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CONTENTS 
 
 Preface 3 
 
 Mystery 7 
 
 Weary No Longer 8 
 
 The Astrologer, The Storm 9 
 
 Spirit Voice of Senam 10 
 
 There Is No Death. 'T.ytton" 16 
 
 Review 17 
 
 The Clowir's Oration. "Curtis" . 20 
 
 Sages, Old and New 22 
 
 Voice of Seneljo 27 
 
 Angel's Return . . . 30 
 
 I Am Not Dead 34 
 
 An Angel's Whisper 45 
 
 Fanatic 46 
 
 Teaching 47 
 
 .War 48 
 
 The Coward ■ . 50 
 
 The Game of Life 51 
 
 American, Red, White and Blue 52 
 
 His Mysterious Way 53 
 
 Immortal Self 54 
 
 Man's Friend 55 
 
 I Tell You That I Love You 56 
 
 My Love Is the Same Wherever I Be 57 
 
PREFACE 
 
 As things come I write, and give it for good and weal of all. 
 
 These messages come to me when I have thrown aside the 
 bands and bonds that bound my mind and intellect, and list to 
 the still, small whispering voice that says: "Write!" 
 
 I thank the Great Spirit that I have had, and there are proofs 
 all over, that there is no death of the soul of man, but a passing 
 out or transition from out the body (Temple of the Living God) 
 described by "Senam," "Senebo," special Oriental Spiritual in- 
 telligences, and others who surround me. 
 
 I am not a real spiritual man when I am combined and sur- 
 rounded with my environments. I am not pure, and as Jesus 
 said : "There is none righteous, no, not one," and he was one 
 of us. 
 
 There is only one God!! (spirit) and in and with Him is no 
 iniquity ; pure, the "Jehovah." The same that was, and is now, 
 and forever. 
 
 In the beginning was the Word I and the Word was with God, 
 and the Word was God. And our self (soul) is not only like 
 God, but is God in the same way. 
 
 God is Love, and every living man has Love in him, and it 
 remains with him how he allows this love to grow and expand. 
 I think the transition of the soul, and other explanations troubling 
 the minds of men, is beautifully described by the intelligent mes- 
 sages contained herein, by the great and good Angels, spirits or 
 intelligences. 
 
 "No man has seen God at any time," so that if we do not see 
 the loving Angel guardians we really can't complain, or if so, we 
 must demand that God shall show himself, or itself, but there 
 has been much holier and better men than we, and if they were 
 not so blessed, we must be satisfied to say : Oh thou great Mys- 
 terious Love, and be patient to wait till we cross over the sea 
 of doubt or through the curtain of uncertainty as spirits to the 
 Great Spirit. 
 
 One thing we do know, all die! so called, and all are born — 
 of the world and in it. Life is Love, Love is God; God rules 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 the Universe. The Loving (God) Soul thought or intelHgence 
 of the poem, "There Is No Death," is beautifully portrayed by 
 the late Lord Lytton, and shows that anything created by and of 
 the spirit never dies ; a thought, once expressed, goes on forever. 
 
 When men think, and more are doing so to-day, tho' millions 
 do not. (They allow others to do it for them), and it can't be 
 done. Most prefer sight to brain work and leave the God given 
 intelligence to weaken and wither, and they become perplexed, 
 and no wonder. If men think and study, they see in so called 
 religions some good in all ; also as they go deeper, some vileness, 
 greed, superstition, avarice, perfidy, vulgarity, deceit, hypocrisy, 
 but all claiming to be the right and only one ; even some damning 
 those outside the pale of the church to Hell, torture and ever- 
 lasting damnation, so as to break the desire to prove by the way- 
 side in their race as commanded, viz : "Prove all things." 
 
 Your intelligence is the God given talent, and what shall you 
 say when the spirit asks, "What hast thou done with thy talent ?" 
 and can you murmer "if" when you restore it, having done noth- 
 ing with it, if it is given to the one who has ten? To-day super- 
 inspiration is sent down just as it was since man first grew upon 
 the earth, and if it is not heeded or accepted it is man's fault. 
 What can man ask more, when he knows that his spirit never 
 dies but goes back to God who gave it, and yet, can come again 
 or send their increased spiritual intelligence to our own as Lord 
 Lytton pictures life and immortality in the return of loving spirit 
 friends and guides? 
 
 What a beautiful thought. What wonderful wisdom of the 
 great Jehovah. What hope. What comfort. What joy to 
 know. 
 
 What bliss is ours ! Eternity with us. The open sesame to 
 the mysterious working of the allwise, omnipresent, omnipotent 
 power of God (good) eternal. 
 
 To me these messages clear away the cobwebs of error and 
 superstition, and if the angels who do return are demons, then 
 all before were such from the beginning of time up to the angels 
 at the tomb of Christ, but such are only more fabrics of an ill 
 religion's error and superstition ; but spirit by return in proof 
 puts man on his own pedestal even after he may fall, showing 
 that he himself, real inner self, a God; as T§ius said :„^he God 
 within you." 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 As such I claim the messages whose identity I am positive of, 
 tho' I never heard their names nor read of them ; tho' I have 
 read many kinds of literature in many countries, as I traveled 
 much of this world and lived among all classes of men and in 
 nations of different laws and religions. The real man is (spirit) 
 within ; part and parcel of the infinite. 
 
 God, the great, unfathomable, infinite creator and conceiver 
 of all and entity of all power, the sound and echo, and from 
 which all and everything emanates, and which always was, long 
 before the Universe was created, so called in other words the 
 essence of life, which is eternal, and which no so called death 
 can destroy or alter. Not matter, but the ethereal, upon which 
 all matter is incorporated, with, through and in, lives, moves, 
 flies, floats or is carried about in, under or over all. 
 
 As ethereal or astral so called spiritual things cannot be de- 
 stroyed, mutilated, damaged, dissolved, caught or imprisoned, 
 or even seen by material or human eyes, and seldom by the eyes 
 of intelligence, therefore the real man cannot die. 
 
 A dissolution, wearing out or fading of the material man oc- 
 curs, therefore the separation takes place of the material and 
 the spiritual or ethereal. 
 
 One falls to the earth, material; the other soars away to join 
 the great Almighty ethereal immensity and entity — God. Man 
 has evolved, and altho thousands of years ago man understood 
 these things, yet through avarice, power of evil, machinations, 
 they were again lost, distorted and transposed to fit an ill religion 
 of evil minds for financial power and greed. 
 
 God, the great inspiration or intelligence, surrounded and en- 
 compassed as a magnet, draws each and every spirit or spark of 
 infinity to itself, resending forth from Alpha to Omega to man 
 the receiving spark coil so it can be again transmitted. 
 
 An instrument, or so called medium or ethereal messenger 
 angel, may not be able to demonstrate the name or symbol from 
 where it originated, nor the name by which in the human body 
 it was known on this or other planets, star, sun, moon or world, 
 and it is then left to the receiver to simply write and give it as an 
 inspiration of his own, viz., he got it! 
 
 Readers sometimes read a few pages of a book, and if it does 
 not coincide with their views cast it away. They are like the 
 foolish man who does not want anything new, for what was good 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 enough 100 years ago for his ancestors is now good enough for 
 him, "a rutter." If the world had only rutters there would 
 not have been any of the great and glorious names on the scroll 
 of honor of earth whose last steps we leave to battle for further 
 good and glory. 
 
 What I have written was given me, and if it is good it must 
 come from the source of goodness to my own intelligence within. 
 I wish readers may gather from these pages food for thought, 
 help, comfort and cheer of a never dying hope that lives forever 
 and smoulders in the hearts of all. That it may do good, lighten 
 the burden of those bowed down by superstition and traditions. 
 
 May it be read in the same love and calm reflection with which 
 I give it. 
 
 The Author, 1910. 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 MYSTERY 
 What art thou ? sometimes called luck, or fate, 
 That shrouds the human eye, and mystic soul, 
 By thy great mastering hand and Power; 
 That plucks the very buds of fertile thought! 
 That crushes softly, subtly, silently, but mightily. 
 What art thou ? thou strange and unknown force, 
 That mocks the mighty will of man, 
 And laughs that mighty will to scorn. 
 Ah ! Strange indeed thy subtle ways. 
 What art thou? that lifts some up. 
 To very top of highest crest of crown, 
 And others beat and force with unseen power, 
 From lofty heights thou drag'st them down, 
 Down, down, to crest of waves' despair, 
 Or leads one on, so far, then says, 
 "So far thou goest, but no farther ;" 
 And as one strives to rise, a cruel blow 
 Fells back to earth again the Human power. 
 That stretches forth the hand to stay 
 The human mind from grasping oft 
 Sweet charm, hope, and opportunity 
 That passes by, amid thy cruel laugh, 
 Driving them on rocks of lies, deceit; 
 To see them by thy power commit 
 Dire deeds of horror from which 
 The normal senses of the man 
 Would shrink and tremble at 
 The very deeds they did. 
 What art thou ? Demon what art thou ? 
 The power that stops not, but laughs 
 At locks, and bars, and bolts of will ! 
 That causes curses, hate and crime. 
 Oh ! for one look into the unknown 
 Of thy mysterious, all pervading force; 
 The force, frustrating all man's power, 
 His will, his grit, all human effort. 
 Till he lies conquered with broken heart 
 As oft to die by his own hand, 
 To find thee ! mysterious, unknown ! unseen ! ! 
 
 J. Qallan Dixon. 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 WEARY NO LONGER 
 
 Weary one ! weary no longer, 
 Look out to the spiritual plain. 
 See! truths, immortal banner, 
 Wave away all woe and pain. 
 Trust in the God above you, 
 List to his whispering voice. 
 Have faith in the friends around you, 
 Sent by the Almighty's choice ; 
 To guide, to guard, to counsel. 
 To help you full love to gain ; 
 With Love, is hope forever, 
 Through hope, your blessings reign. 
 For in peace you'll see the sunshine 
 Break forth o'er the raging main ; 
 It stills, it quiets, it soothes. 
 Like a gentle spirit's flame. 
 It will lift you up forever 
 To realms, eternal bliss. 
 Calming the chords of discord 
 As a wafted angel's kiss. 
 Prove all ; don't doubt, but listen ; 
 No need other's help at all. 
 Just call on loved departed. 
 They will answer at your call, 
 And tell you in spirits' whisper 
 There is love enough for all. 
 Love, and the world will brighten. 
 Forgetting the mists of pain. 
 Remember, your loved are calling. 
 Your love is ne'er in vain. 
 Believe, and list to whispers 
 Of soul, Christ said : within 
 'Tis God within who speaketh ; 
 And he himself doth reign. 
 
 J. Qallan Dixon. 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 THE ASTROLOGER 
 
 Start now, dear friend Astrologer, 
 
 To make my horoscope, 
 
 And find by Moon and Sun and Stars, 
 
 My life to rue, or hope. 
 
