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
Madame, this is Giordano Bruno, of whom I doubt not you have some
knowledge. We are delighted that you are to have the pleasure of a
mutual acquaintance.
Bruno--Madame, I kiss your hand and shall be honored if I may place you
among my closest friends.
Medium--I assure you that I appreciate the kindness which prompts you
to meet me in such a friendly fashion.
De L'Ester--According to prearrangements, our friend and comrade,
Bruno, has come to take an active part in our plans. He and George,
having made a study of certain features of our programme will, from
time to time, lead our movements. I now shall give way to one whom we
all delight to honor.
Bruno--I am charmed, madame, that henceforth I shall have a place in
the Band of which you are the valued instrument. Since my entrance into
our spirit world, I have experienced much pleasure in visiting this and
other Planets, but seldom have I desired to return to our own sorrowful
Star. Memories of the terrible, woeful torture that freed me from my
physical body have disinclined me to look upon the land of my birth.
Ah, how often recollections of that sorrowful time force themselves
upon my consciousness. Never have I been able to forget the hour
when, rather than renounce what I knew to be a truth, I yielded up my
mortal existence. But Giordino Bruno lives. Aye, despite the ignorance
and cruelty of men who, in the name of the gentle, loving Nazarene
condemned him to an ignominious death; he lives and knows as many
of earth's learned ones now know, that worlds do revolve. Aye, that
systems of worlds as infinite in number, as the universe is infinite in
extension, pursue their appointed ways through space, proclaiming as
they fly: God is Infinite, God is Law, God is Truth, God is All.
Despite Papal excommunication and condemnation to eternal torment,
Giordino Bruno lives in a realm so surpassingly fair that even tongue
of archangel cannot declare the glory thereof.
Madame, will you bear from me a message to the peoples of your native
land? Yes? Then I thank you.
Children of earth's most favored land--children of America, I, Giordino
Bruno, once a citizen of sun-kissed Italy, greet you.
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