He says it appears to him too, that the spirit spheres are built round the earth plane, and seem to revolve with it. Only, naturally, the first sphere isn't revolving at such a rate as the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh spheres. Greater circumference makes it seem to revolve more rapidly. That seems to have an actual effect on the atmospheric conditions prevailing in any one of the spheres. Do you see what he's getting at? O. J. L.--Yes. He only means that the peripheral velocity is greater for the bigger spheres, though the angular velocity is the same. Yes, that's just what he means. And it does affect the different conditions, and that's why he felt a bit careful when he was on a higher sphere, in hanging on to the ground. [A good deal of this struck me as nonsense; as if Feda had picked it up from some sitter. But I went on recording what was said.] Such a lot of people think it's a kind of thought-world, where you think all sort of things--that it's all "think." But when you come over you see that there's no thinking about it; it's _there_, and it does impress you with reality. He does wish you would come over. He will be as proud as a cat with something tails--two tails, he said. Proud as a cat with two tails showing you round the places. He says, father will have a fine time, poking into everything, and turning everything inside out. There's plenty flowers growing here, Miss Olive, you will be glad to hear. But we don't cut them here. They doesn't die and grow again; they seem to renew themselves. Just like people, they are there all the time renewing their spirit bodies. The higher the sphere he went to, the lighter the bodies seemed to be--he means the fairer, lighter in colour. He's got an idea that the reason why people have drawn angels with long fair hair and very fair complexion is that they have been inspired by somebody from very high spheres. Feda's not fair; she's not brown, but olive coloured; her hair is dark. All people that's any good has black hair. Do you know that [a friend] won't be satisfied unless he comes and has a talk through the table. Feda doesn't mind now, 'cos she has had a talk. So she will go now and let him talk through the table all right. Give Feda's love to all of them, specially to SLionel--Feda likes him. * * * * * (Mrs. Leonard now came-to, and after about ten minutes she and M. F. A. L. sat at a small octagonal table, which, in another five minutes, began to tilt.) [But the subject now completely changed, and, if reported at all, must be reported elsewhere.]