 Show me the road that I should tread. 
 
 In bounding hope, without fear or dread. 
 
 Show me the Rocks that on my pathway lies ; 
 
 The Pits, the ruts of life's doubts, and sighs; 
 
 Show me the Star that e'er shall guide me on 
 
 To greater, nobler deeds than I have done. 
 
 Then shall my blessings on thee fall, 
 
 And I shall listen to thy call. 
 
 Show me to live in Love's great breath. 
 
 And I shall love and fear no Death. 
 
 J. Q. D. 
 
 THE STORM 
 
 The bright sky fades, 
 
 The clouds upon the earth do lower. 
 
 And sombre is the day. 
 
 The wind it dies, and clouds affright 
 
 The watchful eyes of mariners; 
 
 Darker yet grows the day. 
 
 And flash of lightnings far away 
 
 Tells but the weird tale 
 
 As rain begins to pour. 
 
 Sharp now the streaks 
 
 Of the chained and forked flashes 
 
 That now lumens up the murked skies, 
 
 While peals of loudest thunder 
 
 Roll on and on apace. 
 
 Another flash. 'Tis here! 'Tis there! 
 
 And like the greatest avalanche 
 
 Of a thousand mountains falling 
 
 Rolls o'er and o'er the placid scene. 
 
 J. Q- D. 
 
VOICE OF SENAM 
 SPIRIT VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 'Tis I ! Senam, calls through you to the people from the Spirit 
 world!! "Ego." 
 
 Thousands of years before the Christian teacher I was ! I 
 taught the truth, and the light, which is the word! (lost). 
 
 The world was then, as now, near fullness of light, truth and 
 love. 
 
 Pattagonia, the light of the earth, was the Star in the firma- 
 ment, but seat of all was ''Laza" (Lasar). 
 
 All changed; the ruthless hands of the hoards of monarchical 
 fanatical slaves fell upon us, slew and slaughtered, stole, burned 
 and destroyed us, and our institutions. The light went out on 
 Earth, to be shown in caves and nooks and caverns alone ; our 
 laws and teachings were transposed, but most eradicated and 
 defiled to suit the wanton conquerors. 
 
 So truth died as it were, the spiritual, and was buried, but as 
 a seed only to sprout again and grow in time as the sun of mercy 
 and love shone on it. 
 
 Far, far above any spiritual plain on Earth we were. 
 
 We understood the laws of Earth and Spirit, and we could 
 cast out and draw in our astral soul ; as easy was it that voices 
 from the far beyond talked with us, and strode and sat beside 
 us ; did the souls of the great and good. 
 
 The one great secret kept was known and shown to earth 
 again by the man Jesus, the teacher. 
 
 "Whatsoever ye shall sow, 
 
 "So shall ye reap." 
 
 We sowed Truth, Right, Mercy and Love, 
 
 Forgiveness, Thanks, Charity and Hope, 
 
 Healthiness, Power, and all that was good, 
 
 And we in return received it from our own. 
 
 We saw and found Love in all : 
 
 In Air, Earth, Sun, Moon, and the Stars ; 
 
 In the firmament, and in the soul of man. 
 
 Our lives were simplicity, our wants rational ; 
 
 Our passions were overruled. 
 
 We knew ourselves ; we searched, we dug ; 
 
 We knocked, we found the God within. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 We found power ; second, third, fourth. 
 
 Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth 
 
 Sense and sight. (There are only twelve; 
 
 In a triangle only three; four makes twelve.) 
 
 We found the God within the very trees. 
 
 The rocks and the stones of time. 
 
 Our time was measured by the sun, 
 
 Our months by the moon. 
 
 Our years by the planets. 
 
 Our index by the comets and zones. 
 
 Our life was real ; we hved for good alone. 
 
 Salomon and others gave up their lives 
 
 For the good of all the people. 
 
 To cruel tasks and tortures given. 
 
 But within the bowels of the earth 
 
 Are hidden yet safely the records 
 
 That we always kept. 
 
 The Astral world with which we 
 
 Communicated, could pierce 
 
 The hardest walls of jasper, 
 
 Iron, steel, or capro bars, 
 
 For bolts, or locks, or steads were 
 
 As the simple perfume of a flower. 
 
 Our eyes could pierce the deepest wells 
 
 Or caves, or cavern's ends. 
 
 Since when the treacherous conquerors 
 
 Wrought the idle havoc, the world 
 
 Did cease to live on such a plain. 
 
 But still the laws of spirit do avail, 
 
 To clear the mist at times 
 
 From off the mortal eye. 
 
 Development takes years of your time, 
 
 And worst of all, now, is that , 
 
 Whene'er a little light of Astral force 
 
 Within the mortal shows. 
 
 They barter it away for gold e'now. 
 
 Gold, we buried it, so not to tempt 
 
 The mortal from his Astral self. 
 
 A mournful time will come. 
 
 When madness after gold's bright glitter 
 
 Has made the world insane. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 But treasure greater in the minds of men 
 
 Shall triumph with the loss 
 
 Of pomp, pride, vanity and greedy power, 
 
 That e'en makes one to crush his brother. 
 
 Each cycle of your time shall find 
 
 A change, and things that can't be now 
 
 Understood by mortal man 
 
 Shall be as simple as to flash 
 
 Upon a little child. 
 
 This world shall yet untram'eled be 
 
 Without the greed and lust, 
 
 And power of greed and gold. 
 
 When spirit Angels shall again 
 
 Commune with man in open, 
 
 And will be seen ; for they are now, 
 
 Myself, as well, treading your earth 
 
 With silent tread ; speaking in whispers 
 
 Low that few can hear, 
 
 But read in symbols, understand. 
 
 No thing can pass away, 
 
 All things remain and sprout 
 
 Within their given time. 
 
 Love never dies, but suflfocated oft 
 
 To hold its breath 
 
 For the vain bleatings of a man. 
 
 Crush vice, and greed, and gain, 
 
 March on to joy's reality. 
 
 The shimmering tinsel is but a passing show, 
 
 A mock, a shadow, an unreal. 
 
 The penchant for an idol is born of vice 
 
 To bow, to bend, to kneel before. 
 
 Uncover not thy head, except to God, 
 
 Nor bow to chuckling prelate. 
 
 This Earth, the World is yours ; 
 
 Thy Kingdom in thy soul. 
 
 Calamity but mocks thee ; 
 
 So to bow thee down for sake of gain 
 
 Of power, of gold perchance? 
 
 To fame, mocks thee like a fiash, 
 
 And leads to vice and shame. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Curdled has the milk of human kindness grown, 
 
 The flowers of Love, and kindness flown. 
 
 All say look out, look on, look up afar 
 
 I say ! thee look within thy temple clay 
 
 And find the chords of spirit harp 
 
 Strung with the golden strings 
 
 Of harmony, that sings out 
 
 With divine tongues of Love's best rays 
 
 Of Love, and truth, and light 
 
 Mid the vulturous abyss ; 
 
 Of dark, and murky selfish nights, 
 
 Death like ocean of despair ; 
 
 Drawing the soul in fulsome welcome 
 
 To the eternal Kingdom of all "God," 
 
 That darkened minds of sensuous fiends 
 
 Their temple burned and martyr'd to the cause 
 
 Or tortured with the inconceived demons ; 
 
 Thoughts of a baneful mind ; 
 
 Thoughts pure shall live. 
 
 Still think and ponder long. 
 
 For out of depth of smallest soul 
 
 Shall come the tidings of the real. 
 
 The glorious Astral part of man ; 
 
 Begotten only by that law of love that's life. 
 
 For life ! it ne'er can die or pass away. 
 
 The deeds that were in past 
 
 Can be again best done. 
 
 And greater deeds than they ; 
 
 But now rank greed, and gain, v 
 
 And filthy lust fill up the void, 
 
 'Twas left for life and love. 
 
 Uncurb the bridling of thy soul. 
 
 Fear not, oh mortal man, thy spirit 
 
 Ne'er shall walk in mortal fear. 
 
 Man yet shall know and understand 
 
 When tyrants fall, by crumbling dust. 
 
 And tottered minds. 
 
 For all shall see and know 
 
 E'en the fair teachings of the Jesus, 
 
 That was construed, renewed, remade. 
 
 To fit the niches of an ill religion. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 That what he taught was spirit, 
 
 And of mortal, they took the spirit 
 
 As mortal ! Mortal say as spirit, 
 
 And mixed and mushed the glorious truth 
 
 To blind and sodden up the eyes 
 
 Of all human minds, 
 
 And made a God of him who 
 
 Refused to be a King. 
 
 Oh ! that man would only look within 
 
 And let the still voice of reason (soul) 
 
 Divide ! guide him, show him ; 
 
 For with that mighty force within 
 
 All things can be and will be conquered ; 
 
 Then we shall hear no more of sin. 
 
 No law need be to force and bind 
 
 The love, the all of man, 
 
 But with free will ; will lift a veil 
 
 From off the glorious universe. 
 
 For what the inner God is to man. 
 
 Is as a mighty telescope to the astronomer. 
 
 And mightier e'en than that. 
 
 But hush ! the mighty cry of avarice 
 
 And greed smokes o'er the mighty glass 
 
 And hides the vault, and gate, 
 
 And sight of an all wise paradise. 
 
 One Law, one God, one All ! "Jehovah" 
 
 In all the mighty great, the first ; 
 
 The last ; the one command ; one wish 
 
 For all the Love, the life, the being of mankind. 
 
 But truth it shall prevail. 
 
 Suns may refuse to shine, 
 
 And moons give not a ray, 
 
 Nor stars, nor spheres, nor worlds unknown 
 
 Forsake their glittering. 
 
 But on ! and on ! and on forever 
 
 Shall truth's banner wave. 
 
 And higher, and higher still. 
 
 Till man shall float on and o'er 
 
 The void expanse of unknown time. 
 
 Or time material, and see with astral eyes 
 
 The reasoning of a God. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Hurl back behind all wanton self 
 
 And superstitious fears or scales of dread, 
 
 For now the dawn appears 
 
 Of real reason and soul set free. 
 
 Pure now it shall onward go, 
 
 Leaving the tracks whereby all can tread 
 
 To the ethereal gates and City 
 
 Of Almighty God's own wisdom. 
 
 Pass ne'er a day without some good thought 
 
 And confirming deeds to fling 
 
 To all human mind, and then 
 
 All will be well with thee, dear one. 
 
 Be watchful and pray. 
 
 But ne'er to others, but to the God, thy God, 
 
 The all pervading and source of good. 
 
 And voice and force and power 
 
 Of light and love. 
 
 All others but a mockery are. 
 
 Use thy wisdom given e'en tho 'tis small, 
 
 'Twill mighty grow and like a magnet 
 
 Draw from, and to, the great and all, 
 
 And everlasting source of power. 
 
 Of life, of will, of good, of truth. 
 
 Of light, of all source, of Love. 
 
