Gentola--Dano, I am Gentol[a:]. This name has been given me by some persons who understand your language. I have told you that I come from a world named Earth, which is so far away in space that to Entoans it appears as a brightly shining point in the night sky. Try to understand that the vital, animating principle controlling all the activities of your physical body, is the immortal Self, the real Dano. Aside from certain of your Priests, but few Entoans are so highly sensitive as are you, who soon readily will perceive wholly freed Spirits. Because that I still am connected with my physical body you see, hear, and feel the touch of my real Self, the Spirit woman. For the reason that your Spirit consciousness, which is self perception, is highly evolved, you are thus favored. This is no dream, no hallucination of an overtaxed mind. I am as real as are you. So are the wholly freed spirits who bear me from Earth to Ento. So was your sister Ont[a:], who has appeared to you, but who, until you are further prepared, will not again attempt to do so. In time you will be made to comprehend the laws involved in spirit return, but at present I cannot explain them. The Spirits with whom I am associated, and hosts of Spirits, of Spirit Spheres, of other Spirit Worlds, have combined their forces in a supreme endeavor to release the peoples of Ento from the hopeless religious beliefs, which long have held them in a state of such pitiful despair that as I gaze on their almost smileless faces, my heart throbs with sympathy for their perpetual sorrow. Dano, fear not, but rejoice that you have been chosen as a message bearer to them. Rejoice that through your instrumentality light from your spirit world soon will dissipate the shadows enshrouding the lives of your peoples. The hour draws very near when Omanos Fûnh[a:]'s fair daughter, your affianced bride, must pass into your Spirit World. Only now does Vallo[a:]'s father realize that her days may be drawing to a close, and through fear and grief he is well nigh crazed. Daily in the Temple Zim he sacrifices to Andûman[a:], imploring with agonizing moans and tears that his precious Vallo[a:] shall not be taken from him into the dread silence of death, but still she fades, as fade the lovely, fragrant rodels on Bascama's limpid water. Vainly your father, Basto Andûlēs[a:], endeavors to allay Omanos Fûnh[a:]'s fears, to assuage his grief, for at last he and your mother perceive Vallo[a:]'s perilous state, and they propose to immediately call you home, hoping, as does Omanos Fûnh[a:], that your presence may arouse and aid the drooping girl to prolong, if not to recover her waning life.