Life and labor in the spirit world: Being a description of localities, employments, surroundings, and conditions in the spheres.Longley, Mary T. (Mary Theresa)
Religion
Life and labor in the spirit world: Being a description of localities, employments, surroundings, and conditions in the spheres.
Longley, Mary T. (Mary Theresa)
Spirit writings; Spirits
At last our potations ceased. Abused and outraged nature could bear no
more, and my companion sunk down in a complete state of insensibility.
Then I strove to tear myself from him, but all in vain; I was held to
his prostrate form by a cord as unyielding as bands of steel; I could
not free myself from the conditions I had brought upon me.
And here my retribution began; for, while the liquid we had drank
together had drugged his senses, and benumbed his faculties, it had
affected me in an entirely different way, serving to arouse all my
sensibilities, fire my nervous system with flames of unquenchable
desire, and, in fact, to make me keenly alive to all my surroundings.
The least noise fell upon my hearing like the dismal knell of a lost
soul; the sound of a passing foot startled me like a peal of thunder;
and when the time-piece of the old clockhouse tolled the hour, my whole
being vibrated in unison. I wanted to get away from everybody and
everything I had known,—to be alone by myself where no one could find
me, where life and activity were unknown, and where I could rest my
burning brain.
Alas, I could not! Like one tied to a stake, I was condemned to pass
what seemed to me a century of time by the side of one with whom I had
nothing in common, save the craving of a perverted appetite. I cannot
convey to you an idea of the horror, darkness, and despair that rent my
soul while thus bound to that form of besotted humanity. The hours
dragged, until at last there came a gleam of relief. Boniface entered
the apartment, aroused my sleeping companion, and sent him to the
pump-room to bathe his head. At the first plash of the water a thrill of
exquisite delight passed over me; a second and a third, and the band
that had held me snapped in twain, and I was free. Never did weary
captive rejoice at his deliverance more than did I at that moment. I
made no stay, but hastened from the place, and have never seen it nor
its inmates since.
Still drifting along, my only aim and purpose being to gain some lonely,
retired spot, where I might find rest and refreshment, I soon found
myself rising gradually from the ground, and floating or sailing along,
above the heads of the people.
Before long, the city streets vanished from my sight, and I seemed to be
approaching a strange part of the country; houses and warehouses
disappeared, sunny glades and shady nooks came into view; forest trees,
clothed with garments of living green, beneath which tiny flowerets
nodded their spicy heads, and scented the balmy air with their rich
perfume.
Away to the left I perceived the azure gleam of dimpling, sparkling
waters; in the distance, towered the lofty peaks of purple-crested
mountains; the sun shone brightly in the heavens, while the atmosphere
became melodious with the hum of insects and the chirping of birds. No
sound nor sight of human life could I perceive; all was silent, save the
murmurings of nature, which fell upon my tortured being like an anthem
of peace.
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