 O'er earth so called death wanders 
 
 To help thee, make thy passage straight 
 
 And quickly to thy boundless home 
 
 Where shines the infinite Sun of Love. 
 
 Farewell for now. 
 
 "SENAM," 1909. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 THERE IS NO DEATH 
 
 There is no death ! the stars go down 
 
 To rise again upon some fairer shore, 
 
 And bright in heaven's jeweled crown 
 
 They shine forever more. 
 
 There is no death ! the dust we tread 
 
 Shall change beneath the summer's showers 
 
 To golden grain, or mellow fruit, 
 
 Or rainbow-tinted flowers. 
 
 The granite rocks disorganize 
 
 To feed the hungry moss they bear; / 
 
 The forest leaves drink daily life 
 
 From out the voiceless air. 
 
 There is no death ! the leaves may fall, 
 
 The flowers may fade and pass away, 
 
 Till intp life again renewed 
 
 At the coming of the May. 
 
 There is no death ! an angel form 
 
 Walks o'er the earth with silent tread, 
 
 He bears our best-loved things away. 
 
 And then we call them dead. 
 
 He leaves our hearts all desolate. 
 
 He plucks our fairest, sweetest flowers ; 
 
 Transplanted into bliss they now 
 
 Adorn immortal bowers. 
 
 The bird-like voice, whose joyous tones 
 
 Made glad the scene of sin and strife. 
 
 Sings now an everlasting song 
 
 Amid the trees of life. 
 
 And where he sees a smile so bright. 
 
 Of hearts too pure for taint and vice. 
 
 He bears it to that world of light 
 
 To dwell in paradise. 
 
 Born into that undying life, 
 
 They leave us, but to come again ; 
 
 With joy we welcome them — the same, 
 
 Except in sin and pain. 
 
 And ever near us, though unseen. 
 
 The dear immortal spirits tread. 
 
 For all the boundless universe 
 
 Is life!— there is no dead. (Lord) "LYTTON.' 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 REVIEW 
 
 Senam's and other messages from the great "Somewhere" gives 
 food for thought, for thinkers as pro-forcast of the messages 
 given. 
 
 'Tis not for those void of aim and thought, or seekers only 
 after, and lovers of pleasure and wanton leisure, these are but the 
 butterflies who, sip little of the nectar, from the glorious flowers 
 of Love and Wisdom. 
 
 There are vital, mysterious, conscious, unseen forces around 
 us, manifesting and materializing, that no living man on earth to- 
 day can explain or really comprehend, but all thinkers and seekers, 
 know it is there ! but, for what great infinite, and mighty purpose, 
 still remains the secret. 
 
 Some day it will be known, and solved, and then may come 
 such wonders, as may wake and stir the very foundations of the 
 mighty universe. 
 
 Seek, and ye shall find ! man has sought and found, the great 
 and wondrous things we see, and use to-day, with only ])uny 
 thought, specks, or sparks. 
 
 The great cave of mystery is still there for searchers, thinkers, 
 workers and doers, here and to come, and those gone to the 
 great beyond of infinitum has left their works and thoughts as 
 milestones to guide others to higher, better, and more precious 
 things of work and life! far beyond this passing show on earth 
 
 Spirit, with its tremendous forces, that man has drawn, is 
 helping him in his digging, thinking, watching, praying, and man 
 is ever drawing down to God's green earth the unseen works 
 and treasures of the mysterious infinite forces and phenomena, 
 which is known here and which cannot be denied, and, as worldly 
 man, cannot see the truth or prove it, is the reason so few believe 
 or accept. 
 
 Man has been, and is, subjugated by error and superstition, 
 and unthinkingly, given up his freedom, and bowed down to idols 
 of gold, greed, power, avarice, arogance, subtilty and fashion, 
 and fallen under cruelty, and stands in trembling awe of ill, 
 polluted fanatical, institutions, teachers and masters of so-called 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 • 
 Christianity, till one-third so called, (like mad), demands of the 
 others, to bow down to them as so-called Gods, fell dotards of 
 wanton self righteousness, vanity, and greed for power and 
 fame, who pro thoughts were and still are as told in words 
 repeated oft! Free thoughts, education, is the worst thing we 
 can give the masses, for, so educated we can't compel, or coerce 
 them to do our will, by such a free state, and we must do 
 our all, use every means and plan, bold or subtle to stop ; and draw 
 away from such, by even appealing to love of ease, of pleasure, 
 love of gold, or wanton idleness, if not by deceit, or torture in 
 the secret. 
 
 Every time, you stand alone, and think ; unbiased, and aright, 
 you knock at the door of so-called mystery, and dig in the deep 
 mine of wisdom. 
 
 One-third makes laws, and rules, throwing out the laws, and 
 teachings of Jesiis ! whom they, "generation of vipers," pretend to 
 follow, and wear his cloak, to hide their pompous pride of would 
 be wisdom, making attempt to prove that they are gods above ! 
 compared, to the chosen teacher of the almighty wise. 
 
 A shameful, laughable imitation of superior goodness to even 
 the great Jehovah, while out of sight, they trample his lessons, 
 taught through Jesus, and inspirational Laws of that other chos- 
 en leader, "Moses," underfoot. 
 
 God gave Moses (received by inspiration) ten laws to govern 
 the world by, yet ! these generations of self appointed ministers 
 and teachers, knowing, as they believe in their own small minds 
 more than God or his teacher, presented to our government three 
 thousand laws, showing the fanatical societies and institutions 
 to which tuey belong. 
 
 They forget the teachings of Jesus. 
 
 "He that would be greatest among you, let him be the least," 
 and about picking the beams of their own eyes, etc., or in words 
 of Robbie Burns, which can be placed beside the greatest say- 
 ings of all the wise men of earth, viz. : 
 
 "Could we but see ourselves as others see us ?" etc. 
 
 Enter into thy closet, and close the door and open wide the 
 gateways to thy soul and thereby finding relaxation, receive after 
 prayer the blessings that fall, and are spirit-whispered to thy 
 soul, which thou hast made ready to receive. Then shall the 
 light, not only shine within you but will cast its rays around you 
 and around those you come in contact with, and you can under- 
 
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 stand and feed upon the nectar of God's greatest, and all perfume, 
 Love! 
 
 In love man is born, in love man grows, in love man works and 
 passes on to his earth's end, in love he dies, and as a true good 
 virtuous mother loves her offspring when born, so with a stronger 
 and better love does she pass out from those she has borne. If 
 our parents live again, which we know they do ; for many have 
 seen their angelic forms after so-called death! and, cannot come 
 to us or help us and love us by their spirit power, they cannot 
 be happy. If they can come, send, or do come, they ought to be 
 supremely happy and we supremely blessed. 
 
 The Author. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 THE CLOWN'S (Curtis) ORATION 
 
 Addended by J. Qallan Dixon 
 
 Laugh ! and the world laughs with you, 
 But weep ! and you weep alone ; 
 This grand old earth, it borrows its mirth, 
 It has troubles enough of its own. 
 
 Be glad ! and your friends are many, 
 Be sad ! and they turn and go ; 
 They want full measure of your pleasure, 
 But they do not want your woe. 
 
 Be rich ! and friends will seek you. 
 Be poor ! and none you'll know ; 
 For they love the lavish spender, 
 They have no use for the poor. 
 
 Be honest! the world will doubt you, 
 And pass you, with doubting frown ; 
 Be dishonest ! have plenty of money, 
 They will sure to you bow down. 
 
 At church ! they'll call you hypocrite. 
 Stay away ! you're an infidel ; 
 Be home! with your wife and children. 
 They'll scofif; false tales they'll tell. 
 
 Be strong! the world will praise you. 
 
 Be weak ! they will pass you by ; 
 
 You must stand aside, for the roughing crowd 
 
 With your pain, or tear, or sigh. 
 
 Be successful ; they'll call you lucky, 
 
 If you're not! you are no good 
 
 For they love the one, with power and might 
 
 That gets there, on high flood. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Be saving! they'll call you a miser, 
 Be liberal ! they'll call you a fool ; 
 But never will fail to flatter you 
 Trying to use you, as their tool. 
 
 Be famous the world will laud you, 
 Call you friend, from night to day 
 Till they get the best they can from you 
 Then cast you far away. 
 
 Be pretty ! the world will tempt you 
 To fall, and let you lie. 
 For they care not, once they have you 
 In their power; they'll let you die. 
 
 Be plain, they may pass you smiling. 
 But they'll tempt, and lure you too 
 For the tinkling dross, and lust, it draws. 
 In this world, between the two. 
 
 Be kind, and good ; they'll abuse you. 
 And block you when they can ; 
 The world looks only on pleasure and gold 
 And not at the soul of man. 
 
 (Curtis) J. Q. Dixon, 1859. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 SAGES, OLD AND NEW 
 
 From a whistling man or woman as well, a whistling nigger, 
 or a crowing hen, good Lord deliver us. 
 
 Dimes and dollars, and dollars and dimes ; an empty pocket's 
 the worst of crimes. 
 
 A man who takes every one for a rogue, is usually the biggest 
 one himself. 
 
 If poverty is no crime it's very inconvenient? 
 
 Friends tell us our faults ; our enemies flatter us. 
 
 If a man wore a check rein a day his horse would never see 
 one. 
 
 A man who beats his horse, dog or mule would beat his own 
 wife or mother. 
 
 A woman who loves pleasure and the dance more than her 
 ofifspring is worse than a harlot. 
 
 A son good to his parents and kindred, usually is found a good 
 husband ; a daughter, the same, a good wife. 
 
 An extravagant wife is a viper in the bosom of her family. 
 
 All want to be ladies and gentlemen, but many are too ignorant 
 to learn the finess. 
 
 A whistling man needs watching; the thief whistles to throw 
 others oi¥ his track and their guard re ! his deed. 
 
 Swearing is bad and vulgar, does little good, but, perhaps it 
 is better out, than left in to grow worse. 
 
 A man who is not attended to by his wife will easily find an- 
 other woman, who will not only gladly sew his buttons on, cook 
 his meals, but give him every other attention. 
 
 If there were not so many useless, frivolous dolls, and men of 
 false pride, and both unable to curb their passions, there would 
 be less unhappy homes and divorces. 
 
 Correct thy children when young or when old they may bring 
 shame and dishonor and kick you into the street or poor house 
 when you are old. 
 
 Keep everything out of reach of children, and, when they 
 grow up they will gorge themselves. 
 
 A wise son loves the hand of correction in love, knowing it is 
 for his good. 
 
 Each child ought to be studied and watched. Some can be 
 reared by love, others only by chastisement. 
 
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 You cannot properly bring up a child to love you, by the cold 
 bottle, or by keeping it in the care of others, out of your own 
 sight and aura. 
 
 Eat and drink, whatsoever thy soul desireth (in moderation j 
 giving thanks always unto the Lord (God.) 
 
