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 FLORENCE M. BAILEY 
 
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A TRUE RECORD 
 
 OF MY 
 
 Psychic Dreams and Visions 
 
 BY 
 
 FLORENCE M. BAILEY 
 
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 JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA 
 
 THE HERMETIC PUBLISHERS 
 
 1919 
 
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 COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY 
 
 FLORENCE M. BAILEY 
 
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Unfoldment 
 
 The only source of joy and happiness 
 
 Lies in the concept of the infinite; 
 
 All sorrow, pain — all weariness and woe — 
 
 Proceed from out the sense of finitude. 
 
 The lark soars high in heaven's ether blue, 
 
 And sings in joyous strain inspired by love; 
 
 So darts the shining habitant of seas, 
 
 Inspired to action by the same great power — 
 
 The Love that rules the universe, expressed 
 
 In myriad forms of force and energy, 
 
 Which consciously we receive as life, 
 
 Finds its completeness in itself with joy, 
 
 In recognition of omnipotence — 
 
 Its power to quaff forever from this ocean 
 
 Of endless bliss, in ever deeper draughts, 
 
 Without diminishing the vast supply 
 
 By so much as a single drop. 
 
 O mortal in thy narrow, worldly life, 
 
 Staked in by limitations on all sides, 
 
 Remove the barriers one by one. Look forth 
 
 To see the glory of the everlasting! 
 
 Why dost thou clutch with feverish eagerness 
 
 Mere things of dust — moth-eaten, worn with rust, 
 
 Possessions, so-called, psuedo, illusionary, 
 
 These separate the soul from the life of God, 
 
 From the great, eternal Verity. 
 
 To e'en approach this sanctuary divine 
 
 Man must unload these false accumulations — 
 
 Must recognize the All as his supply 
 
 Of which he freely helps himself — no beggar, 
 
 No piteous, whining hypocrite on knees, 
 
 Kowtowing like a slave before some tyrant — 
 
 But Lord of all this universe created 
 
 For him, by him — for is he not God's thought? 
 
 The mind, an atom in the brain of God, 
 
 Thinks out the problems of divinity. 
 
 Each sense, the soul-throb of infinity, 
 
 Reveals to us the character divine. 
 
 Nor may we separate mankind a moment 
 
 From the great and universal mystery. 
 
 As well attempt to separate the song 
 
 From singer, or picture from the painter. 
 
 The idea and expression both are one. 
 
 Whence comes inharmony or separation? 
 
 It comes alone from unillumined thought; 
 
 Its purpose is to serve a final union 
 
 And give the soul a deeper consciousness 
 
 Of love and truth and beauty. 
 
 To bring it face to face with the absolute — 
 
 Unfolding ever nearer, clearer views 
 
 Of life, revealing ever higher truth 
 
 And understanding of the Infinite. 
 
Preface 
 
 The following reminiscences are not written 
 for the purpose of proving psychism. Plenty of 
 books of this kind are available, if one desires to 
 read them. But really I consider the time and 
 effort wasted which is spent in trying to rational- 
 ize spiritism, that is, to put spiritual phenomena 
 on what is termed a reasonbale basis; because, 
 paradoxical as it may seem, nothing in the uni- 
 verse is quite as unreasonable as the reasoning 
 mind. 
 
 When we attempt to judge spirit by mind, we 
 are placing the witness on the bench and the judge 
 in the docket, thus exactly reversing the process 
 by which it is possible to arrive at the true ver- 
 dict. The primitive mind — the mind of the 
 world — is ignorant, superstitious and skeptical, 
 distrusting everything it cannot perceive by the 
 ordinary five senses, and yet continually cherish- 
 ing the most absurd fancies in relation to that 
 which is beyond the range of its limited percep- 
 tion. The human mind is simply an organism, a 
 growth, an instrument, we might say, in process 
 of development. It is a creature, the creator of 
 which is the human soul. How is it possbile that 
 the creature should comprehend the creator? 
 
 The time spent in trying to reconcile the ex- 
 istence of the soul with the facts and experiences 
 of life, as they appear externally, had far better 
 be spent in quieting the turbulent activity of the 
 sensuous mind with its distorted beliefs and false 
 judgments, and in contemplation of that wonder- 
 ful potency, the soul, at the center of being — the 
 well-spring of intelligence, of love, and of joy — 
 of all, in fact, except negative conditions and 
 appearances. 
 
 For myself, I have never needed any outside 
 proof of psychism, having had sufficient demon- 
 stration of it in my own visions and dreams. My 
 visions were all seen while wide awake, while my 
 dreams and astral-flights occurred, of course, 
 
VI 
 
 PREFACE 
 
 during slumber. This, to me, was more than suf- 
 ficient proof. All might have the same evidence, 
 if they would free themselves from superstition 
 and become imbued with the proper faith. 
 
 The soul of man is an unfathomable reservoir 
 of power, directly connected with Omnipotence. 
 The lever which lifts the gates of this reservoir, 
 causing an inflow of spiritual energy and illumi- 
 nation, is FAITH. Thus, by the possession and 
 application of faith alone, one comes into the 
 realization of transcendant spiritual powers, of 
 which earthly powers are but faint reflections. 
 
 Faith is the immaculate offspring of a free 
 mind. To bring forth the child, FAITH, and rear 
 it to maturity is a purely volitional process, which 
 requires the most unwearied devotion. In the 
 silence alone, through meditation on the mystery 
 within, one gains this illumination ; and Faith, the 
 Christ Power, unfolds spontaneously like the 
 petals of the lotus plant blossoming deep within 
 the shadow of the silent pool. Only by unveiling 
 this mystery of the being is it possible to know 
 the self. 
 
 How wide of the path, then, is the popular 
 conception of education and enlightenment, which 
 consists in running hither and thither, seeking 
 information of this one and that, delving in 
 libraries, searching everywhere for scientific 
 authorities! To supply this feverish demand of 
 mankind for external knowledge, we have an army 
 of teachers, preachers, lawyers, doctors and other 
 professionals busy with the invention or formula- 
 tion of multifarious theories and antagonistic 
 doctrines. 
 
 A few are thus deputized to do the thinking for 
 the masses, and whatever opinions they advance 
 the masses are ready to accept and pay for. All 
 this is simply a chaotic swirl of elemental brain- 
 forces which might be compared to a forest tree 
 under the influence of passing winds. It twists 
 and turns in a thousand ways, but all this, as we 
 
PREFACE vii 
 
 know, has positively nothing to do with its growth 
 or real expression, unless it be to check or im- 
 pair it. 
 
 The deification of the human mind, and the 
 consequent belief in the actual creative power of 
 thought, may be regarded as the fundamental 
 error of human concept today. The truth is, mind 
 is a creature and thought a product. The master- 
 principle of all is the spirit, overshadowing all, 
 enveloping all, bringing all into manifestation. 
 Laboring under the delusion that "All is mind," 
 and that mental acquisition is the end of wisdom, 
 people attend schools and universities and stow 
 away on the shelves of that wonderful faculty, 
 memory, a vast scrap-heap of material facts or 
 hypotheses. Thus they go through life burdened 
 with what is called education, and pass away as 
 ignorant as horses of the true wisdom, which they 
 might have developed from within without any 
 of this superficial study and strenuous exercise 
 of grey matter. 
 
