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
While you have thought me unconscious I have been as fully conscious as
yourselves, but unable to move, or to unclose my eyes, or to utter a
sound. Yet in some strange manner I have seemed to see for the fourth
time a fair skinned, dark haired, strange woman enveloped in shining
garments, who says that she is from a world known in her language,
as Earth, which is so far away in space, that to us it appears as
a shining point in the night sky. She says that her Ento name,
Gentol[a:], has been given her by some who understand our language,
which she does not. That she speaks from dictation of those who do
understand it, and she has told me of something so sorrowful that for
the present I shall not speak of it. She declares that through me a new
religious revelation is about to be given to the children of Ento. But
as Andûman[a:] only speaks through the great God Tymonas to the most
high Priest, this declaration cannot be true. She also has said what
is altogether improbable, that from our Supreme Ruler comes a swift
Messenger bearing a letter from my father, who desires that I shall at
once return to Dao, and that I shall make immediate preparation for
the journey. Do not I pray you, gaze upon me with so much concern.
I realize that this peculiar experience is the result of too much
abstinence from youthful pleasures for which I care but little, and of
over close application to study, for which I perhaps care too much.
Doctor Vyond[a:], I promise you that this unpleasant experience will
cause me to mend my ways, not so much for my own, as for the sake
of those who love me. Very true, doctor, very true, but since life
is so full of sorrow, since the certainty of the approach of death
so overshadows even youth's brightest days that ever our smiles are
drowned in tears, life to me ever grows more valueless. Oh, that
Andûman[a:], whose power is infinite, may make these dreams of mine
prophecies of a reality so glorious that scarcely dare I think, much
less speak of it.
Gentle friends, I pray you pardon me for having caused you some moments
of anxiety. Make yourselves my debtors, and I shall be as patient with
you as your affectionate kindness prompts you to be patient with my
vagaries.
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