience, as I slept and
dreamed, I had written all, and more than I have related. In what
manner can you account for this unusual dream, if dream it was?
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