Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to EntoWeiss, Sara
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Journeys to the Planet Mars; or, Our Mission to Ento
Weiss, Sara
Mars (Planet) -- Miscellanea; Spirit writings
You are not resting easily. Ah, that is better. Now you are tranquil,
and now--you are free, and we are off for Ento. Yes, glorious indeed
is this sense of freedom from physical conditions, which only to a
limited degree can you either perceive or realize. It may surprise
and disappoint you to be told that in your present state you cannot
perceive Spirit Worlds. That you may perceive us, we and these Ento
Spirit friends are obliged to, in a sense, etherealize. No, not as
Cabinet Spirits etherealize, but in a more sublimated sense. At the
culmination of our Mission conditions may be such as to enable you to
behold Spirits as they really are. No, I do not promise it, but it may
occur.
No, mortal ears are not attuned to sense ethereal vibrations. Hearken
to the grandly sublime, sonorous under-tone coming from Eternity's
shoreless sea and rolling in rhythmic measure onward, onward
forevermore. Beethoven, Handel, Mozart and others of Earth's illumined
ones, in moments of inspiration caught faint notes of music celestial,
and with ardent longing strove to give them expression. Believe me that
a so termed musical genius is a musical medium, whose subconscious
mind, like an aeolian harp, vibrates in unison with the unwritten music
of the Soul of the Universe.
We are nearing the intersection of the Waterways, and our friends
perceive our approach. Lohaû, ēmenos. We greet you all and apologize if
we have kept you waiting.
Gentol[a:], you will please give me your attention. At no great
distance the branch running in a southwestward direction forms a
junction with another Waterway which is not yet completed, and which
later on we may observe. For the present we will continue our course
toward the northwest. The large town at this intersection is an
important shipping point, and yonder is quite an imposing temple, two
smaller ones and some pretty suburban Istoir[a:]s. There are some
imposing public buildings, many handsome private residences, a pretty
park, and the streets are wide and beautifully kept, and along the
margins of the street canals are borders of blooming plants. Really,
it is an attractive town, but at present we cannot give it further
attention. It is named Fûn[a:]voh Ritz[a:], which in your language
would mean Town of the Intersection. Passing in either direction are
vessels of various sizes, some of them equaling in dimension and
tonnage the huge steamships traversing the seas and oceans of our
planet, and it is not too much to say that in point of scientific
construction and beauty of finish and furnishing Earth does not
possess their equal. They are so scientifically constructed as to be
practically indestructible, and electricity is the propelling energy;
also it lights them, and when desired heats them. For a brief period
we will take passage on the vessel about to leave port. Gentol[a:],
come to the bow and observe how swiftly and almost noiselessly it
cleaves the water. At this rate of speed it will soon cross the second
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