In a few minutes the large library was filled with lovely, refined, highly educated people. The library was lighted up with many candles, held in lovely gold candlesticks. These lovely gold ornaments were handed down from one generation to the other. These dear friends formed a circle with their chairs. They held each other’s hands, and sang and prayed, then all were silent for a few minutes. Suddenly there were many strange lights, the lights looked like stars; some had many colors. One light near the doctor and I was a soft blue, another red, another yellow. The blue light came close to me and grew larger and larger. I saw in this wonderful light a lovely angel, all in white. By this time my fear had left me. I looked up and asked her name. “My name is Hope, dear Kezia, I have been with you for years. Always loving and protecting you. It was I that influenced your mind to come here, just so your band of angels could develope you. Kezia, dear, are you willing that we should?” “Yes, Hope, I am very anxious.” “In order to learn we must study hard, and get in perfect harmony with our Father, who is all mind. We get into harmony by work, by prayer, and doing His Divine will. Prayer without works is in vain. Great love to others brings great reward. My dear, keep very busy and cheerful. Take better care of your health; illness, melancholy, and idleness is the cause of most crime, sorrow and suicide. All rich should hire more help, study more, encourage universal farming—farming is a beautiful art. A lovely home on a perfect little farm is heaven on earth. Kezia, dear child, I must let others talk now. Try to remember every word that is taught in class by these dear angels.” Another bright angel of light spoke next. He was a tall gentleman, over six foot, wearing long flowing robes. “Dear friends, all honest work is beautiful and elevating. We should encourage and uplift all work. In Venus, where I live, farming is the most popular art; a farmer is just as good as his banker, he should be treated so by all classes. All farmers should be highly educated, and go into the very best society. In all higher planets, farmers are the aristocrats; they are all true Christians and live up to the Golden Rule. In seeking real happiness we must first realize we are all one universal family; all part of God, all made in the image of God. We are all Divine, as long as we keep in harmony with Our Father. We must say, ‘Thy will be done,’ before we are His children. We can’t live without Him. It is getting late and you all need sleep. We will repeat the Lord’s prayer and retire.” Princess Mara put her arms around Kezia and invited her to stay all night. “Kez, you may sleep with my daughter, so you will not get nervous.” Sita and I slept soundly until sunrise. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER II.