 Behind the shell of mere things — character- 
 ized as objective facts — is hidden the Spirit of 
 which ALL things visible and tangible are mere 
 projections. It is with this spirit of nature and 
 the world, this mystic, unknown and mentally un- 
 cognizable entity back of all expression in nature 
 and art, that one must come en rapport if he 
 would understand himself and his relation to 
 existence. 
 
 To attempt to uproot the prejudices of a mind 
 buried in its superstitions is a Herculean task. 
 To talk of spiritual unfoldment to such a darkened 
 mind is like casting a wreath of white lilies upon 
 the black current of a sewer. Yet the world is 
 created by spirit and ruled by spirit and through 
 the constant illumination of spirit every individual 
 soul must ultimately be brought into the full light 
 of understanding. Those who are so fortunate as 
 to have seen the Great Light and progressed a 
 little way on the- path will become, when they ad- 
 
viii PREFACE 
 
 vance far enough, the standard bearers of the 
 TRUTH which is to redeem the world. No re- 
 former can do more than speak the word. Christ 
 said, "Sow thy seed in the morning, and in the 
 evening withhold not thine hand." He also declares 
 that much of this seed will fall on stony places, 
 and that little is liable to find a congenial soil 
 wherein it can take root and grow. Before I took 
 my pen in hand to execute this work, I was ad- 
 monished that a few hungry souls throughout the 
 world were waiting for a message such as this. 
 To these, this little book is dedicated with the 
 love of the new-born, Living Christ, a love which 
 passeth understanding. 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
My Early Unfoldment 
 
 The Sabbath bells a gladsome message rang. 
 While heavenly hosts responsive chorals sang; 
 Bedecked with multicolored flowers, the eartn 
 Its incense wafted welcoming the birth. 
 The hour had struck, no time nor circumstance 
 Could wait or halt the spirit's swift advance. 
 
 In order to fully explain the unfoldment of my 
 psychic powers, it will be necessary for me to give 
 a brief sketch of my early childhood, during which 
 period these powers began to manifest so nat- 
 urally that I was, for a long time, unaware that 
 there was anything unusual or abnormal about 
 them whatever. Some years elapsed before some 
 of my early visions came to pass, and it was then 
 that it began to dawn upon me that I was clair- 
 voyant, having a power of inner sight, which ordi- 
 narily people do not seem to possess. 
 
 I was born of a poor, but respectable family, in 
 the little town of St. Denis, near Southampton, 
 England. I was the fourth child, having two older 
 sisters and a brother at the time of my birth. It 
 appears that none of us were very welcome. My 
 father cared little for children; they were an an- 
 noyance to him, and my mother was quite too 
 young to realize her responsibilities in the care of 
 a family, being scarcely seventeen at the time of 
 her marriage; besides, she had, just to satisfy the 
 earnest wishes of her parents, given up ambitions 
 for a stage career, something which, no doubt, 
 had a contributory influence upon her indifference 
 to rearing a family. 
 
 Be this as it may, I succeeded in arriving one 
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10 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 bright Sunday morning, while the church bells 
 were pealing their gladsome praises, and the sun- 
 shine was diffusing its genial warmth over the 
 blossoming heaths of early summer. Perhaps all 
 this gladsomeness was a special setting for my 
 welcome into this world, but it appeared to me 
 later that I was quite an unwelcome guest in the 
 home to which I had been attracted, less welcome 
 than if I had been a boy. In some quarters of the 
 globe girl babies are at a decided discount, being 
 regarded as superfluities — so many more mouths 
 to feed without prospect of recompense. In China, 
 I presume I would have been buried alive ; as it 
 was, I was permitted to live by sufferance, an 
 incumbrance thrust upon my poor parents by 
 providence, which they would rid themselves of as 
 soon as the law would allow. 
 
 In some way I seem to have been an oddity, 
 unlike the general run of children. It is difficult 
 to say in just what respect this was so, but appar- 
 ently it was this that incited the dislike and an- 
 tagonism which my parents and others displayed 
 toward me. I was always conscious of being 
 extremely sensitive, and such slighting and 
 abusive treatment as I was accustomed to receive 
 from different members of my family preyed 
 upon me, and kept me in a sad, rebellious mental 
 condition for the greater part of the time. This 
 naturally isolated me very much, so that, unpleas- 
 ant as the circumstances were, they supplied a 
 necessary condition for my psychic unfoldment at 
 a very early age. 
 
 When I was between four and five years of age, 
 as I can distinctly remember, I began to "see 
 things." Every night on going to bed I would 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 1 1 
 
 beg sister to stay awake until I had fallen asleep, 
 but she would only slap me and call me a silly, 
 a little nuisance, and apply other opprobrious 
 epithets, to which I grew accustomed. 
 
 Night after night I would wake up to see the 
 form of a man standing on the bed, and I would 
 punch sister and beg of her to make him go away. 
 "Oh, hush and go to sleep!" she would angrily 
 exclaim ; "you are only dreaming — you have the 
 nightmare!" Still, every night the same man 
 appeared as natural as life. 
 
 One night, shortly after this, I awoke with a 
 start. Something had fallen in the room. I sat 
 up in bed, stark and still, and there was the very 
 same man that had so long haunted my bedside 
 getting in at the window. I tried to scream, but 
 my tongue clove to my mouth, and I was unable 
 to utter the slightest sound, nor could I move a 
 muscle. The man appeared not to notice us in 
 bed at all, but walked straight over to the dressing 
 table, eagerly scanning the articles it contained. 
 Evidently not finding anything he wanted there, 
 he pulled out the drawers one after another, scat- 
 tering their contents over the floor. He then 
 helped himself to various trinkets, and walked out 
 into another room. 
 
 During all this performance I could neither 
 move nor speak. I sat as if petrified. In a few 
 moments the man came back again to the dresser, 
 picked up a bunch of keys and disappeared. A 
 moment later I heard the back door slam, and I 
 knew he had gone. Then I began to cry, and 
 sister, turning over, ejaculated crossly: "Do hush 
 and go to sleep!" Between my sobs, I managed 
 to tell her that I had seen a man in the room turn- 
 
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 ing out the dresser drawers, whereupon she got 
 up to look, but finding nothing whatever amiss, 
 gave me the customary slap, telling me to go to 
 sleep and stop my silly dreaming. In the morn- 
 ing mother was as usual informed of my silly 
 actions and I received a few more slaps. Finally 
 I made up my mind to keep all such things to 
 myself and say nothing. To this resolution I 
 afterward adhered for a long time. 
 
 About a week after my seeing the man enter 
 the window and go through the dresser, mother 
 and some friends went out calling, and while she 
 was gone the house was robbed. An entrance was 
 gained through the back yard, as some one had 
 carelessly left a bunch of keys in the door. We 
 arrived home from school just as the policeman 
 who had been investigating the robbery emerged 
 from the house. After this, I saw the man at the 
 foot of the bed no more. 
 
 A Vision of the New World 
 
 On eagle pinions taking flight, 
 The spirit, borne across the main, 
 
 Beholds the future clear and bright, 
 Viewing scenes to be seen again. 
 