 A man can educate and culture himself in his spare time which 
 he wastes in vain pleasures or frivolities and in regrets in after 
 Hfe. 
 
 A mightier than the sword is the pen, but a mightier still is 
 the ink. 
 
 Ink! Ink! just stop and think, without it! what would the 
 world do? 
 
 One of the hardships of a father is to be compelled to keep 
 secrets from his children for their good and perhaps his own 
 protection. 
 
 If girls never kept a secret from their parents few would go 
 wrong, or only those who refuse to obey them (a sin.) 
 
 Honor thy father and thy mother is one of God's first com- 
 mandments. Obey God's law and live without regrets thy whole 
 life-long. 
 
 A man who leaves his own country afraid to fight for his home 
 and friends and the right of liberty and freedom does not de- 
 serve the protection of either freedom or liberty. 
 
 A man who refuses to fight for the country which has and is 
 giving him freedom, liberty and his bread is a traitor to all and 
 a coward to be shunned. 
 
 He who tries to compel any man to give up his own rights and 
 do only as he wishes, is a dangerous fanatic ; there are many. 
 
 Never make an enemy, for friends real and true are scarce 
 and you may meet him unexpectedly. 
 
 Do right, live right, think right, work right, sleep, eat, drink, 
 act right, and you need fear nothing in this world and nothing 
 in the next. 
 
 Time lost is never found, like lost friendship it is hard to 
 regain. 
 
 Shun hanging out on the corners or in the streets at night as 
 you would a plague. 
 
 An idle man is the devil's favorite. 
 
 Concentration of thought is the golden key to the lock of 
 wisdom. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 A clean bright airy room has saved many men from gambhng, 
 drinking and death. 
 
 I would rather look for a wife in a meeting house, church or 
 school than in a dance hall, gambling palace, or a theatre. 
 
 Many a fallen woman would have been an honest wife and lov- 
 ing mother had she been taken to an intellectual meeting instead 
 of a dance hall. 
 
 Before marrying, find out if other is a fanatic on anything, 
 for this is the curse of the world and ever has been. 
 
 Two words that could only be coined in the blackest heart of 
 Hell — Fanatic and Heretic. 
 
 The majority is not always right, tho' the most powerful for 
 the time. 
 
 Don't place all the bad deeds against a man, balance them 
 by finding out the good ones. 
 
 A man who takes an insult from an inferior, and resents it, 
 falls to the same level as the insulter. 
 
 An inferior may insult me, my equal or a real gentleman never 
 will. 
 
 Many women seek notoriety while most men shun it. 
 
 A truly honest and righteous man has hair on the palm of his 
 hand. 
 
 Two friends of a man often ill-used — a dog and a horse. 
 
 Vulgarity leads to brutality. 
 
 Many a man would be rich, if he had a good wife to save what 
 he could not do himself. 
 
 A real womanly girl fond of dolls, usually makes a good mother 
 to her children. 
 
 A real education for girls is to start in the wash tub, and scrub 
 through to the drawing room. 
 
 A man who does wrong has no right to condemn his wife or 
 girl if they do so, to be happy neither should do wrong. 
 
 Before marriage be sure and see your intended in the home 
 and early morning unknown to her. 
 
 A gentleman never cleans his nails in public or at table, one 
 who does would drag his wife and family down to his own 
 level of vulgarity, a public toothpicker is not much better, or the 
 shoe wiping crosslegged car hog. 
 
 I'd rather die poor and beloved, than rich, shunned and cursed. 
 
 Some think they cannot save money, and therefore never try. 
 
 I care not how rich a man gets through me if he treats me 
 
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 kindly, remunerates me fairly, and does not throw me out (after 
 he has used my life for his profits) when I am old and have 
 greater experience. 
 
 Some complain that churches take away their rights and 
 liberties, yet ! they go there and give them their money and in- 
 fluence to do it. 
 
 Had the poor man had the same chance that you had, you 
 might have been his employee, instead of his master! Be kind. 
 
 Better be a mother and a young man's wife than an old man's 
 pet, leading a childless life. 
 
 Better be a healthy old man's wife, than a weak young man's 
 slave. 
 
 The want of beauty and lonely life is no home, children, or 
 husband's love. 
 
 Some men can save money, but can't make it, while some can 
 make it, but can't save it. 
 
 If one business doesn't pan out right, after a real test, quit it 
 and get into another, don't wait till your best part of life is gone. 
 
 A rolling stone may not gather moss, but if clayed it may 
 pick up a gold nugget on its roll. 
 
 Never tell a girl you are not good enough, if you are not, quit! 
 and give the girl a chance. 
 
 Watch out for the high heeled girl, she has small under- 
 standings to walk on. 
 
 Beauty unadorned doesn't mean no clothes, but without frills, 
 feathers, flow^ers, powder and paint. 
 
 A pretty foot, fine hose, fine feathers, fine dress look well, 
 but find out if holes are in her hose, buttons ofif her shoes and 
 pins used where tape and buttons ought to be. 
 
 The chap that show^s his money or throws down a dollar to 
 make you think he has plenty may be only worth $9 per week. 
 
 Don't think a man's cheap buying cheap clothes, cigarettes in- 
 stead of cigars, he may put away what he saves. 
 
 Tho some men like to see women's charms exposed, most wish 
 \\hen they get them for charms that others have not seen. 
 
 The greatest beauty expert is God, and his greatest beautifier 
 is pure cold water for the complexion ; there is no hot water, ex- 
 cept maybe in hades. 
 
 As the flowers are washed and bathed by the mornin's cold 
 dew of God, so flowers on the face of woman are preserved fresh 
 by pure cold dew as water. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 • 
 The man that can please every one has never been born, nor 
 the man without enemies. 
 
 I would rather feed ten men who don't deserve it, than let 
 other two go without, who do ! 
 
 To be good, means to do good, words without works are as 
 dross. 
 
 The grandest picture in the world is a real true wife and 
 mother suckling her offspring at her bosom. 
 
 The miser hoards his wealth, dies a coward and is laughed at, 
 but he is no worse than the spendthrift who dies mocked at, 
 as a fool. 
 
 The Author. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 VOICE OF SENEBO 
 
 'Tis I that speaks, and what I say is true. 
 
 Re ! incarnation clap and trap. 
 
 As sun, and moon, and stars are set, 
 
 And planets, worlds, and spheres. 
 
 Have each their course to run ; 
 
 So, each born thing, has its own counterpart, 
 
 But man, having God within that speaks 
 
 That reasoning power of man. 
 
 Which, if devoted to its growth, his life 
 
 Would nurse and nourish, divine ! the thought 
 
 Can great, and mighty conquests make 
 
 Oftimes, called by Will ! Courage ! Reason, 
 
 Can help to shape the course, 
 
 By mental strain of life itself. 
 
 Speak not of incarnation ; 
 
 'Tis but thy counterpart, thy medium guide 
 
 That guards, and reasons oft with thee. 
 
 The spirit power is God ! for God's all power 
 
 And we but sparks from him. 
 
 Call God spirit, power, divinity ! 
 
 "I am not man, but spirit," 
 
 The Lord God almighty Jehovah 
 
 Super far, that only speaks within 
 
 The whispering galleries of mortal man. 
 
 The same that lifts the leaves of flowers 
 
 That bursts the buds in spring. 
 
 That was once called dead, 
 
 And with the magic touch. 
 
 Turns all to life and beauty. 
 
 The same touch to the child. 
 
 The dogs, the horse, the very fishes. 
 
 That seem to even reason ! 
 
 For as the fish is tempted with a bait. 
 
 So man the mortal is the same. 
 
 Without such force there would be 
 
 No strand and gflorious universe. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 • 
 The souls augmented, with power divine 
 And eyes and ears of mighty power 
 Take oft the care of one of earth, 
 And teaching humans how to work 
 The attributes, that's called unnatural 
 All ! All ! is nature, natural ; 
 For who can doubt the power, 
 When human, born in ignorance 
 And of time, out the pale of thought. 
 Environments, to chill the very soul 
 Comes forth as one born from out, 
 An astral or a super- world ; 
 Tis no reincarnation. 
 Once out of the temple clay. 
 The soul, soars on to ethereal day ; 
 No walls, or locks, or bars, 
 Or prison cell, or dungeon drear. 
 Can hold the spark of God away. 
 How simple is the plan, 
 Of God's own works and forces, 
 With years of toil and duty. 
 As days are as a thousand years, 
 Strength, power, divine, "wisdom," 
 Gotten from a myriad throng is mine. 
 The spirit eye can pierce. 
 
 The strongest walls of iron, steel, stone, or glass. 
 Itself, through these can easily pass. 
 Can see, divine; the thoughts of man 
 And turn to love the unbalanced mind. 
 Why let thy reason conquered be, 
 By subtle stealth, and crime, 
 That saps the fruit of reasoning. 
 Faith ! the word has been cajoled. 
 And trimmed, and fitted to its place, 
 To make men see what to their reason. 
 Would be in sober, mental trim 
 Fantastic, absurd ! high treason. 
 Call it so! for faith is not the proper word. 
 But only used for blinding reason. 
 Seek and ye shall find, 
 Knock and it shall be opened. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Seek what for? the truth, 
 
 For truth is hght, it is the word, 
 
 Truth will make you free. 
 
 Eyes with blinding bandage, 
 
 With all the faith of heaven and earth 
 
 Can not save man from the fall 
 
 That must occur to those whose blind 
 
 Faith to believe, that one man has power 
 
 To purge and cleanse him of his sin. 
 
 Sin is transgression of the law. 
 
 Don't break the law, no sin ye have 
 
 To sin, and other one to save him 
 
 From such committed 'gainst divine. 
 
 Is forgiven, by divine alone. 
 
 Aught else is but the ravings of vulturous men. 
 
 Each man is only man 
 
 And has his part to play upon the stage of life 
 
 For good or ill. 
 
 For retrospect of evil life 
 
 Will fill the soul with dreadful happenings 
 
 When naught can be redone. 
 
 This is thy Hell, oh man. 
 
 Oh, could you once but know. 
 
 The torture and the tears; as if, 
 
 'Twas every nerve and muscle, 
 
 Of thy being held with burning tongs 
 
 The more ten thousand times. 
 
 When by thy spirit soul, can't be amended. 
 
 Depicted by the Rich and Lazarus. 
 
 'Tis soon now, that will be found 
 
 The writings hidden underground. 
 
 To cast the die for God, and God alone, 
 
 And make the creeds and rites 
 
 But so-called heathen mockery. 
 
 Oh, would that I could get thee write 
 
 A thousand pages thus. 
 
 For I have but started on the way 
 
 To liberate and teach the truth, 
 
 The light, the power of God's own works, "Divinity," 
 
 No more for now, farewell, I love, I guard thee. 
 
