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
Age and infirmity came to me as it comes to many, and the hour of
my departure from earth life drew near. For a time I had lain
apparently unconscious, though really I was fully alive to all that was
transpiring about me, and gradually, yet with a certain suddenness,
I experienced a most peculiar sensation. I felt as though I were
ascending what seemed to be a rift between walls of adamant. Darkness
so profound I never before had experienced and, in some perplexity,
I reached out my hands and groped blindly, hoping to touch something
that might indicate my whereabouts; but in vain. The sensation of
being between two walls continued and I felt myself ascending, ever
ascending. I do not recall that I experienced a sense of alarm, but in
an indolent fashion I queried as to what the peculiar sensation might
mean. Certainly, I did not associate it with the change called death.
Suddenly, as we now come into the sunlight, I emerged into a soft
radiance, indescribably, gloriously beautiful, and in great surprise I
looked about me, seeing nothing but the soft radiance which wrapped me
about as with a garment. Great as was my surprise, I at once began to
wonder where I was and as to what had occurred to me. Was I dreaming?
Was I delirious? No, I was fully awake and in possession of all my
senses. Yet something unusual had occurred. Surely I had not died. No,
that could not be, for here, I said, is my body, and I am as alive as a
man can be. Perceiving that I could move about through the bewildering,
unaccountable radiance, I began to investigate my surroundings which,
imperceptibly, had assumed an air of strangeness. Imagine, if you can,
my amazement when, after a little, I found myself standing near my old,
worn body over which friends were tenderly bending, closing its wide
open, dim eyes, smoothing its scant locks, and otherwise preparing it
for its last resting place.
As spellbound I gazed upon the pitiful scene, I felt, rather than saw,
some one near me. Turning, I, in great surprise beheld a company of
radiant beings, who called to me in joyous tones: Alexander! Alexander!
We have come to meet and greet you; come with us, come away from this
Sorrowful Star[1] to our glorious spirit realms.
In a moment I recognized dear, long-lost friends of my youth. In
a moment I was in the embraces of my parents, no longer aged, but
glowing with life, with love, with the beauty of immortals. There were
my nearest and dearest ones, each vieing with the others in joyous
congratulations upon my having been freed from Earth life. All, all
with loving embraces and tenderest speech, drew me away from my mortal
home to the realms of immortals, the realms which know neither death or
hopeless partings.
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