 ***** 
 Soon after this, we moved to Southampton 
 into a very pretty little, red brick cottage on 
 John street, just a short distance from Queens 
 Park. This park covered about twenty-five acres 
 of ground and was surrounded with an eight-foot, 
 iron-rail fence, having gates at the entrance which 
 were always closed and locked at night. Of this 
 park, which was used by the children as a meet- 
 ing place and playground, with its splashing foun- 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 1 3 
 
 tains, and its beautiful flower-beds and green 
 hedges, for which England is so noted, I shall al- 
 ways treasure a most pleasant memory. The 
 north side of the park overlooked the bay, and 
 to the west were situated the big ship docks where 
 many American and other foreign vessels made 
 their regular visits. 
 
 To us children, this park was naturally a most 
 interesting place, and whenever I could possibly 
 escape the duties of child-nursing and steal away 
 a few moments, I would scamper off to the park. 
 Such moments, I can assure you, were very scarce. 
 During all my young life, I was more or less of 
 a drudge. Every year or two brought a new baby 
 into the home, and as soon as one of us reached 
 our tenth or eleventh year, we were sent out as 
 maid or servant in some family. My two older 
 sisters having been thus disposed of, the care 
 of the younger ones devolved upon me, and my 
 duties at home were so onerous that I was cer- 
 tainly glad when it came my turn to go out as 
 nurse girl also, though, as some of my later ex- 
 periences proved, it was like jumping out of the 
 frying pan into the fire. Altogether, I had prac- 
 tically nothing in my young life to make me happy, 
 nor can I look back to my childhood days with 
 any feeling of pleasure. 
 
 One night, when about seven years of age, I 
 dreamed a strange dream. I was sitting out in 
 the yard sewing, when on looking up I saw a large 
 eagle flying over, and followed him for a long 
 ways until he disappeared in the distance. Upon 
 looking around, I observed that I was in a strange 
 land. "What peculiar houses !" I exclaimed, 
 
14 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 "houses built of wood!" I had never seen such 
 houses before. Then I looked, and I was standing 
 upon a most wonderful strip of beach along the 
 ocean. The sun was shedding its warm rays all 
 around, and yet here and there were to be seen 
 white drifts, the evidence of recent snow storms. 
 All this was more strange to me, as I had actually 
 never seen snow. I walked up the beach quite a 
 distance, until I saw myself about to be overtaken 
 by the rapidly incoming tide, when at some little 
 distance to one side, I perceived an old barn-like 
 structure, to which I made my way. Looking 
 about, I saw that the place I had entered had evi- 
 dently at one time been a beautiful estate, but 
 now it was closed and deserted, with no signs of 
 its having been occupied for a long time. I was 
 reflecting that there must be something unusual 
 about the place, but the mystery was not then to 
 be solved, for I awoke with a start. It was all a 
 dream ! 
 
 Two months later mother received a letter 
 from a brother living in America, in which he gave 
 such glowing accounts of the prosperity of the 
 country that mother and father both decided it 
 would be a most wonderful place in which to live, 
 a far better place than England. Thereupon, 
 father packed up and sailed for American shores, 
 mother and seven children following a year later. 
 
 We had lived in America eight years, when 
 one of my friends who had moved to Boston, 
 Mass., sent me an invitation to come and make her 
 a visit, which I did. One day during the January 
 thaw, we took a trip down to the famous beach, 
 now known as the Lynn Boulevard. Imagine my 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 1 5 
 
 surprise when I looked around and recognized ad- 
 joining the beach the identical old barn and estate 
 of my former dream. I was so overcome with 
 surprise for a few moments that I could not speak. 
 Then I told Mrs. M — , my companion, that I had 
 seen all this before. We sat down on the red 
 rocks, and I related my childhood dream. I will 
 here add, that to complete the truthfulness of the 
 dream, there in the crevices of the rocks, and 
 scattered elsewhere against the sides of the old 
 sea-wall, were patches of ice and snow, exactly 
 as I had seen them. She then went on to tell me 
 that this old estate belonged to heirs who would 
 never live there, as the former owner had com- 
 mitted suicide. The place was said to be haunted. 
 So they had closed it up and gone away, and had 
 never returned. 
 
 Since the time of my early visit there, the old 
 buildings on the place have all been torn down and 
 a beautiful sea-wall constructed, so that today it 
 forms one of the finest boulevards and beaches in 
 the country. Thus was my early dream of visiting 
 America verified, and the mystery of the old 
 estate cleared up. 
 
 My Guiding Star 
 
 From out the glittering galaxy of stars 
 Appears the bright and stately unicorn 
 
 To light the darkened world and break thro' bars, 
 Of Luna's radiance thus new hope is born. 
 * * * * * 
 
 Fortunes were not to be picked up in the 
 streets of America, as we had been led to believe 
 in the old country, and my parents found it hard 
 to feed so many little mouths, and at the same 
 
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 time furnish another home comfortably; there- 
 fore, I was put out as nurse girl when about elev- 
 en years of age. I was first placed with a Catholic 
 family to care for two little children and assist 
 the mother with her work, in return for my board 
 and clothes. 
 
 I had been there only a few weeks, when one 
 night I began to feel very strange. I could not 
 tell what was the matter with me, so decided to 
 retire earlier than usual. About five o'clock in 
 the morning I awoke, and instantly jumped out 
 of bed to raise the shades. It was very light, 
 and I feared that the people down stairs were 
 oversleeping. I walked over to the register, which 
 was in the middle of the floor in my room, and 
 opened it to look down and see if anyone was 
 astir, but, as I heard nothing, I crept back into 
 bed. Before I had time to pull the clothes over 
 me, I was startled by something resembling a 
 sphere of light in the middle of the floor where I 
 had stood but a moment before. I watched it, 
 and it began to grow larger and larger, until I 
 saw the apparition of a woman's head, then her 
 shoulders, and finally her hands, coming up as it 
 seemed from the floor. As I looked, I saw that 
 she manipulated the air with movements of her 
 hands, and thus clothed herself in a white, etherial 
 substance. Those that possess clairvoyant vision, 
 and can see ether-waves, will know what I mean 
 without explanation, and to those who have not 
 such vision, I will say that the clothes with which 
 she enveloped herself resembled more than any- 
 thing else in the materiaf world, beautiful, white, 
 fleecy clouds. There she stood all draped in im- 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS' 1 7 
 maculate whiteness, her luxuriant black hair 
 hanging in waves below her waist. Her hands 
 were clasped in front of her, and as she began 
 speaking she separated them, and I saw, figured 
 on her garments, the likeness of a large unicorn, 
 which, as I later came to understand, occultly 
 represented her name, being a symbol of wisdom. 
 
 I saw her about to approach my bedside, and 
 became so frightened that I trembled violently and 
 covered my head with the sheet. She came over 
 to me and, placing her hand on my feet, spoke 
 as follows: 'Tear me not, my child. I am come 
 to tell you that you and I have a GREAT WORK 
 to do in the coming years. You will often be in 
 great need of my help. I have watched over you, 
 and guarded your life, ever since you were born, 
 and shall continue to do so all through the years 
 to come. When you need me, call; I shall always 
 be near. My name is L U N A." I removed the 
 sheet from my head to reply, and she was gone. 
 Striking as was this apparation, singularly enough 
 I soon forgot all about it. Why the memory of 
 it should have faded so completely, I do not know, 
 but all through the dark and dreary years that 
 followed LUNA never once entered my mind. I 
 suffered trials, and endured agonies, and never 
 once thought to call for help. Not until about six 
 years ago was the memory of this vision revived 
 by the reappearance of the spirit guest of years 
 gone by. One morning I awoke early, and saw 
 passing in front of me a poem all written out in 
 gold letters, entitled "Violets." I glanced at it, 
 and jumping out of bed, procured paper and pencil 
 and wrote it down. Looking up, I saw the face 
 
18 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 of the same beautiful lady who had appeared to 
 me so many years ago. "Luna!" I exclaimed in- 
 stantly, and she smiled and vanished. By this 
 sign and symbol I was made aware that the time 
 was at hand for us to begin the Great Work to- 
 gether. To accomplish this I first found it neces- 
 sary to readjust my personal affairs, for the soul 
 can only blossom forth in all its purity in a garden 
 of harmony and freedom. I am now ready, and 
 LUNA is standing by my side, the inspiration of 
 whatever future writings may appear under my 
 name. 
 
