Letters from a living dead manHatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
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Letters from a living dead man
Hatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
Spirit writings; Spiritualism
No, I cannot yet see my way very well around Paris; everything is
different. It is probably by reason of your own vitality that I am able
to see you at this moment.
LETTER II
TELL NO MAN
I AM opposite to you now in actual space; that is, I am directly in
front of you, resting on something which is probably a couch or divan.
It is easier to come to you after dark.
I remembered on going out that you might be able to let me speak
through your hand.
I am already stronger. It is nothing to fear--this change of condition.
I cannot tell you yet how long I was silent. It did not seem long.
It was I who signed “X.” The Teacher helped me to make the connexion.
You had better tell no one for a while, except ----, that I have come,
as I do not want any obstructions to my coming when and where I will.
Lend me your hand sometimes; I will not misuse it.
I am going to stay out here until I am ready to come back with power.
Watch for me, but not yet.
Things seem easier to me now than they have seemed for a long time. I
carry less weight. I could have held on longer in the body, but it did
not seem worth the effort.
I have seen the Teacher. He is near. His attitude to me is very
comforting.
But I would like to go now. Good night.
LETTER III
GUARDING THE DOOR
YOU need to take certain precautions to protect yourself against those
who press round me.
You have only to lay a spell upon yourself night and morning. Nothing
can get through that wall--nothing which you forbid your soul to
entertain.
Do not let any of your energy be sucked out of you by these larvæ of
the astral world. No, they cannot annoy me, for I am now used to the
idea of them. You have absolutely nothing to fear, if you protect
yourself.
LETTER IV
A CLOUD ON THE MIRROR
(_After a sentence had been half written, the writing suddenly
stopped, and was continued later._)
WHEN you respond to my call, wipe clean your mind as a child wipes
its slate when ready for a new maxim or example by its teacher. Your
lightest personal thought or fancy may be as a cloud upon a mirror,
blurring the reflection.
You can receive letters by this means, provided your mind does not
begin to work independently, to question in the midst of the writing.
I was not stopped this time, as before, by beings gathering round;
but by your own curiosity as to the end of an unusual sentence. You
suddenly became positive instead of negative, as if the receiving
instrument in a telegraph office should begin to send a message of its
own.
I have learned here the reason for many psychic things which formerly
puzzled me, and I am determined if possible to protect you from the
danger of cross-currents in this work.
There was one night when I called and you would not let me in. Was that
kind?
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