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
As though he were dreaming, he murmured: "I--ah--I thought
I--was dying, I thought--Inidor[a:], my brother Inidor[a:]--leaned
over me, and my--But I dream--I only--dream. I shall see him no
more--no more." I stooped and kissed his lips, and he smiled, again
murmuring, "I dream--I dream." Again I kissed him, crying to him our
old time greeting, "Lohaû, lohaû, Genessano." In extreme amazement
and perturbation, and with widely-opened, affrighted eyes, he gazed
into the faces of our parents, and then into mine, and as he gazed his
wonder grew, but not his comprehension of the marvellous change which
had come to him. Tremblingly, incoherently, he cried, "Father, mother,
Inidor[a:]--oh, pitiful Gods, deceive me not. Do I yet live? Have not I
died? Phra, Phra, come quickly and end this dream, which bewilders me
with its alluring unreality, which"---- Again, in joyous tones I cried,
"Lohaû, Genassano, lohaû," and into his dear eyes grew an expression
of recognition and of joy so unspeakable that, as he reached toward us
his trembling hands, no words fell from his lips, but on his radiant
face was the smile of one arisen from the depths of despair to the very
heights of supremest bliss. Then came to him the full realization that
we his dearest ones were embracing him, that our tears and laughter,
our endearing words, were a joyous, a blessed reality. Ah, Gentol[a:],
you who have ever known that life is continuous, can little comprehend
the depth of the unutterable despair of a people ardent in their
loving, constant in their affection, but without even a thought that
life may not end with death of the body. But the hour is coming,
quickly coming, when, through a knowledge of the glorious truth of a
conscious continuity of existence, the shadows ever brooding over the
lives of our people shall forever flee away.
If I have spoken at too great length I pray you pardon me. Could you
speak the planetary language, which, in your present but partly freed
state, you do not remember, we would not be obliged to tax the patience
of our comrades. As it is I find myself at a disadvantage and must beg
De L'Ester's forbearance.
De L'Ester--Make no apologies, I am at your and Gentol[a:]'s service.
As we shall await the return of the family, I suggest that you shall
relate to us whatever you may know concerning this gigantic race.
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