[Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER VIII. “All night she dreamed and wondered with the light Her lover came—and then she understood The purpose of her being. Life was good, And all the world seemed bright And nothing was, but right.” —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The next morning, early at dawn, she saw this Indian prince clairvoyantly. At first she could not believe her eyes! She thought the trip to Mars and Purgatory only a dream. “Cresto, are you a true, living soul? Was my awful dream last night all true?” “Yes, poor child, your dream was all more than true. Our souls often travel together. It is a fact that our souls can travel, while our bodies sleep. Love, there is no limit to the soul’s flight. Our souls are made in the image of God. Doll, long ago I was once a real, live Indian prince. I came from another star to watch over you and protect you, dear. Dreams are often true. I have given you many facts in dreams. I will also develop you to a higher degree clairvoyantly. You hear me now, love, clairaudiently. True visions from the other world will often be revealed to you. Ruth, please remember all that I reveal to you in visions, dreams, or strong impressions will be real facts,—soul facts. I develop you to help you make poor, sorrowing humanity happy and teach you to help others to higher planes.” “Cresto, why do you spend so much time with me?” “Dear, I will always be with you. I am your twin-soul—your soul-mate. I am your other half. Darling child, without you there is no life or happiness. You are all my very own, my twin-soul. God has made us one. I love you with all my heart and life! I will often take your soul away in vision to visit and enjoy other planets. Souls from other stars will come to teach you and reveal beautiful facts to you. We will help you to keep busy, happy and content, dove. Ruth all things are dual—all souls dual. My darling, do you love me?” “Yes, dear, I love you. I do not know why this new love is so strange to me, so different from anything I ever heard of or thought of. Cresto, am I the first mortal ever loved by a spirit? Is this a real fact or am I still dreaming? Please, dear, tell me?” “Ruth, do you hear me?” “Yes, I do?” “Are you sure?” “I am positive, Cresto.” “Now, do you see me?” “Yes, I see you.” “My own darling little angel, kiss me.” Ruth felt his warm kisses on her lovely red lips. “Now, dear, if you hear me, and see me, and feel my kisses, don’t you know that I live?” “I know now that it is true!”