 Violets 
 
 Oh for sweet violets, so lovely and blue, 
 
 That blossom in spring delighting the view, 
 
 Pushing their heads from beneath the sod 
 
 Into the glorious sunlight of God. 
 
 As the light of dawn illumines the morn 
 
 From crystals of dew the violet is born. 
 
 Joyous and free through the woodland I went 
 
 On the quest of these beauties alone intent, 
 
 Suddenly I came to a wonderous scene, 
 
 Violets were peeping from masses of green, 
 
 With seered yellow leaves interspersed between, 
 
 O'rspread with the mottling sunlight's sheen. 
 
 I paused in reverence and admiration 
 
 To gaze on the beauty of nature's creation. 
 
 When swayed by the passing of a gentle breeze, 
 
 Each nodded its greeting, anxious to please, 
 
 And arrest the tread of the thoughtless heel, 
 
 Which would cause crushed stems and hearts to feel. 
 
 I stooped their pretty petals to caress 
 
 And reassure them that I came to bless, 
 
 Wishing meanwhile their faces to compare 
 
 To find if twin flowers perchance were there. 
 
 But, though I scanned each little form and face, 
 
 I saw no two alike in any place. 
 
 'Tis thus, I mused, of all God's lovely flowers, 
 
 Blooming in creations myriad bowers; 
 
 Each is itself distinct and separate, 
 
 An individual soul, without a mate. 
 
 Its effort lies in one direction, 
 
 The attainment of divine perfection. 
 
 With this lesson learned, in a pensive mood, 
 
 I retraced my steps through the silent wood. 
 
A Momentous Experience 
 
 There is a door for which there seems no key, 
 Which shuts us in the room of mystery; 
 At last the Magic word of Faith we find, 
 And leave all doors and mysteries behind. 
 
 I found on reaching the age of seventeen that 
 being a willing slave for people was breaking me 
 down physically. It is true that "only through 
 service is the master made," but there is much 
 service that is like "casting pearls before swine/' 
 included in which is domestic servitude in the 
 homes of selfish and autocratic people, in whose 
 estimation you are nothing better than a horse or 
 dog, and not nearly so favored as either. 
 
 Worn out and disgusted with such service and 
 treatment, I married. I did not realize what I 
 was doing. No child does under like circum- 
 stances. I cared nothing for the man. I did not 
 know that it was essential that I should care, so 
 narrow and primitive had been my education 
 along this line. I was led to believe it was for 
 the best that I should do this thing, which all the 
 world did. He was another's choice, and the 
 whole affair was arranged by false friends, so 
 that, especially to those who have gone through 
 a similar experience, it will be no surprise when I 
 state that the four years which followed were 
 years of untold misery and disappointment. 
 
 Cloud after cloud burst upon us in all their 
 fury, as the outraged goddess of holy love led up 
 to the vengeful climax which severed this abomin- 
 able connection. One dark night while the man 
 lay in a drunken stupor, I picked up my two-year- 
 old child and fled. In a blinding snow storm I 
 
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20 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 walked eight miles out in the country with the 
 babe in my arms to the home of one of my nearest 
 neighbors. When I arrived, I had one cheek and 
 two toes nearly frozen. To this day my aching 
 toes remind 'me of this terrible adventure. 
 
 I remained at her home until I recovered suffi- 
 ciently to move on. Leaving my baby with her, 
 she promising to care for her faithfully until I 
 could get located and find employment, I took the 
 train for Boston. The clouds that I thought by 
 this time had all cleared away continued to gather. 
 I sought employment of different kinds, but found 
 nothing that paid sufficient wages for me to live 
 on and support the little one. The events which 
 followed led up to the most important climax, 
 and one which more than anything else in my life 
 served to demonstrate the absolute fact and posi- 
 tive power of spiritual guidance. In these expe- 
 riences there was no possibility of deception or 
 hallucination, nor yet of collusion, for I myself 
 was the sole recipient of spiritual direction which 
 was verified in the most remarkable manner, as I 
 shall now relate. 
 
 I had written back regularly every other week 
 to the woman with whom I left my little girl, but 
 received no reply. At first I did not think much 
 about this, knowing the distance she lived from 
 the postoffice, and the difficulty of travel in the 
 winter, but as time went on and I got no answer 
 to my letters, I began to get worried and almost 
 desperate. 
 
 One night I had the following dream: I was 
 walking along the street with my little girl in her 
 carriage, when I came to a large building which 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 2 1 
 
 I desired to enter. Pulling her carriage up on the 
 top step, I kissed her and passed inside. Imme- 
 diately, I bethought myself that the room would 
 be warmer for her, and returned to bring her in, 
 when I found she had disappeared, carriage and 
 all. I ran up and down the street, but there was 
 no sign of anybody in sight. Then I ran back to 
 the building and tried to find someone to help me 
 search for the missing child. 
 
 As I closed the front door, I heard the lock 
 click and realized that I was locked in. I beat 
 upon the door, and kicked it frantically, but no 
 one heard me. Looking around I saw another 
 door, and ran over to it, finding it also locked. 
 After awhile I succeeded in opening the second 
 door, only to find that it entered into another room 
 the door of which was likewise locked. None of 
 these rooms possessed a window of any kind. 
 Thus I made my way through the large building, 
 beating at each door until it opened into a similar 
 room. Finally a door opened that led onto a 
 veranda where an old lady was sitting. I fell at 
 her feet exhausted and awoke. This dream wor- 
 ried me greatly, for I knew that it augured some 
 mischief in relation to my baby. Still no news 
 came. Finally I fell ill and was confined in the 
 hospital for a long time. Thus the weeks passed 
 into months and the months into years. I worked 
 and I saved, and my savings went to lawyers and 
 others in the effort to locate the woman with 
 whom I had left the little one in charge. Finally 
 I realized that I was wasting time and spending 
 money foolishly, and, recalling my former dream, 
 it dawned upon me that I had to open the closed 
 
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 doors one by one myself, if I would be successful 
 in my search. 
 
 One night I sat in my room reading when I 
 felt the presence of someone standing near me, 
 as I always do under such circumstances, and 
 looking up saw a wonderful red Indian. His fea- 
 tures were clear cut and expressive, his physique 
 magnificent. I gazed at him with admiration, and 
 said, "I am glad to see you; are you one of my 
 guides?" 
 
 He replied that he was. 
 
 "Then," I said, "such a wonderful Indian as 
 you are ought to be able to find my little girl. I 
 have proved that all the lawyers want is my 
 money." 
 
