I AM HERE. Helen.
I am now going to write you about my home, as I promised, and you
must not think I am not in condition to write if I should not be
able to describe it as you may think I should. The only reason for
my failure will be that I cannot find words to express myself.
Well, my house is a beautiful white one of a substance that you
might think of as alabaster, and two stories in height, and rooms on
each side of a wide and beautiful hall. The rooms are very large and
filled with the most beautiful furniture that you can conceive of.
The walls are all hung with satin coverings, and between are lovely
pictures. The parlor, as you would call it, is filled with the most
exquisite and comfortable couches and chairs, and with beautiful
tables and bric-a-brac, and also many pictures of landscapes and
fruits and flowers. I don't know who painted them, but they are
there and give me much delight, and satisfy my love for paintings
and pictures to so great an extent. There are also many little
curios that would make the heart of an aesthetic person rejoice and
feel glad. My music room has instruments in it of various kinds, and
wonderful in sound and construction. I play some of them and also
sing in my weak way, as you say on earth; but I enjoy the music more
than I can tell you, and so do many spirits who call to see me.
I have other rooms, such as repose rooms, library, and a room for
meditation and prayer. My library is full of books dealing with
subjects that are now so congenial and necessary to me, for they
tell me of God's Love and Care for His children. There are also
books that deal with the laws of the spirit world and of the other
parts of the universe. But I do not read these latter much. For my
whole study is so given to the laws pertaining to our own spirit
world and its relationship to your world, and to the Love of God and
the love that should exist among mortals and spirits, that I do not
find time for these other studies; in fact, I have not the
There are books that you might call fiction, but really are not, for
they describe the actual experiences of spirits in such a vivid and
interesting way that, if they were portrayed in your earthly books,
you would think it fiction.
Not all the books in my library deal with the higher or more
substantial things of this spirit life, for we have our recreation
for the mind in the way of variety in reading that you do on earth,
and we are the stronger and happier for it. So, you see, if you were
here, I know that the library would be your place of rest from your
work, although I know you like music very much.
We have a dining room also. But we do not need kitchens, as nothing
is cooked, and everything is eaten just as we get it from the trees
and vines. We do not eat meat or bread or potatoes or things of that
kind. Our food is principally fruits and nuts, and such fruits you
never saw and never will until you come with me. The fruits are
mostly pears and grapes and oranges and pomegranates—of course, not
just the same as you know them on earth. I merely use these words of
description to give you some idea of what they are like. We have
them in great variety and always fresh and ripe. The nuts, too, are
of many kinds and qualities. None need nutcrackers for them to be
broken in order to be eaten. There are no cakes or candies or
anything of that nature. We do not actually eat these things with
our teeth and palate, or use intestinal organs as you do, but we
“inhale,” as it were, the delicious flavors and aromas of the
fruits. And strange as it may seem to you, we are just as much
satisfied as mortals in doing so, and probably more so than you when
you eat them with your physical organs. I cannot explain to you more
fully just how this thing is; but, as we say, we “eat" the fruits
We “drink” pure water, and nothing else. And spirits who say they
have wines and other beverages tell what I have never seen or heard
of since I have been in the spirit world. Of course, I do not know
every single thing or what exists in all parts of this great world
of spirits. But this water is so pure and satisfying that I cannot
imagine any spirit would want anything else to drink. Yet, as I say,
I do not know as to this.
We do not actually drink the water, for we have not the internal
organs that you have in the physical body, but we seem to absorb it
in our system in some way that gives all the delight and
satisfaction that you enjoy when you drink water.
We often have our “teas,” as your fashionable women on earth might
say, and very many of our spirit friends attend and help make the
gatherings enjoyable and happy ones. Of course, the male spirits
attend, for I must tell you that, in this life, there are no clubs
or businesses that keep the sexes apart as in your life. I mean that
the two sexes are more together, and enjoy the society of each other
to a far greater degree than in your earth life. Of course, I do not
mean that these spirits have all found their soulmates, for that is
not true; but each enjoys the company of the others as friends and
spirits having similar desires and aspirations. My companions are
very similar in their love for the Father and in the development of
their souls, and in their thoughts and desires for spiritual things.
We discuss many questions pertaining to the soul and its progress,
and to the Love of the Father and to the love of spirits and
mortals. While we are joyous and happy beyond compare, yet, we do
not indulge in frivolities or thoughts that have not a tendency to
elevate us to higher things.
We have music and dancing, but our dancing is different from yours.
We merely exercise ourselves in graceful and artistic movements,
without any contact of spirit bodies or the embracing of each other.
Of course, we hold hands as we dance, but no familiarity, as you
would say, is indulged in.
Well, I have a room for repose where, after working long, and, to
some extent, feeling tired, I rest on these couches that I tell you
of. We do not sleep but, sometimes, we go into a kind of dreamy
state that gives us much refreshment and vigor. I am now resting
from some hard work that I have been doing in your earth plane. I
mean that when I am not writing to you, I am resting.
So, you see, we are not enjoying one continuous condition of
feeling, as that might become monotonous.
I am now trying to help some of the spirits who have recently come
over from your city, and who were acquaintances of yours on earth. I
will tell you of them when next I write to you. I am tired now and
So, with all my love, I am
Your own true and loving