 SENEBO. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 ANGEL'S RETURN 
 
 Can i, or you (the God within us) the real man or woman 
 after passing out of the temple of the hving God (body) return 
 to earth, or can the intelHgence which is spirit manifest, or 
 transmit, its consciousness to those loved ones left on this earth, 
 and give them by impressions or otherwise the benefit of our 
 great experience on earth as well as our impressions, and ex- 
 perience, obtained by the spiritual evolution ? 
 
 Some of the greatest men alive, and who have passed on, 
 positively state that such can be done. 
 
 The divine Biblical writers aver, that all are on earth endowed 
 with some phase of spirituality or intelligence from the super- 
 natural or spirit world. 
 
 Some are clairaudient, clairvoyant, etc., etc., etc. Our Bible 
 records innumerable cases of spirit return where, here, are too 
 numerous to mention, but all readers must remember the hand 
 that was plainly seen on the wall at the great feast, when it 
 wrote the downfall of the King and his country. Then Moses 
 and Elias talking with Jesus. The angel at the tomb, the angels 
 who visited and wrestled with Abraham &c., &c. And even a 
 child knows by instinct that some one is around it . 
 
 To say we have no guardian angels and no spiritual helpers 
 and counsellors is to deny divinity. 
 
 Every good thing comes from the great God, and can a more 
 potent and glorious good be conceived, than to allow our loved 
 father, mother, brother, sister or other one, who loved us in this 
 world to be given the loving duty with God's help, and power 
 to guide, guard, help and comfort us from the spirit after they 
 have passed on, and been endowed with the power of love divine. 
 
 I love to think, trust, and hope, it is verily so. Leaving this 
 as it stands take your own life, my life, your so-called premoni- 
 tions, etc. Look back and every man must admit the most won- 
 derful things that have happened that to this day remain to him 
 a complex or mystery. A smack on the table, a rap at a door, a 
 voice, death, footsteps, dreams coming true, a knowledge that such 
 a thing would happen that did. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Reason and wisdom say it is true, and we cannot prove it is 
 not. 
 
 I have countless instances, and can't deny it, and no matter 
 who may sneer and jeer it is there. 
 
 If this is so! and it is so! and w^e are under the spiritual or 
 superhuman guidance the question is asked, viz ! 
 
 If others hear and see angel or spirit voices and forms, why 
 can't we? Why can't I see my friends same as mediums can or 
 sense them ? You can ! ! 
 
 The skeptic says I'll believe when I can see the angels or 
 spirits myself, and I want them to appear to me. 
 
 Jesus said to the crowd "ye would not believe if one was raised 
 ^from the dead." They would say it was a fake and no doubt 
 jail him, but the answer to the question is explained by Lord 
 Lytton, that beautiful soul long ago passed on. 
 
 But given to me is this. You must make yourself spiritual, 
 and open to belief, good and harmonious, and not negative, skep- 
 tical, then your spiritual part will draw spiritual things, but if 
 you are not open to receive and feel it's all fraud, and will not 
 believe it. You are out of harmony and never will, tho' I have 
 known such to occur and seen the strong man scared and tremble, 
 so that he could not stand ; such as this is rare but done as proof, 
 and as a warning to the seeker and others. 
 
 To say it is fake or nonsense, you must prove it and until you 
 do, it stands as truth. An imitation don't prove anything. — A 
 friend complained he wanted to see his friends, and could not 
 see why they did not appear, he wanted to see and talk with 
 them and asked for a reason. 
 
 Sitting alone, or with one, or two, in a quiet room or closet 
 (remembering that where two or three are gathered together in 
 my name there am I in the midst of them) thoroughly relaxed 
 and believing and hoping is the best way to get into a harmonious 
 condition, but there is one reason why they may not come. 
 
 I know for a fact, some who are so anxious, if they saw a 
 spirit, they would be so scared they would jump out of the win- 
 dow, and therefore the loved ones knowing that will not appear. 
 You must be spiritually brave, and know that your loved one 
 would not harm you, but loves you more now and would only 
 appear to do you good. 
 
 Such might be brave in a multitude, but there it is more likely 
 
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 to be only seen or sensed by a medium who might give you a 
 message or a test to prove to you. 
 
 Even to the apostles and friends who were waiting in the upper 
 chamber, when he appeared unto them, Jesus did not at once 
 show his full self (materialized) ; he knew they would be afraid 
 so he showed his hand first and as his face appeared he said, "It 
 is I, be not afraid." All had seen him and expected him to ap- 
 pear. So what of us mortals, who are unused to the spiritual? 
 (14 Mat. 26V.) And when the disciples saw him walking on the 
 water they were troubled saying it is a ghost, and they cried out 
 in fear ; but, Jesus spake, saying : "Be of good cheer, it is I ; 
 be not afraid." So spirit wisdom keeps the loved ones to remain 
 within or behind the Veil of Mystery, which makes us humans 
 doubt. 
 
 All are not endowed with spiritual power. Money, pleasure 
 and dress leaves no room, as it did even in the family of Joseph 
 and Mary. 
 
 13 Mat., 54 V. and on : "Jesus, coming into his own country, 
 He taught them in the synagog, and all were astounded and 
 said : 'Whence hath this man, this wisdom and these mighty 
 works ? Is not this the Carpenter's Son ? Is not his Mother 
 called Mary, and his breathren James, and Joseph, and Simon, 
 and Judas, and his sisters, are they not all with us, etc., and 
 they ofifended Him.' "... but Jesus said : "A prophet is 
 not without honor save in his own country, and in his own house, 
 etc." 
 
 "Ye are all the sons of the living God" (Hosea). 
 
 The most momentous question in the world, and one which 
 bigots, fanatics and unbelievers pour out to stamp real spiritual- 
 istic belief as a fraud, as they in the same way killed Jesus — is 
 this, viz. 
 
 If spirit belief is right, and if we live after death and the spirit 
 or intelligence can return, why do they not tell us and send us 
 a real message, what the spirit world is? and whether it is a 
 Heaven of bliss or a Hell of torment. 
 
 Millions have begged for this. Millions cry, I'll believe if they 
 will come and tell us, if so you would want the proof! 
 
 If we were given a spirit, message and proof of eternal life in 
 love, bliss, joy and happiness as soon as we die and no matter 
 when or how we died, the earth would be depopulated. Every 
 
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 man, woman or human who could think would use every con- 
 ceivable means to end their life at once. 
 
 If, on the other hand, we found and knew it would be to an 
 everlasting Hell or punishment for ever, the world would become 
 insane, and the horrors of death would at the pass, surpass the 
 greatest horrors of all Hells conceivable in the minds of man. 
 
 The father departing from the mother would drive her mad, 
 the brother who left his sister, and so on. 
 
 So the all wise creator God of love makes the loved ones dumb 
 to hide his secret workings of his all wisdom, or deprives all of 
 the power to answer a question which we have no right to ask. 
 
 Who art thou, worm of the earth, to know the intelligence and 
 secrets of the Almighty? Let him stand forth if he dare a God, 
 the one living God. 
 
 The Author, ne, "NEFARA." 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 I AM NOT DEAD 
 
 I am not dead ; don't call it so, 
 
 I, who have found the God within. 
 
 Ah ! no I am not dead. 
 
 Tho ! now I lie in silent clay 
 
 Enshrouded by the layman's art, 
 
 I am not dead, e'en tho' you felt 
 
 The touch of cold, cold clay. 
 
 The withered temple has fallen down. 
 
 But, thought, spirit, soul rose far away 
 
 To bliss ! ethereal day. 
 
 Why will you mourn? oh! friend of mine? 
 
 Come, dry thy tears and smile 
 
 At your unknown fear. 
 
 You pause and feel a chill, 
 
 And well you may, for 'tis 
 
 My heated spirit, cooling through 
 
 The azure of nature's earthly zone. 
 
 But, dear one, I am not dead ; 
 
 Yes ! tho' you look upon my placid face 
 
 Looking as if no woe or earthly care 
 
 Had crossed my path ; and say, 
 
 How peaceful is his rest. 
 
 Ah! no I am not dead, 
 
 Nor do I rest or rot, dear one; 
 
 This very day begins my arduous duties. 
 
 Not sitting with a harp, and playing 
 
 Airs of heavenly music's sweetness, 
 
 Ah! no 'tis duty that I do 
 
 To those I loved and now love still more 
 
 Like you, dear friend, I care for all ! 
 
 To watch their footsteps, read the mind. 
 
 But answer ! why this fetich mode. 
 
 Proceedings only fit for those 
 
 Of little sense or wisdom? 
 
 This gloomy scene and gloomy thoughts 
 
 Make me, thy spirit friend, 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Feel cold, chilly and even gloom, 
 
 O'ershadowing that ! that I would do, 
 
 Smile, laugh, but use sane hilarity, 
 
 And know, tho' you have lost 
 
 An earthly brother, in the body clay, 
 
 You've gained a watchful friend forever, 
 
 Till duty calls me far away, 
 
 And you do feel the impulse 
 
 Of all ! your very self. 
 
 I am not dead ; e'en tho' you say 
 
 He cannot hear or speak ; 
 
 Yet do I all, but you, unspiritual, 
 
 Cannot hear or comprehend. 
 
 I talk and whisper to you 
 
 As spirit only can, but you, 
 
 Alas ! you cannot but seldom sense 
 
 The words I speak, or whispers given. 
 
 For if ye were but such, 
 
 You'd see me standing by your side 
 
 Smiling, and with my cheek to cheek, 
 
 And then you'd feel the spirit kiss. 
 
 I am not dead ! 
 
 Oh, horrid words that chained men's lives 
 
 And caused abject submission 
 
 To superstitious fears ; 
 
 For if your eyes were opened 
 
 As apostles were, for once 
 
 You'd see me, your friend of ever. 
 
 As they the Elias and the Christ. 
 
 But no, alas, you cannot yet, 
 
 You cannot understand. 
 
 For the mad'ning rush goes on 
 
 For filthy dross and gold. 
 
 That callows up the very soul 
 
 'Gainst all that's pure, true, divine. 
 
 No time for aught as food to feed 
 
 The Hving soul within, "the God." 
 
 Oh, would that all some time 
 
 Would spare to seek immortal source, 
 
 From whence comes all that's good. 
 
 Oh, no ! I am not dead ! 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 My soul, my real self, has burst the bonds 
 
 As Jesus did ; to those who knew ; 
 
 When He showed himself, 
 
 As when He easily walked 
 
 Through shutters, walls, bars and bolts 
 
 And appeared among the few. 
 
 He knew them well, and knew His power. 
 
 For had He full appeared at first, 
 
 Without some loving warning, 
 
 They all ; yes all, would take affright 
 
 On such a showing; and as I, 
 
 So He! He was not dead. 
 
 But lifting up His hand, materialized, 
 
 And quickly bade them, "Peace, be not afraid," 
 
 And yet again He said, 'T am," be not afraid. 
 
