O, the wonder, the unspeakable joy of thus being united with the Beloved--those whom I knew had never died, but had thrown off their garments of dust for the more beautiful raiment of the spirit! In a narrative written for others to read one cannot dwell minutely on the sacred meetings with those who were ever nearest and dearest; those of the household, related by ties of consanguinity and those who were kindred in spirit, united to one in thought and aspiration. All that such reunion means, more than can be dreamed or imagined where one is in the human state, was now my possession. “Turn away, turn away from all thought of the Earth-form;” said the one appointed to lead and guide me in this newer, grander flight. One by one--or in groups--the dear ones of the Earth-home joined us, welcoming me ever, yet ever evading the oft recurring question, “Am I really here to stay?” My attention was continually attracted to some group or company that had not been seen by me--always a surprise to find them “_all there_.” They would smile and seem to answer, “Yes, all here, in our own particular states, and doing our own appointed work.” THE VASTNESS OF THE SPIRIT REALM There was a perception of great _Light_, a consciousness of Illumination, an awakening to the _vastness_, the _unlimitation_ of this Realm of Spirit. O how often, when in “dreams” or “visions” I had been permitted and aided by my Guides to visit the Spirit States, this inner and higher Realm, I had longed to remain! But ever willing to answer the call of duty, of added work to be performed by me, I would return to fill my place at the appointed time. NOW; NOW?-- All else was swallowed up--eclipsed by the wonderful experiences that came--the Beloved Presences--the vistas of luminous Spirits! This was a state of _Super_-Consciousness; the awakening of faculties and perceptions before unknown, of _being aware_, almost without limitation: of KNOWING. Whatever _is_ the nature and state of the _real Ego_ this seemed as near to the _Absolute_ as one could well conceive! There was so _much_ of me! There was so _little_ of me! There were so many and such surpassing Spirits! How one shrinks in the presence of the mighty ones! How one expands in the Knowledge of the Infinite: His Image! Often in approaching a transcendent Light there would appear an atmosphere of ensphering tints--there would also seem to be a sphere of sound, of surpassing music. On being admitted to that sphere it would prove to be a group of spirits who thus in accord _are Light_ and _Harmony_. Where one can enter such an “atmosphere” communing with such a group it is because one has _need_ of and is in harmony with the spirits of that group. SENSES MERGED IN PERCEPTION Objective scenes seemed ever to be _adaptations_ to my state, and would often vanish as I became aware of the minds or spirits suggested by the scenes.