 "I am here to tell you that," he said. "You 
 yourself are the one to go and find her; no one 
 else can or will do it." 
 
 "Tell me," I said, "where to go, and I will 
 start tonight." 
 
 He told me to take a train and go to my hus- 
 band's people, and while there he would show me 
 where to go and what to do, but that I must never 
 for a moment doubt or distrust him. With that he 
 disappeared. Thereupon I had a phenomenal ex- 
 perience. I began speaking the Indian language 
 fluently like a native. This continued for perhaps 
 fifteen minutes, when another Indian appeared on 
 the scene. 
 
 This one, though equally as perfect in feature 
 as the other, was much smaller in stature, appear- 
 ing like a youth of sixteen or seventeen years. 
 He did not speak very plain English, but told me 
 quite intelligibly that he was going along with 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 23 
 
 me on my trip every step of the way, and admon- 
 ished me to dress warm for it was very, very cold 
 where I was going. While he was speaking, I was 
 conscious of a cold draft of air, and heard distinct- 
 ly the jingle of sleigh bells and the crunching of 
 snow. This Indian said his name was "Fire 
 Water,'' and that if I wanted him at any time to 
 call him, as he would be near to respond. This 
 promise he fulfilled to the letter, being always at 
 my side in strange places and even opening doors 
 for me on many occasions. 
 
 The following morning was Christmas, and it 
 found me up early with my grip packed for a jour- 
 ney. I went to Boston and took the early train for 
 M — . I had no idea where the folks whom I 
 sought were living. I had written them time and 
 again and my letters had always been returned, 
 so I knew they must have moved away. But I had 
 faith that someone in the old place might be able 
 to give me information of them. With this hope 
 I started on my long, cold journey. 
 
 And now there developed a singular link in the 
 chain. Two days later I was sitting in my seat, 
 on the left side of the car, looking out at the snow- 
 laden fir trees, when a voice said distinctly, 
 "Move over on the right side of the car and look 
 out of the window." I obeyed. We were just 
 crossing a frozen river on the opposite bank of 
 which stood a cottage, and a few yards down the 
 road an old, wooden-covered foot-bridge. 
 
 As the train drew nearer, I saw emerging from 
 the bridge my husband's father. We were so near 
 that I could even see the expression on his face, 
 and noticed particularly the limp he had in his 
 
24 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 right foot. Yes, there was no mistake ; it was he. 
 Then, as the train dashed by the cottage, I saw 
 standing full view in the front window one whom 
 I instantly recognized as the man that had been 
 my husband. I hastily put on my wraps, deter- 
 mined to get out at the next station, though my 
 actual destination was fully thirty miles further 
 on. The train drew into the station in a small 
 backwoods village some thirteen miles beyond the 
 cottage and bridge, where I had seen these people 
 whom I wished to locate. I hunted up a livery- 
 man to drive me over to this place, and in the 
 meantime visited several stores, and enquired if 
 they knew the people whom I sought. No one 
 knew anybody of this name living in the vicinity, 
 but I decided all the same to investigate for my- 
 self. 
 
 As we drew up to the door of that cottage, 
 who should appear? Not my husband nor his 
 people at all, but Mrs. S — , the woman with whom 
 I had left my little girl ! I do not know which was 
 the most surprised at the meeting, she or I. I 
 said, "Good evening I" She started back in utter 
 amazement. However, she recovered her wits 
 sufficiently to invite us in to get warm. I told 
 her I had come to find my child and asked her 
 where she was, and why she had not kept her 
 promise to me. 
 
 Then she broke down and confessed that she 
 herself loved the little round-faced, golden-haired 
 child, and took a notion that she would adopt her. 
 Consequently, after I left, she wrote the father 
 that I had left the baby in her care, and asked 
 his permission to adopt it as her own. In answer 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 25 
 
 he came to see her, and took the baby away with 
 him. Knowing how I would feel about the matter, 
 she did not have the courage to write me the par- 
 ticulars. She was unable to tell me what became 
 of the child, as his people moved from the place 
 soon after, and he and the child went with them, 
 as she supposed. 
 
 Hastily bidding her adieu, I returned to the 
 station to catch the next train for my original 
 destination. Here, then, was a wonderful psychic 
 leading. Neither he nor his people had ever lived 
 at the cottage where I saw them, but if my vision 
 of them there had not been so real, I should never 
 have returned to pick up this important clue. 
 
 I boarded the train which pulled into the sleepy 
 little station of N — at 8 that evening. Going 
 to the only hotel in the place, I secured a very 
 comfortable lodging, and being weary I soon re- 
 tired and fell into a profound sleep. During the 
 night I dreamed a remarkable dream and one 
 which proved to be absolutely prophetic. 
 
 I was driving with a man in a terrible blizzard. 
 The wind cut my face as I occasionally uncovered 
 it to take a peep around. The horses were cov- 
 ered with ice and snow. At times we would come 
 to such drifts that the driver would have to get 
 out and shovel a passage through. It seemed the 
 ride would never end. I was nearly perished with 
 the cold. Finally toward night we saw a light 
 ahead, and soon drew up to a brown, clap-boarded 
 cottage. It was a farm house, and looked to be 
 a very old one. 
 
 I walked up on the veranda, opened the door 
 and looked in, and the first object that caught my 
 
26 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 attention was a large, round-faced clock, the hour- 
 hand of which pointed exactly to six, and the 
 minute-hand to twelve. It was just six o'clock! 
 It seemed warm and cozy inside, and I saw, sit- 
 ting at the table eating supper, a man and a 
 woman, and with them my own little girl, then 
 nine years old. Lying by the stove was a large, 
 Scotch-collie dog, and over the stove on a towel 
 rack hung a pair of woman's white stockings and 
 an odd pair of men's socks, one brown and the 
 other black. 
 
 I looked long and earnestly at those stockings 
 and socks, and seemed to realize that they had 
 a meaning for me; and as I continued to gaze at 
 them, the thought came to me that one of these 
 people would be willing to give up my child, and 
 the other would not. With this thought promi- 
 nent in mind, I awoke. The dream had been re- 
 markably vivid from start to finish, and I knew 
 it foreshadowed what was to follow. 
 
 In the morning after a hasty breakfast, I made 
 a few enquiries and located the missing relatives 
 whom I sought some eight miles from the village. 
 I arrived at their home, received a most royal 
 welcome, and remained there for two weeks. It 
 happened that they knew absolutely nothing of 
 my husband's whereabouts, nor the present home 
 of the child. He had joined the navy, and had 
 taken the child away with him. It seems he had 
 committed some petty misdemeanor for which he 
 was released on bail, but had jumped his bond and 
 fled. So here was another closed door, and I 
 seemed as much at sea as ever in the solution of 
 my quest. Still I had perfect faith in my guides, 
 and waited for futher direction. 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 27 
 
 One evening I was sitting cuddled up in an 
 arm-chair before the fire, having just returned 
 from a sleigh ride in which I had nearly perished 
 with the cold, when I heard a laugh, and looking 
 round, I saw standing there my big Indian. I 
 was surely pleased, and so greeted him. He said, 
 "Take train, go north till you get to S — , then 
 enquire for Mayor of town. There you find what 
 you want, Goodnight!" 
 
