Raymond; or, Life and Death: With examples of the evidence for survival of memory and affection after death.Lodge, Oliver, Sir
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Raymond; or, Life and Death: With examples of the evidence for survival of memory and affection after death.
Lodge, Oliver, Sir
Future life; Lodge, Raymond, 1889-1915 (Spirit); Spiritualism; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
The pinky people looked clever and developed in their
attitude and mentality generally; but they hadn't been
able to cultivate the love-interest much, their other
interests had overpowered that one. And the people who
went into the intellectual light looked softer and happy,
but not so clever looking. He says he felt more drawn to
the pink light himself, but some one said, "No, you have
felt a good deal of that," and he got out and went into
the other two, and he felt that he liked the blue light
best. And he thinks that perhaps you will read something
into that. I had the other conditions, but I wanted the
other so much. The blue seemed to call me more than the
others. After I had been in it some time, I felt that
nothing mattered much, except preparing for the spiritual
life. He says that the old Raymond seemed far away at the
time, as though he was looking back on some one else's
life--some one I hadn't much connexion with, and yet who
was linked on to me. And he felt, "What does anything
matter, if I can only attain this beautiful uplifting
feeling." I can't tell you what I felt like, but reading
it over afterwards, perhaps you will understand. Words
feel powerless to describe it. He won't try, he will just
tell you what happened after.
We sat down--the seats were arranged something like pews
in a church--and as he looked towards the aisle, he saw
coming up it about seven figures. And he saw, from his
former experience, that they were evidently teachers come
down from the seventh sphere. He says, they went up to
the end part, and they stood on a little raised platform;
and then one of them came down each of the little aisles,
and put out their hands on those sitting in the pews.
And when one of the Guides put his hand on his head, he
felt a mixture of all three lights--as if he understood
everything, and as if everything that he had ever felt,
of anger or worry, all seemed nothing. And he felt as if
he could rise to any height, and as if he could raise
everybody round him. As if he had such a power in himself.
He's stopping to think over it again.
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