 Oh, curse of wily, crafty, greedy men, 
 
 To chain men's intellect and lives 
 
 By so-called God's religion "Christs," 
 
 Framed and formed to gull for power and ease. 
 
 To drain the hard-earned lucre 
 
 From e'en the horned toiler. 
 
 And chain the intellect, God-given, 
 
 That never, never dies. 
 
 The crafty, so-called saintly writers 
 
 Refuse e'en to allow the talent given to rise. 
 
 While coward man fell prostrate 
 
 At the feet of masked forms as saints ; 
 
 Not daring e'en to think. 
 
 Nor reason dare they use. 
 
 For, blinded well by superstitious fears. 
 
 They fell as prey before the wolves 
 
 Of craft, deceit and superstitious show ; 
 
 For if they did, dire threats avenge, 
 
 Would fall upon their heads and lives. 
 
 And so the world goes on. 
 
 With trembling, fear and awe 
 
 Of a god, so low, so mean, so red, 
 
 That belief in Him, the loving Father, 
 
 Would turn a super-murderer 
 
 And wrack and torture into Hell 
 
 Of lasting fire and fumes of brimstone. 
 
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 Such fear that makes e'en devils laugh 
 
 And reasoning men to scorn and jeer ; 
 
 The loving, Almighty Spirit-Father, 
 
 Full of love, and grace, and truth. 
 
 I am not dead, but see and live. 
 
 Now can I see with spirit eyes 
 
 The blinding fold upon men's eyes. 
 
 I see the ball and chain 
 
 On intellectual force in man. 
 
 Well may so-called demons laugh 
 
 When men believe they die ! 
 
 Dead? till Gabriel blows his horn, 
 
 And then believe that dust returned to dust 
 
 Shall once again renew in vital form. 
 
 Combine to make a living man again ; 
 
 To drag soul to earth, the earthy. 
 
 I know I've proved I am not dead 
 
 And now am proof ; I live again, 
 
 Born again into the ethereal world. 
 
 More quickly than the twinkling of an eye. 
 
 And now to tread, and float, and soar, 
 
 And pass, and work my part 
 
 In spirit plain ; in spirit form ; 
 
 For naught of flesh and blood , 
 
 Can float, soar or walk in space Eternity. 
 
 I am not dead, nor can you be ; 
 
 Come bury the past superstitious growth 
 
 And look, and see, and feel, and know 
 
 Thyself, the God within, that never dies. 
 
 To say I die and waste and rot 
 
 Till Gabriel blows his horn 
 
 Is man's own making, blot. 
 
 'Tis not for me, and not for thee. 
 
 I say again, I am not dead. 
 
 Why start, when all alone within thy closet dark? 
 
 You felt some one was near. 
 
 'Twas true; 'twas I, my inner self 
 
 When you felt cold and chill ; 
 
 'Twas the wafting of my spirit, real self. ^ 
 
 Look well and view the scene, 
 
 For I it was that gave thee spirit kiss 
 
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VOICE. OF SENAM 
 
 That made thee feel, not as mortals do, 
 
 A strange, uncanny feeling this, 
 
 But 'tis the outcome of that love 
 
 I loved thee with on earth. 
 
 I place my arms around thee. 
 
 Thou can'st not feel except to feel the chill. 
 
 Oh, that thou wert but spirit 
 
 So that thou once could see 
 
 And feel the impulse 
 
 Of my loving soul to thee. 
 
 'Tis I, to help, to comfort and to cheer, 
 
 That now you feel, that something's near ; 
 
 For I am not dead, 
 
 I live ! each other lives in its own sphere. 
 
 The greatest tree may fall, 
 
 And rot, and withered be; 
 
 You call it dead, and yet. 
 
 Within the surface of the earth 
 
 It lies for ages and for aye, 
 
 Till man begins to dig and mine 
 
 And finds the wood had turned to stone, 
 
 Or, maybe, into coal or clay ! 
 
 But ah ! it is not dead ; 
 
 For now within itself it has 
 
 A complex of grand and mighty forms. 
 
 And power of mighty force. 
 
 From bitter to the greatest sweetness 
 
 Of oils, or carbon, of gas as well. 
 
 Of colors of the rainbow hues. 
 
 All speak the lie : I cannot die ! 
 
 So is the mortal frame and man. 
 
 As gases from the coal now soars aloft, 
 
 So does the soul of man. 
 
 All upward go, for down only material go. 
 
 To grow, foment and ripen. 
 
 And hasten quick material food 
 
 For grains, for fruits, or flowers ; 
 
 As fertilizing earthly life on Mother Earth, 
 
 For ethereal throes draw on and on, 
 
 And by this done, I am not dead. 
 
 Where lies the deaded stump 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Of yonder grand and noble tree, 
 
 A hundred shoots spring out, about, around 
 
 That old and withered stump, 
 
 Which grow and grow with time 
 
 Till once again, where grew the tree, 
 
 A forest spreads to view. 
 
 A flower may fade and withered be 
 
 And leaves and blossoms fall. 
 
 But from the petal of the flower 
 
 There drop'd the seed to Earth, 
 
 And springs again a flower more fair 
 
 Than e'en the one that withered was. 
 
 With grander blossom and perfume ; 
 
 So, man's spirit, seed, ascends 
 
 To the garden of all God to root and grow 
 
 In greater power, and bask 
 
 In the sunshine and feed on Love Divine, 
 
 The nectar food of souls. 
 
 So Nature, Creator, God, called our Father! 
 
 Mother of us all, of rocks, of earth, 
 
 Of clay, of metals, jewels, all! 
 
 Of life, of planets, suns, and worlds untold. 
 
 Moves each on its own true infinite course, 
 
 And proves all things to me ; 
 
 By every ray of light, of shadow, 
 
 Darkness, bitter herb, or perfume sweet 
 
 Of flowers, of grass, of everything 
 
 That lives, and moves, and breathes, — 
 
 All ! All ! do cry as one, 
 
 I am not dead ! I live ; I live. 
 
 The gentle zephyr that stirs the leaves. 
 
 That gently lifts the smoke to Heaven, 
 
 Cries, as with stronger breath, 
 
 I am not dead. All ! All ! is living ! 
 
 As wind that rises with the sun 
 
 Or moon, and spills a hurricane or storm, 
 
 With rain, or sleet, or snow, 
 
 Mid cloudy skies or sunshine beams. 
 
 Cries louder still, with all their force, 
 
 I am not dead. Life, I'm divine. 
 
 So cheer thy heart and know 
 
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VOICE pF SENAM 
 
 That God, Creator, is then the spark 
 
 Of life that Hves within 
 
 You and every living thing, 
 
 For good, for love of all. 
 
 Open full the gateway of thy soul. 
 
 And list to whisperings of 
 
 That mighty spark that in you lies. 
 
 Oh, cherished thought of love; 
 
 Oh, proof of hope within ! 
 
 Of joy, of bliss, to know that you. 
 
 Thy real inner self, can never, never die, 
 
 But here can come again, to give 
 
 All counsel, cheer and joy, 
 
 Protection, too, by prophetic vein. 
 
 And potent, Magno warnings. 
 
 Gain the safety of thy nearest kin. 
 
 And with that power divine 
 
 Can guard and keep them safe 
 
 From evil and from sin. 
 
 The great triumphant shout 
 
 That echoes from the mountain peak 
 
 And hollow crevice of the cliff. 
 
 Is heard from earth to Heaven : 
 
 I am not dead; I am not dead. 
 
 What mighty truth? what's right? 
 
 Can fail or falter in God's own power? 
 
 What joy, what happiness divine 
 
 To mortals here below. 
 
 To prove, to hold, to know 
 
 That God's works can never die. 
 
 But each in turn must pass away 
 
 In silent, divine, subtle plan 
 
 To ethereal spirit home of bliss ; 
 
 Where we shall tread the path where 
 
 Loving ones before have trod, 
 
 And learned by love the lesson true, 
 
 I am not dead. 
 
 What? Can you doubt one jot? 
 
 Stay ! look upon thy earth. 
 
 The grass, the grain, the fruit, the flowers, 
 
 And all within the bowels or on 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 The face of Mother Earth created; 
 
 See how the grass shoots upwards ; 
 
 See how the flower ope's their buds 
 
 To spirit world, above, below, beyond. 
 
 Go South, go North, go East, go West, 
 
 Above, below ; each springs forth. 
 
 Upward, to the great beyond 
 
 To kiss the rays of light and sun, 
 
 Ethereal float, forever up above. 
 
 The serpent e'en that on his belly crawls. 
 
 Looks up, as all of life, the sun does do. 
 
 Naught shall be lost, all saved. 
 
 In God's own wondrous time and plan. 
 
 Not e'en a sparrow falls, 
 
 Nor yet one hair from off your head, 
 
 But touches the spark of God's immensity. 
 
 Great, glorious spirit power of God ! 
 
 God! God! Good! Good! is All, 
 
 And forms combine the links 
 
 That make the chain of the great 
 
 Unfathomable love of eternity. 
 
 Ring out the joy bells of thy soul ; 
 
 Gaze steady with the eye within, 
 
 And sense and know by thought of mind. 
 
 And wisdom gained by patient toil, 
 
 The rock on which you stand. 
 
 Write on the pages of thy soul 
 
 Sweet spirit's truth ; wisdom's book. 
 
 No creed or better teaching do you need 
 
 Than that which God's teacher gave; 
 
 Impressed by nail-holes in his hands, 
 
 The Golden Rule : Brotherhood of man. 
 
 And as passing under earth's cold sod. 
 
 Spirit arising, proved the Fatherhood of God, 
 
 And as he said, " 'Tis I, be not afraid," 
 
 He proved the libel of the grave. 
 
 The body had by spirit, ta'en away, 
 
 As naught was seen where angels stood. 
 
 But as he stood before them now, 
 
 He proved again the spirit power. 
 
 And tho' they would not then believe. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 Materialized, to show he really lived, 
 
 Proving by Power of God within 
 
 That all things live, as he had said. 
 
 There is no death ; there is no dead ! 
 
 I live ! I live ! and live again. 
 
 Would God create a spirit grand, 
 
 And place within a temple dome, 
 
 His celestial power to trample down 
 
 And smash, and kill, his own, 
 
 The God, the man he gave within 
 
 To crumble and decay. 
 
 Wisdom, reason, thought, and all 
 
 Cries out, 'tis false as false can be ! 
 
 And messages from that fountain free 
 
 Of love, of truth, of Spirit God ! 
 
 Send back the answer again to me, 
 
 Nothing can die that I create. 
 
 Nothing is dead ! 'tis not fate, 
 
 'Tis law, 'tis order, 'tis Infinite. 
 
 Naught can change that I have made. 
 
 For sure as sun, and moon and stars do shine. 
 
 All things I make are true, "Divine." 
 
 Thus all things have each their time 
 
 To generate, live, pass on, and on. 
 
 To their especial clime. 
 
