which a moment before were wrapped in the folds of mystery, now became transparent as the plainest I could wish.
As a matter of course, I took notice of the friends I had just left behind me—yes, behind me, in what was now in very truth a far-off world:—even though not ten yards intervened between myself and the dear ones, who now mourned me; yet in presence of the fact that I have very momentous revelations to make,—revelations that will startle the world,—I cannot now stop to relate my emotions, my Borrows or my joys, for I felt that at last I was in the realm of pure knowledge; and now feel that this precious opportunity must be improved, to other ends than a mere recital of my emotions and sympathies however acute and tender they may have been.
The communication between the soul-world and earth is far more difficult and rare than I had believed, or than thousands believe to-day. Much, I learned, that passes among men for spiritual manifestation, really has no such origin, while many things, attributed to an origin purely mundane, are really the work of intelligent beings, beyond the misty veil.
Long previous to my final illness, I had held many interesting conversations with my friends, concerning the higher life and worlds, and particularly with the one by whose aid I am now enabled to make these disclosures; and I had made a solemn compact, to the effect, that if it were possible to return subsequent to death, I would do so, and, reveal such mysteries as I might be enabled or permitted to. This resolution grew out of the fact, that not one of the theories, regarding
