pot and sprinkle it to your heart's content; but, although the drops of water will reach the ground through the disk, and displace portions thereof, for an infinitesimal space of time, yet they will neither wet nor touch it.
Every drop of water has an envelope of an electric nature, doubtless; and that each particle of flame has a corresponding one is self-evident. The respective envelopes may come in contact with each other, but their respective principles—never.
Now, the spirit is far more difficult to reach than would be this flame. As stated before, every perfect thing is globular: the sun, within the brain, I have called by its true name—a winged globe; the electric moon, whose seat is in, on and about the solar plexus, is literally an electric moon, perfectly globular. The human being, body, soul, spirit, is surrounded by an atmosphere of the same form, or nearly so; and this enveloping aura, this spirit-garb, protects its centre—the man—from injury or contact with other things (unless, indeed, it be voluntarily broken down, or yields to assaults from without by the abjectivity of the will). True, a person may be injured magnetically through this sphere, by pressure or malaria, although itself remains unruptured and intact; just as a pistol ball will kill a man, without actually touching his flesh. If he chance to be dressed in silk, it may drive its bulk into his flesh, yet not a particle of lead shall touch it.
I observed the aura or sphere which surrounded myself and my two glorified companions. The raindrops passed through it, as also through portions of our respective persons, just as they would through a sheet of flame-lightning, but without actual contact or wetting either. We have every reason to believe that, as