 With this message I was of course delighted, 
 for I felt that my journey was drawing to a close. 
 I could have rushed away that very night, but 
 thought it more sensible to wait until morning. 
 Arising early, I took the first train to M — , and 
 there I received the information that, on account 
 of the heavy snows, there would not be a train 
 out for S — until the next morning. 
 
 So I stayed in M — for the night, and later 
 in the day made enquiry of some lawyers there if 
 they knew the mayor of S — . They did not, but 
 referred me to the judge, who happened to know 
 him well, he being a brother Mason and a member 
 of his own lodge. He further gave me the com- 
 forting information that, if I was going to see 
 him, I would have a three or four days' journey by 
 stage-coach, as he lived forty miles from the rail- 
 road, and that it would be a long, cold ride. 
 
 On the morrow I arrived by early train at S— • 
 with the thermometer forty degrees below zero. 
 What a dreary place in which to live! Upon en- 
 quiry I found the stage-coach would not leave till 
 five o'clock that afternoon, and they told me, if 
 I took it, I would surely freeze to death as it was 
 an open coach. So I decided to hire a private con- 
 veyance. 
 
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 When I went to the livery for this purpose, 
 the man looked at me and said, "I would not take 
 you on such a trip, unless I could find a big fur 
 coat for you, as you would certainly freeze in this 
 weather, clad as you are." Those who have trav- 
 eled in the mountains of Vermont know something 
 of the intense cold that prevails there in winter. 
 The man went out and succeeded in borrowing the 
 coat for me, heated a brick for my feet, and we 
 started. We drove until ten o'clock that night 
 and put up at an inn where we had a nice warm 
 supper. 
 
 It was snowing heavily when ' we started in 
 the morning, and before noon the wind rose and 
 we were caught in a regular blizzard. The horse 
 could walk only at a slow pace, and how he kept 
 the road I do not know. Time and again we were 
 obliged to pause while the driver shoveled his 
 way through some huge drift. At last we decided 
 to stop at a farm house and wait until the next 
 day. The following day was about the same as 
 before. We made very slow progress, but finally 
 arrived at the inn where the stage travelers 
 stopped, and were made very comfortable for the 
 night. The following day we made faster head- 
 way, as a country snow-plough had been over the 
 road ahead of us. I was already in a high fever 
 and deathly sick from the intense cold, so that I 
 was unable to partake of any dinner, though we 
 stopped at a farm house where an appetizing meal 
 was prepared for us. 
 
 About four o'clock that afternoon it began to 
 grow dark. However, we soon sighted a light in 
 the distance, and the driver informed me that this 
 at last was. our destination. We drew up at the 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 29 
 
 door, and the man dug me out of my furs and 
 relieved me of some of them, so that I could stand 
 up and walk. 
 
 He would not stop to get warm, as he had a 
 friend living a short distance beyond and was in 
 a hurry to get there for the night, so I reimbursed 
 him handsomely for the long and tiresome trip, 
 and bade him adieu with a heart full of thanks, 
 telling him that he need not call for me on his 
 return, as I felt unable to make the trip back at 
 that time. In this decision, as in all the rest, I 
 was acting purely on faith, having no way of 
 knowing that I would even be welcome where I 
 was. Everything thus far had transpired in exact 
 accordance with my dream, but the most startling 
 verification still remained. 
 
 I walked up on the veranda of that old farm 
 house and knocked at the door. The lady that 
 came to the door was the identical one I had seen 
 in my dream. As the door opened, I stood look- 
 ing in, and there, precisely as I had seen it in the 
 dream, was the same old, round-faced clock on 
 the wall, the hour-hand pointing exactly to six, 
 and the minute-hand to twelve. It was exactly six 
 o'clock ! There at the table sat a man, and by his 
 side my own little girl, all eating supper together, 
 everything exactly as I had dreamed it to be, ex- 
 cept, of course, in my dream the woman was seat- 
 ed at the table, whereas she had now risen to open 
 the door. 
 
 She invited me in and drew a chair for me to 
 sit down by the fire. As I sank into it, I saw 
 lying there by the stove the very same big, collie- 
 dog — everything was the same, the man, the 
 woman, the child, the room, the table, the clock, 
 
30 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 the time — all exactly as I had seen it. A million 
 confused thoughts rushed through my fevered 
 brain. I wondered if I still were not dreaming. 
 
 Then I looked at the child, and extending my 
 hands to her, I cried out: "Mother's baby, don't 
 you know me, dear ?" She looked at me a moment 
 in a half-dazed sort of way, and then, her face 
 irradiated with joy, sprang into my arms. When 
 she could find words, she said, "Yes, Mama, I 
 know you. Have I not prayed for you ever since 
 you went away, and I dreamed you would come 
 for me some day, and now my dream has come 
 true!" 
 
 I did not then have time to explain anything. 
 I felt the darkness gathering around me, and 
 quickly lost consciousness. When I once more 
 opened my eyes, it was the following day, and I 
 was in such a nice, warm, comfortable bed and 
 room that it seemed like heaven. There, playing 
 on the floor with her dolls, was my lost child, and, 
 as I lay there watching her, I heard her talking 
 to someone, and she was saying, "You see, I told 
 you if we kept our secret and said our prayers, 
 we would sometime get our own mamas back. I 
 have got mine, and you will get yours." Then I 
 saw that she had a companion, a little golden- 
 haired girl of her own age, whose mama I learned 
 had died some five years previous, and her step- 
 mother not being kind to her, she was accustomed 
 to confide her troubles to my Agatha, and they 
 together used to pray daily for their own dear 
 mothers to come for them. 
 
 As she came up close to me, I was able to see 
 for her, and tell her that she, too, would be with 
 her mama sooner than she expected, and a year 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 31 
 
 later she joined her mother in a happy reunion in 
 the other, higher world. So, truly enough, the 
 prayers of the two little girls were answered and 
 both got their most heartfelt wish, which always 
 happens in this world, though it may not always 
 so appear. A few weeks later, when I was able 
 to be up about the house, Mrs. T— told me the 
 story of how my little one came under her care. 
 It seems that the father had left her with some 
 poor people, when he fled the country. These 
 people had several children of their own and were 
 in destitute circumstances, and so the mayor in 
 looking into their case discovered this little girl 
 of mine whom he adopted as a sort of companion 
 to his wife, while he was absent from home. 
 
 Mrs. T — , when she knew all the circum- 
 stances, told me she was perfectly willing for me 
 to take the child, much as she had become at- 
 tached to her, but I saw that the man was not 
 by any means as willing, thus my dream of the 
 "unmatched socks" came true also. However, at 
 their kind invitation, I thought best to remain 
 awhile, hoping that things would change for the 
 better. I stayed two months, and during all this 
 time they were very kind to me. 
 
 One night I dreamed that baby and I were 
 packing up, and getting ready for a long journey, 
 and that we were both very happy over it. Two 
 days later Mr. T — arrived home, and that evening 
 he told me that I had won their hearts, even as 
 much as the baby had done, and that I was wel- 
 come to take her home with me whenever I wished 
 to go. I was overcome with gratitude to him as 
 well as to her for all their kindness to baby and 
 myself, and I remarked that if I took my little 
 
32 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 one away perhaps the kind Lord would send them 
 another in its place. In less than two years later 
 I received word that they had, even in their ad- 
 vanced years, actually been blessed with a little 
 son of their own. Thus it appears that good deeds 
 do not go unrewarded. 
 