 No waver there, no jar, no jolt. 
 
 Can change the course that I have set ; 
 
 No first, no last; without an end 
 
 Each has its bed, its soil, its pay 
 
 To grow to full fruition in its day. 
 
 And, as God Creator, all did give 
 
 The spirit part of all that live. 
 
 Fixed every star and planet on its way. 
 
 So man the same ! — to hold his sway, 
 
 And tho' a crash appears to break one up. 
 
 Each part finds rest for seed. 
 
 For naught can fall, 
 
 For space. Eternity is without an end. 
 
 The one just law and true, 
 
 The law of life, that never ends. 
 
 "Tis justice, for the Teacher said. 
 
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VOICE OF SENA.M 
 
 "He only sleepeth! He is not dead." 
 
 Oft prayers have risen to those above 
 
 For guidance and for help from Hell, 
 
 Or symbols of all fiery Hells, 
 
 Such blast is rank plantism, 
 
 To gull the dull and darkened mind 
 
 Of those who, 'mid superstitious fears inlaid, 
 
 Heed those dark, treacherous vultures. 
 
 God is not dead. God is all Hfe, 
 
 And thou the same, thy inner self. 
 
 If seeking truth, dear one, I give to you 
 
 The sign marks leading to your God. 
 
 Eternal, Ethereal spirit home and plain. 
 
 Remember first, that God is love, 
 
 And you of reason age know right and wrong. 
 
 Do right, be just, be true, stand firm, 
 
 For none can clear thy soul for thee 
 
 Except thy Father, God ! and God's in thee. 
 
 No ranting creed, or mass, or prayer, 
 
 Or death of others for thy sake. 
 
 E'er friend of thine, or once a foe. 
 
 Can wash away a stain of soul, 
 
 E'en if 'twas only on thy brother. 
 
 For cries of wrong are rocks to thee 
 
 Thyself ! thy inner god does see. 
 
 Live on love and truth, and both combined 
 
 Will support thee to the door of Heaven. 
 
 Live ! as you would like others do, 
 
 Do ! as you would have them do to you : 
 
 This is the rule, the compass gold, 
 
 The square on which all meet. 
 
 Naught have you then to fear 
 
 To die — to pass on to another sphere. 
 
 No life of man or bloody cross 
 
 Can save your spirit, soul. 
 
 But may help you concentrate 
 
 Your mind to good — so done, 
 
 Remember that no bloody dead 
 
 Could or can the loving Father — 'd'one. 
 
 'Tis you alone, by wisdom given, 
 
 Can raise yourself to highest Heaven, 
 
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VOICE gp SENAM 
 
 And say the words often said, 
 
 I am not dead ! I am not dead ! 
 
 'Tis not to rich or noble blood, 
 
 Or nation, kind, color, one alone 
 
 The gates of spirit power are op'ed. 
 
 Gates wide are op'ed to all a home 
 
 And loved ones wait to greet you all, 
 
 And comfort you upon death's call. 
 
 Live right and work at honest gain, 
 
 And live in love, bear joy or pain, 
 
 For love's the key that opens wide 
 
 The gates of spirit that's paradise. 
 
 Here are no poor, no rich, no sham, no pride ; 
 
 All, all, are equal side by side ; 
 
 But those on earth who find the power 
 
 Shall early rise to greater dower. 
 
 Love cannot spurn one living soul 
 
 That's born and in the light ; 
 
 So lead a life of sub-heaven on earth. 
 
 To love, means loved by all in turn, 
 
 And soul in spirit like new birth 
 
 Finds in spirit what it did not learn. 
 
 To ne'er let glittering gold or jewel'd store 
 
 Tempt you from the truthful way, 
 
 •Nor let the snares of creeds entrap 
 
 Thy soul from right and love alway. 
 
 Do your own part by calling in 
 
 To guide you God above, within, 
 
 Then when you leave dying bed 
 
 You then can say : I am not dead ! 
 
 J. Q. D. "Anon." 
 God is a spirit and those that worship Him must worship Him 
 in spirit and in truth. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 AN ANGEL'S WHISPER 
 I love you above all others ; 
 I love you as none other can. 
 I watch, I wait for your coming ; 
 Shall I watch and wait in vain. 
 Ceaseless I'll guard and guide thee, 
 Not for fancy or gain ; 
 For only yourself I love you, 
 I tell you again and again. 
 I love you as birds love the dawning, 
 As the bees the flowers they suck ; 
 I love you, oh so truly ; 
 Oh, but I love you much. 
 Be glad and my soul is happy, 
 Be sad and my soul it sighs ; 
 For I long to comfort you ever 
 Till you reach our spiritual skies. 
 As the morn breaks forth from midnight, 
 As the sun glances o'er the sea, 
 My love, it circles around thee, 
 For you are only for me. 
 How long I've watched and waited, 
 But I do not watch in vain, 
 For the time will come, my darling. 
 When you are mine again. 
 I have cherished you, oh, so fondly, 
 Only as a mother can ; 
 You are mine by right and nature ; 
 You are mine past life's short span ; 
 You are mine forever and ever, 
 As long as eternity's veil. 
 I love you, oh, how I love you, 
 In spirit, on earth, or main. 
 Let me kiss, as I used to kiss you ; 
 Let me feel your beating heart, 
 And hear your tender whispers. 
 Loved one, we ne'er shall part, 
 For I love you, oh, so fondly ; 
 I love you night and day, 
 And only await your coming 
 In the land of spiritual day. j. q. d., 1886. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 FANATIC 
 
 The most dangerous, barbarous, horrible demon on earth is 
 the fanatic, the devil of devils. They are full of self, hate, and 
 revenge to those who disagree with them, and they have caused 
 more blood to flow, more cruelty, destruction, murder, rape, tor- 
 ture, crime, assassinations and abominations than all the pesti- 
 lences of earth. Many will be found in this war coming. 
 
 Fanatics killed and slaughtered the great, the good, the true, 
 the pure. They killed Christ, prophets, kings, queens, princes, 
 nobles, old, young, wives, mothers, daughters, fathers, sons and 
 babies. 
 
 They tortured, robbed, trampled and obliterated the world of 
 freedom and liberty, character, good name, reputation, social and 
 financial standing — all that was good, true and pure, including 
 homes, schools, churches, etc. 
 
 They made and invented every conceivable instrument of tor- 
 ture, waste, destruction and devastation ; made orphans, widows, 
 imbeciles, thieves, spies, thugs, robbers, murderers, assassins and 
 slaves, and gained titles as barons, counts and princes for such 
 deeds and inventions. 
 
 Fanatics are any fiends of selfish power, will or belief, that they 
 are right and all others wrong, and who compel others to bow 
 down to their will ; thoroughly imbued with their own believed 
 ideas and superior wisdom and superiority, together with great 
 greed, jealousy and selfishness in the homes, business, church, 
 state or politically. 
 
 Their law is truly "Intolerance by Selfishness." 
 
 J. Q. D., 1912. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 TEACHING 
 
 Make your children acquainted with temptation and show them 
 the cause and effect. 
 
 Teach them true temperance in all things and see that every- 
 thing they eat, drink or use is good and pure. 
 
 Let them see that truly temperate means manhood, a high, 
 strong standard; will power that can resist temptation of all 
 over indulgences always and everywhere. 
 
 Teach them never to be treated, as they put themselves under 
 an obligation, and that it is an insult. 
 
 Teach them to live rightly and honestly ; that selfishness and 
 intemperance in anything is a disgrace and a crime. 
 
 That others have the same rights and liberties as they; that 
 others are as good as they are, and some better, so that they will 
 never get big-headed, but stimulate them to supersede the best. 
 
 That to cheat or do wrong will be repaid with interest from 
 the physical or spiritual, and that remorse in after life is worse 
 than Hells ever depicted. 
 
 Teach them to be gentlemen in the true sense, not barbarians, 
 like cruel, vulgar animals, and never to make an enemy. 
 
 That kindness, honesty and love is the soul of a true gentle- 
 man, and the commonest man can be one. That politeness and 
 good manners are the outer garments of such, bringing honor and 
 uplift, and is a pattern not only to them but to those around 
 them, viz : to inspire ambition to imitate. 
 
 That manners are essential to good breeding at table, seated, 
 standing, calling, visiting, lounging, at the desk, in church, house 
 or school. That boisterousness is vulgar. 
 
 That they have no more rights than another has. 
 
 The Author. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 WAR 
 
 And now dread, bloody war disturbs the world and scenes and 
 thoughts of such does curdle up the blood of those who gaze 
 upon the horrors of the ghastly sight. 
 
 'Tis war that has been since the world began. 'Tis true when 
 earthly eyes see but the shivering, trembling leavings of the 
 seeming wanton carnage, the broken down or crumbling ruins 
 of christian pillars and the merciless destruction of noble archi- 
 tectures, of monuments of art, learning and treasure, the mind 
 is staggered. 
 
 Or again, one sees the wounded, slaughtered, crippled, or 
 greater still, the sightless mass ; the so-called dead by wanton 
 murder, and these gloated o'er by ghouls, robbing murderers, or 
 wolves of daring. Pomp, greed, barbarous, might; but 'tis not 
 by human eyes and minds the wonders of external, infinite forces 
 works or sees. 
 
 For them, out of the chaos, stands up grand and noble spirit 
 monuments eternal of love, greater than ten thousand years of 
 peace could e'er create, and sees such lift the world, far, far 
 above the lowly plain of human thought. 
 
 Thou cans't not see, but we with eyes astral can pierce the 
 recesses of all human world ; can see and point ye to the noblest 
 work of God. That good, the brotherhood of man, whose cor- 
 ner stones are Freedom, Liberty and Love. 
 
 The hate, repetitions, curses, fanatic feelings of human minds 
 are sunk and show that bitterest foe does fight for love of those, 
 their once bitterest foes, and stake their very life, their all, to 
 shield and crush opponents so callous cruel. 
 
 A shot, a wound, a shell, or e'en by shot or shell they meet 
 their so-called death. 'Tis but once to die, to pass from earth 
 to everlasting life eternal. 
 
 Sweet is the thought, sweet the death that passes out in glory 
 on field of honor, so that others live or freed may be from 
 tyrant's yoke or passion's prey. 
 
 Along the vista of spirit shore stands there an army, spirits 
 power with outstretched arms and regal crowns of love and 
 honor for those noble ones who flutter up to God's immensity 
 through the black abyss of night called death, to finite day of 
 bliss realities. Peace, peace, can there be peace while tyrants, 
 scofifers, "trample love with heel of hellish scorn and torture, is 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 but the vain bleating of a coward (self) the motif' of an elf 
 despair. 
 
 To stand with life and hope, with prospects bright with love, 
 comfort, peace and joy while wanton, cruel, bloody masters 
 trample brothers down is lowest cowardice, when he, thy brother, 
 hath no sin committed, but lived in fellowship and love to all 
 within their sacred homes and lands. Monstrous, wanton, cruel 
 it is, and their blood cries out from ends of earth to farthest 
 border of finite shore for succor and for help. 
 
