This is the way it is given--it's an impression. He has been trying to come to you at home, but there has been some horrible mix-ups; not really horrible, but a muddle. He really got through to you, but other conditions get through there, and mixes him up. [This evidently refers to some private 'Mariemont' sittings, without a medium, with which neither Feda nor Mrs. Leonard had had anything to do. It therefore shows specific knowledge and is of the nature of a mild cross-correspondence; cf. p. 217.] L. L.--How can we improve it? He does not understand it sufficiently himself yet. Other spirits get in, not bad spirits, but ones that like to feel they are helping. The peculiar manifestations are not him, and it only confuses him terribly. Part of it was him, but when the table was careering about, it was not him at all. He started it, but something comes along stronger than himself, and he loses the control. (_Whispered._) "Feda, can't you suggest something?" [This seemed to be a reported part of conversation on the other side.] Be very firm when it starts to move about. Prayer helps when things are not relevant. He is anxious about F. L. L.--I don't know who F. is. Is it some friend? (Medium here fidgets.) Letter F. all right; it's some one he is interested in. He says he is sorry he worried his mother about [an incident mentioned at some previous sitting]. L. L.--Was it a mistake? Yes, tell her, because (etc. etc.). When I thought it over I knew it was a mistake. If it had been now, and I had a little more experience in control, I should not have said so; but it was at the beginning--everything seemed such a rush--and I was not quite sure of what I did get through. He did not look at things in the right pers--perpec---- L. L.--Perspective? Yes, that's what he said. Do you follow me, old chap? L. L.--Perfectly. L. L.--Do you remember a sitting at home when you told me you had a lot to tell me? Yes. What he principally wanted to say was about the place he is in. He could not _spell_ it all out--too laborious. He felt rather upset at first. You do not feel so real as people do where he is, and walls appear transparent to him now. The great thing that made him reconciled to his new surroundings was--that things appear so solid and substantial. The first idea upon waking up was, I suppose, of what they call 'passing over.' It was only for a second or two, as you count time, [that it seemed a] shadowy vague place, everything vapoury and vague. He had that feeling about it. The first person to meet him was Grandfather. (This was said very carefully, as if trying to get it right with difficulty.) And others then, some of whom he had only heard about. They all appeared to be so solid, that he could scarcely believe that he had passed over.