 Our journey homeward the next week was 
 more comfortable, as the weather had moderated. 
 We stopped off at many places to visit friends, all 
 of whom rejoiced with me over the recovery of my 
 child. I certainly never regretted placing my faith 
 in my dear Indian friends, who watched over and, 
 guided me so carefully on my eventful journey, 
 and brought everything to such a happy conclu- 
 sion. 
 
 Passing Out of the Body 
 
 Though death sometimes may seem to hover near 
 
 I hear a voice exclaiming, "Never fear!" 
 
 And even though I pass material bounds, 
 
 I see all earthly sights and hear all sounds, 
 
 I move in spirit to the higher life 
 
 In conscious freedom from all care and strife. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Sometime after the events I have narrated 
 took place, I had remarried and was spending a 
 few weeks with mother, who had just returned 
 from a visit to England, when I had my next re- 
 markable psychic experience. I had been very 
 ill for a week, but did not realize that I was in 
 danger, and for this reason did not send for my 
 husband, who had gone out into the country for 
 a short stay. It was Friday night, I remember, 
 and the room where I lay had a large bay window 
 overlooking the street. The electric arc-light 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 33 
 
 outside flooded the room with a light so bright 
 that one could see to read anywhere in the room. 
 
 All at once I began to feel as though I was 
 sinking, when I heard a rapping, and turning my 
 head in the direction from which it proceeded, I 
 saw a hand come out from behind a picture that 
 hung on the wall, and a moment later there ap- 
 peared, standing between my bed and the window, 
 in the full blaze of the electric light, a man. At 
 first I thought it might be the doctor who had 
 come in quietly. I could not see the figure very 
 plainly, the light dazzling my eyes somewhat, 
 but as he came nearer, I observed that he had 
 no hat on, and one thing I noticed in particular 
 was that he was dressed in a suit of black cloth 
 of rather heavy nap. 
 
 As he came over to the bed, I said, "Who are 
 you ?" And he replied, "Father ! I have come to 
 help you, for you need me. You are very ill, but 
 I am going to do all I can for you." "Are you my 
 husband's father?" I asked. He replied that he 
 was, and with the words, "Keep up your courage, 
 child !" he disappeared. Though I had never seen 
 his father in the flesh, I knew that he had passed 
 out some years previously. I was, of course, very 
 glad that he had come to me as he did, for it was 
 an assurance that I need have no fear of passing 
 out at that time. Just then the doctor came in, 
 and saw at a glance that quick action was neces- 
 sary. First he called mother out into the hall 
 and told her she might as well prepare for a 
 funeral Sunday, but on reflection agreed to call 
 another physician and perform a slight operation. 
 They came at nine o'clock and administering the 
 anesthetic, I fell asleep. I had not been asleep 
 
34 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 over twenty minutes when my astral body be- 
 came free, and floating about the room I could see 
 my body still lying on the bed and the operation 
 going on while I listened to every word they were 
 saying. I saw mother standing outside the door 
 as if fearing to enter. Then I left the house and 
 sailing through the air made a trip to the city 
 of Lawrence, a distance of thirty miles. 
 
 I had it in my mind to go to my husband, who 
 was staying at Methuen, a short distance from 
 Lawrence, and on arriving at the farm house 
 where he was visiting, I saw him and another 
 man hitching a horse to a buggy, which at that 
 time of night surprised me. I hovered over them 
 all the time they were thus engaged, and heard 
 every word of their conversation, which I after- 
 wards recollected distinctly. I even approached 
 so near that I saw the time, twenty minutes to 
 ten, as my husband pulled his watch from his 
 pocket. I reached out to touch him on the hand. 
 Just then they got in the buggy to drive away, 
 but they, of course, did not notice me, nor did 
 they have the slightest idea that I was there. 
 
 I then looked at my astral body to note its 
 appearance. It was all blue and white like the 
 clouds in the sky. I was able to see my face and 
 body as plainly as though looking in a mirror. 
 I remember distinctly looking down at my feet, 
 or where I expected my feet to be, and apparently 
 I had none. My body seemed to taper down, and 
 to be like a veil floating in the breeze. I had an 
 exquisite sensation of pleasure in not being ham- 
 pered with an unwieldy body. Looking about, I 
 saw that the men had already gone a good ways 
 down the road, so I decided to go back home. 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 35 
 
 When I awoke, it was ten o'clock and the doctors 
 were sitting by the bedside. On Sunday my hus- 
 band came home and I told him of my astral visit, 
 repeating the conversation that I had heard. He 
 declared that every word of it was correct, and 
 that even the time was as I had observed it to be. 
 The description I gave of his father, he said, was 
 perfect in every detail, and that the peculiar black 
 suit I described was the very one in which he was 
 buried. 
 
 This experience corroborated what I had long 
 known to be true, viz., that we inhabit two bodies 
 simultaneously, and that death consists merely in 
 the separation of these bodies. This separation, 
 as in my experience, may frequently take place 
 without death ensuing. If people had a clearer 
 knowledge of the relationship existing between 
 body and soul, doctors' predictions would fail 
 oftener than they do. 
 
 Forewarning of Death 
 
 Breaking all barriers and bonds, 
 
 The soul in sympathy responds 
 
 To each emotion of the heart 
 
 Whate'er the distance be apart, 
 
 It has a language most unique, 
 
 In signs and symbols it doth speak. 
 
 Another remarkable experience occurred one 
 morning in early January. The seven 'o'clock 
 whistles were blowing, and I was on the point of 
 jumping out of bed, when the door opened and in 
 walked a man. I was greatly surprised at this, 
 as the door I knew was fastened with a Yale lock. 
 As he approached the bed, I noticed the same 
 
36 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 black suit with the heavy nap and knew at once 
 who it was, even before I looked in his face. 
 
 As he came nearer, I began to grow numb all 
 over, and was as stiff as a stick, and as unfeeling 
 as a stone, all but my head, which was perfectly 
 clear, though I could distinctly hear it cracking. 
 I got the thought immediately that I had a para- 
 lytic shock. Then a voice said, "January 24," 
 and the apparition disappeared. I kept wondering 
 what it could mean. I passed the date indicated 
 without anything happening, but in February 
 mother received a letter from England saying 
 that grandmother had had a shock and died on 
 the 24th of January. Here, then, was a case of 
 prevision in which I took on the condition of an- 
 other, this being an example of the symbolic lan- 
 guage which spirit employs to impress the human 
 consciousness, and convey the warning of impend- 
 ing events. 
 
 President Lincoln Appears 
 
 Great souls from higher realms come forth, 
 To teach us lessons of much worth; 
 Heed, then, the heavenly message clear, 
 And rise above all doubt and fear. 
 Oh realm of beauty which delights 
 The vision seen from distant heights — 
 Attained through suffering, pain and loss 
 By him who triumphs through the cross. 
 
 SfC 5(1 >}C 3p 3|J 
 
 One interesting experience in psychic vision 
 came to me some time after reading the life of 
 President Lincoln. I had been greatly affected, 
 and sobbed all through the book, but had about 
 forgotten the incident, when one night, as I turned 
 out the light and was about to get into bed, I saw 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 37 
 
 on my pillow a beautiful yellow ball of light. I 
 reached out for it as eagerly as a child reaches for 
 a new toy, and as I did so it burst, and there inside 
 was the dear, sweet, smiling face of Lincoln. 
 
