Strange Visitors: A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance stateHorn, Henry J.
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Strange Visitors: A series of original papers, embracing philosophy, science, government, religion, poetry, art, fiction, satire, humor, narrative, and prophecy, by the spirits of Irving, Willis, Thackeray, Brontë, Richter, Byron, Humboldt, Hawthorne, Wesley, Browning, and others now dwelling in the spirit world; dictated through a clairvoyant, while in an abnormal or trance state
Horn, Henry J.
Spirit writings
My chief desire was to get out of the house. Like a boy who must fly
his kite, out I would go. I feared I might be caught and taken back if
I did not hasten, and moved toward the door. The seams of that door,
which I had always thought well joined, seemed now to stand twelve
inches or more apart. Every atom of that wood which had appeared so
solid to me was now more porous than any sponge or honey-comb. Out
we went through the crevice. A party of men were standing upon the
doorsteps. One put forth his hand to grasp mine. I laughed aloud when I
recognized the person as James Harper! Another was Richmond; another,
one of my associates in the editorial corps. I was perfectly amazed,
and set up a hilarious shout, which they echoed in great glee. We
started forth, a convivial party. The atmosphere hung in heavy masses
around the houses, like the morning mists about the base of a mountain.
We did not walk on the ground; the air was solid enough to bear us. I
felt that we were rising above the city. My senses seemed magnified.
The comprehension of all I did was very acute. We kept along the
earth’s atmosphere for quite a distance.
“Let us sail out,” said I, at last.
“We cannot yet; we must wait till we reach the current. If we go
outside of that, we may be lost in the intense cold and the poisonous
gases, or we may be swallowed up in the vortex of some flaming comet,”
answered my wise companions.
The statement looked very reasonable, so I allowed myself to be
guided and we soon found ourselves in a great belt of light of a pale
rose-color, in which we sailed seemingly without any effort, moving
the hands and arms at times and at other times folding them across our
breasts.
As we advanced the channel in which we moved increased in depth and
brilliancy of color, and I grew more and more exhilarated. Finally we
paused and commenced to descend. The air was very luminous, radiating
and scintillating like the flashing of diamonds, and so electric that
the concussion of sound vibrated like the peal from some distant organ.
Looking down through the glittering atmosphere that surrounded me, I
perceived what appeared to be the uplifting peak of a mountain. A halo
of light rested upon its summit, and we seemed drawn toward it with a
gentle force.
This mountain, I was informed, was one of a magnetic chain which belts
the spirit world. In color and material it was like an opal.
I was told that a peculiar sympathy existed between it and the human
spirit. When individuals on earth are in juxtaposition with this
mountain they feel a strange yearning for the spirit home.
Now then the mysterious riddle is solved, thought I; and this must be
the spiritual north pole!
We soon stood upon _terra-firma_, if these translucent rocks could
be called _terra-firma_ which rose in glittering and polished peaks
all around us. They were wonderfully iridescent, so that no bed of
gorgeously-colored flowers could have filled the eye with a greater
variety of tints.
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