 For such to fight and die is worth a kingdom's crown, for 'tis 
 here the hero's born of noblest blood with spirit of an angel's 
 self, shows up through all the worlds untold to Heaven itself 
 there is the brotherhood of man. 
 
 And such shows the spirit of the God within each human tem- 
 ple, for when thoughts of justice, right and truth, gifts of our 
 wise Creator to the human born, shows true the fatherhood of 
 God (the spirit). 
 
 No greater love on earth, or in Heaven itself, than that love 
 that gives its life on battlefield for brothers, friends, the same 
 as Christ, our brother man. 
 
 No diadem compares to life given for brother man who loves 
 his neighbor as himself. 
 
 J. Q. D., 1914. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 THE COWARD 
 
 Oh ! wanton coward of a mother born, 
 Ingrate to all around thy path. 
 Fell stench to nostrils of nobler birth. 
 Love, conscience, hast thou none? 
 Craven is thy sodden mind ; 
 Thy marrow drawn and dried, 
 Till soul itself refuse to stand 
 Upright within thy castle dome. 
 Go ! hide thy shameless face 
 And cover thy eyes that sees 
 Honor, justice, right, all that's true. 
 Coward ! filth lines thy arteries, 
 Benumbed thy heart's become; 
 Frail are thy sinews ; muscles none. 
 A pity 'tis that thou wert born. 
 Scared, revolting shame lines 
 Cover all thy covert face. 
 For love or pity hast thou none ; 
 For if 'twas so you'd gird upon 
 Those loins of thine an armor 
 Priceless far than purest rubies, 
 And on thy breast would wear 
 Faithful, true, brave defense. 
 But no ; thou will lean upon 
 And cast thy coward self upon 
 The manhood of the true, the brave. 
 And take from off his bounty 
 That thou shouldst earn thyself. 
 Thou wouldst craven, fawn and hide 
 Behind the valiant arm 
 And noble form till the brave 
 Has swept away the thing 
 Thou cowers and frightest at. 
 Traitor thee, that being 'fraid 
 Would give e'en thy protector 
 To slaughter, or to Hell itself. 
 To serve, protect thy coward self. 
 
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 J- Q- D. 
 
VOICE OF SEN AM 
 
 THE GAME OF LIFE 
 
 This life is but a game of cards, which mortals have to learn; 
 Each shuffles, cuts and deals the pack, and each a trump doth turn ; 
 Some bring a high card to the top and others bring a low — 
 Some hold a hand quite flush of trumps, while others none can 
 show. 
 
 Some shuffle with a practiced hand and pack their cards with care, 
 So they may know, when they are dealt, where all the leaders are ; 
 Thus fools are made the dupes of rogues, while rogues each 
 
 other cheat, 
 And he is very wise, indeed, who never meets defeat. 
 
 When playing some throw out the ace, the counting cards to save, 
 Some play the deuce, and some the ten, but many play the knave ; 
 Some play for money, some for fun, and some for worldly fame, 
 But not until the game's played out can they count up their game. 
 
 When hearts are trumps we play for love, and pleasure rules the 
 
 hour, 
 No thoughts of sorrow check our joy in beauty's rosy bower; 
 We sing, we dance, sweet verses make, our cards at random play, 
 And while our trump remains on top our game's a holiday. 
 
 When diamonds chance to crown the pack, the players stake their 
 
 gold, 
 And heavy sums are lost and won by gamblers young and old ; 
 Intent on winning, each his game doth watch with eager eye 
 How he may see his neighbor's cards and beat him on the sly. 
 
 When clubs are trumps, look out for war on ocean and on land ; 
 For bloody horrors always come when clubs are held in hand. 
 Then lives are staked instead of gold, the dogs of war are freed — 
 Across the broad Atlantic now see clubs have got the lead. 
 
 Last game of all is when the spade is turned by hand of Time ; 
 
 He always deals the closing game in every age and clime. 
 
 No matter how much each man wins, or how much each man 
 
 saves, 
 The spade will finish up the game and dig the players' graves. 
 
 J. Q. D., "Curtis." 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 AMERICAN RED, WHITE AND BLUE 
 
 'Tis the flag of our country, 
 
 And long may it wave 
 O'er the home of the free 
 
 And the land of the brave ; 
 For its stars and its stripes 
 
 Is the flag of the true. 
 So up with Old Glory, 
 
 The Red, White and Blue. ' 
 
 Our fathers and brothers 
 
 Fought under its folds, 
 And conquered and bled 
 
 In days gone of old ; 
 And to-day we are ready 
 
 When called on to stand 
 Shoulder to shoulder. 
 
 And hand unto hand. 
 
 'Tis a terror to all 
 
 Who try to oppress. 
 And many's the free man 
 
 This flag it does bless. 
 For its stars and its stripes 
 
 Is the flag of the true. 
 So up with Old Glory, 
 
 The Red, White and Blue. 
 
 It waves o'er the land, 
 
 It floats o'er the main ; 
 Its folds are unsullied 
 
 With never a stain ; 
 For its stars and its stripes 
 
 Is the flag of the true. 
 So up with Old Glory, 
 
 The Red, White and Blue. 
 
 J. Q. D., "Curtis." 
 
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VOICE OF SKNAM 
 
 HIS MYSTERIOUS WAY 
 
 There's the flash of fiery Hghtning, 
 There's the crash of thunder loud, 
 There's rain in torrents pouring, 
 There is darkness all around. 
 
 'Tis God in his fiery lightning, 
 'Tis His Voice in the thunder's roll, 
 Blessings are in the downpour, 
 'Tis a call to the darkened soul. 
 
 'Tis a word of His Power so mighty, 
 'Tis a warning all must heed, 
 'Tis a note of His Omnipotence, 
 'Tis to show our finite need. 
 
 Like the flash of lightning falling, 
 So His Love to all is bent. 
 As His thunder rolls around us, 
 So His call to us is sent. 
 
 J. Q. D., 1912. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 IMMORTAL SELF 
 
 Softly, gently, still and silently, 
 
 As zephyr playing o'er a sunlight beam, 
 
 Falls the Voices of our Loved ones gone before, 
 No fancy theme, but draws sweet Reason's 
 
 Sun o'er all our Souls and Visions sight. 
 
 Oh ! so bright and everlasting fair. 
 
 Nor earth, nor sky, nor planet rare, 
 Nor moon, nor sun so dazzlingly bright. 
 
 Can e'er compare to thoughts divine. 
 Wafted to our grasping mind. 
 
 By spirit souls of light. 
 The living also as the Souls called dead. 
 
 Reveal to us continued truths 
 Of that Soul Life hereafter, 
 
 And life that is within our Mortal frame. 
 As the great, and loving teacher taught us. 
 
 So he unfolds the simple truths. 
 
 So we may know we are. 
 The Sons of God, our Souls Immortal (self). 
 
 J. Q. D., 1909. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 MAN'S FRIEND 
 
 There's a friend, who is silent and meek, 
 
 Works, day in and day out of each week. 
 
 Few, who appreciate all he does do, 
 
 Few, are the comforts he gets as his due. 
 
 In sunshine, or rain, or sleet, or in snow 
 
 No coward is he, always ready to go 
 
 For the sick or the dying — you need only speak 
 
 He is off like the wind some succor to seek. 
 
 He'll go with a will, far, far till he drops 
 
 Doing his duty without any stops. 
 
 To children he's gentle and meek as a lamb, 
 
 Stands to be petted and fed from their hand. 
 
 In a race, he always tries hard to win, 
 
 Simply doing his duty ; his praises I sing. 
 
 Up hill and down dale, o'er crag or through creek, 
 
 When his master can't see, he safety can seek. 
 
 In circus parade, wherever he's seen. 
 
 Nobility stamps him a king ; ever been 
 
 O'er prairies, or passes on park drives serene. 
 
 No beauty compares with him mid the green. 
 
 With pack on his back, he o'er trails often roams 
 
 Oft times he goes hungry, ne'er letting out groans. 
 
 In war, when the bugle calls to the strife. 
 
 He's ready and panting to rush with his life 
 
 Into the thickest, where shot rains like hail. 
 
 He carries the soldier to death or to gain. 
 
 No traitor is he who ever refused 
 
 To rush on the enemy, to win or to lose. 
 
 Death has no terrors, none known to his mind 
 
 To him, gentle reader, to this friend of mankind, 
 
 Be kind and be merciful, never use force. 
 
 He'll do all your bidding, this friend, a "Horse." 
 
 J. g. D., 1902. 
 
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VOICE OF SENAM 
 
 I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU 
 
 You say that you do love me 
 
 And ever will be true. 
 
 I do not mean to doubt you, 
 
 But don't want you to rue. 
 
 Today, I feel you love me, 
 
 But a day may sometime be 
 
 When hearts are tried and tempted. 
 
 Are you sure no change there'll be ? 
 
 Refrain : 
 I tell you that I love you 
 From you I'll never part 
 I ne'er could love another 
 To break your loving heart. 
 Tho' all the world were offered — 
 Gold, riches, even fame — 
 I'll love you, true for ever, 
 Till Death shall call my name. 
 
 When fortune smiles upon you 
 I know you'll love the same. 
 Today you love me truly 
 More than the day you came. 
 What if fortune fails us, Dearie, 
 And the Wolf stands at the door. 
 Will you love just the same then ; 
 Ask your heart, if you are sure? 
 
 Tho' all the wolves of hunger 
 Stand out our cottage door, 
 And all seems dark and dreary, 
 I'll love you more and more. 
 Your love is all I ask, Dear, 
 For courage, hope and cheer 
 To win my own life's battle; 
 So, Darling, have no fear. 
 
 T. Q. D., 1909. 
 
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VOICM OF S1':NAxM 
 
 'MY LOVE IS THE SAME WHEREVER I RE" 
 
 'Tis years since I left you, 
 My darling, my own, 
 To travel the wide world, 
 Far, far, from our home ; 
 But, wherever I've wandered, 
 On land or on sea, 
 My love is the same 
 Wherever I be. 
 
 Refrain : 
 In tempest or sunshine, 
 My love, I am true ; 
 No fading of love 
 With aught that I do ! 
 I've loved you, I've loved you, 
 Sweet ever to me ; 
 No change in my love — 
 My love is for thee ! 
 
 The token you gave me, 
 I'll ne'er with it part ; 
 It speaks of your own love. 
 Dear, true from your heart. 
 And seems to repeat 
 Like an echo to me, 
 "My love is the same 
 Wherever I be !" 
 
 I soon will return, love ; 
 No more will I roam. 
 Coming to claim you 
 As my very own, 
 And prove for all time. 
 When my bride you will be, 
 My love is the same 
 Wherever I be. 
 
 J. Q. D.. 1897. 
 
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