 I was greatly surprised to see him appear in 
 this manner, and I exclaimed, "Why, President 
 Lincoln, is it you?" He smiled and replied, "Yes, 
 it is I." His features, whiskers and all, were per- 
 fectly real, and so near, that, had he breathed, I 
 should have felt the breath on my cheek. His 
 presence has since been a source of much inspira- 
 tion to me in days of trial. After this came five 
 other faces in rapid succession, each as natural 
 as life. A few moments later a flood of light 
 illuminated the room and the wall seemed to dis- 
 appear, and in its place I saw a steep hill, and 
 coming up the hill was the Christ carrying a heavy 
 cross. Behind him, all dressed in beautiful white 
 garments, were about a hundred spirits, and I 
 heard a voice saying, "Take up your cross and 
 follow me !" This symbol at the time had a great 
 meaning for me. 
 
 A Modern Miracle 
 
 Following is an experience in psychic healing. 
 I had suffered for years with severe headaches, 
 and for awhile past they had been getting worse 
 and more frequent, until at last I thought I should 
 actually go insane with pain. One night, having 
 been awakened with another of the terrible head- 
 aches coming on, I jumped out of bed, and going 
 to the medicine chest, took out a bottle of carbolic 
 acid. Returning to my room, I sat on the edge 
 of the bed about to swallow it, when I heard my 
 
38 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 name called out as loud as any person in the room 
 might speak it, "Florence, Florence, Florence!", 
 three times distinctly. 
 
 I looked up and there at the foot of the bed 
 stood the Christ. I reached out my hand to him, 
 but he would not allow me to touch him. "Try 
 and stand it a little while longer, then I will come 
 for you," he said. With this he disappeared, and 
 I went back to bed. As I lay there thinking, an 
 angel appeared, dressed in white and gold, with 
 beautiful wings. Coming over to me, she placed 
 a laurel wreath on my head and vanished. This 
 visitation gave me courage to endure the trial of 
 the headaches, which usually lasted for about 
 three days, during which time my head would 
 feel like a stone, and my hair would turn pure 
 white in patches. These continued for about two 
 years longer, when I dreamed one night that I 
 was out walking in a most beautiful park. I looked 
 up and saw coming toward me the figure of the 
 Christ. Instantly the thought swept over me 
 that if I might only touch him, I should be healed. 
 I went down the path to meet him and he stopped 
 in front of me, and, as I stood there before him, 
 again the thought flashed through my brain. 
 "Will he let me touch him this time?" I raised 
 my hand slowly and let it rest on his arm. There 
 was no need for words. He knew my desire, and 
 raising his eyes to mine, he smilingly answered, 
 "Yes I" Since that time, and this happened some 
 years ago, I have never had a recurrence of those 
 awful headaches. 
 
A Fateful Premonition 
 
 The sun shone brightly, the birds were singing, 
 Amid children's voices gaily ringing, 
 Yet my heart was heavy with thoughts of dread 
 That moved like spectres of the dead. 
 
 Many people have premonitions, which are 
 usually a sign of the awakening of the spiritual 
 faculty. Most people pay little or no attention to 
 them, and consequently after awhile they cease. 
 As a rule I always see everything that is to hap- 
 pen, but a few times I have had premonitions of 
 impending events, without the vision of what 
 was to occur. 
 
 One morning I awoke with a heart as heavy as 
 lead, and so depressed that it was difficult for me 
 to breathe. I sought diversion in various ways to 
 try and throw oif this feeling, but it was of no 
 use, it clung to me just the same. 
 
 I had a little friend in the person of a young 
 boy, whose father and mother had befriended me 
 in years gone by, and I thought as much of him 
 as if he were my own brother. His name was 
 Mark Robertson. I had been talking with him 
 the day before, and as usual he had been telling 
 me a funny story about his "freak" horse. He 
 was delivering milk, and had left his horse stand- 
 ing while he went in to serve a customer. When 
 he came out, he found a young lady in tears. It 
 seems she had been standing on the curb talking 
 to a companion, when the horse walked up and 
 took a mouthful of bright red roses off her hat 
 and was calmly chewing them up as Mark ap- 
 peared on the scene. I will never forget how 
 comical he looked standing there in the full flush 
 
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40 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 of young life, telling me this. It was the last time 
 I ever saw him alive. That afternoon he and two 
 other boys of his own age went out in a boat off 
 Swampscott Pier for a sail, and while trying to 
 turn the boat around in a heavy gale they were 
 unable to manage it, and it overturned, throwing 
 them all into the icy waters. A fisherman who 
 witnessed the tragedy was too far away to render 
 assistance. All that ever came ashore were the 
 caps the boys wore. 
 
 The next morning I was informed that the 
 boys were missing, and I at once knew the cause 
 of my premonition. That night after retiring, I 
 had just gotten into bed, when I heard Mark's 
 voice calling, "Flossie, Flossie, I am drowning!" 
 and he began pulling me down into the icy waters. 
 I could hear the roar and splashing of the waves 
 as distinctly as if I had been there on the scene. 
 I said to him, "Oh, Mark, you must not do this; 
 you are already drowned, and are in the spirit life. 
 Don't you remember when I used to talk to you 
 of the after-life you would only smile and say, 
 'Well, it may be true, but I don't understand?' 
 Now you are in a position to understand it, for you 
 are actually in spirit life. I don't want you to 
 forget me, and if sometime you can send me a 
 message, I shall be glad to receive it." The truth 
 of what I told him evidently dawned upon him, for 
 he instantly vanished from sight. 
 
 He was a great boy to draw pictures. He made 
 some very wonderful pencil drawings, but as his 
 parents were in poor circumstances, he saw no 
 future for himself in art. Since his entrance into 
 spirit life, he has become a wonderful artist. 
 Only a couple of months ago he came to me to 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 41 
 
 exhibit his latest painting. It was, I should 
 judge, about nine by eleven feet in size, and was a 
 scene executed on the planet Venus. I never saw 
 such coloring in an earthly painting. It was a 
 representation of sunken gardens by the side of a 
 beautiful lake, taken while an opalescent light 
 illuminated the water, and the blue sky overhead 
 was dotted with a galaxy of stars, that appeared 
 to twinkle even on the canvas. It was a reproduc- 
 tion rather than a painting, transcending any- 
 thing known to art in this world. 
 
 I have learned that one has advantages on the 
 subjective planes which they cannot possibly have 
 here — advantages for the development of genius 
 along every known line, and many lines unknown 
 as yet to the world. On my next trip, I shall visit 
 this young artist in his studio. 
 
 Coming Events Cast Their Shadows 
 
 What is to be will be, though often hidden. 
 
 In vision comes to view the scene unbidden, 
 
 To settle doubt and point the future way, 
 
 Which, despite will or wish, we must obey. 
 
 Is this that spins and cuts the thread, then, fate — 
 
 A vengeful destiny which we await? 
 
 We sowed the seed that grew the flax, and spun 
 
 The threads upon the spindle, every one. 
 
 We forged the shears, on the anvil of years, 
 
 And edged them sharp with our doubts and our fears. 
 
 So our every loss and every winning 
 
 Harks back to that long forgotten spinning, 
 
 And if today we reap the past sowing, 
 
 Tomorrow's harvest is already growing. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I will now recount a dream pertaining to the 
 search for Truth. We were living in a little cot- 
 tage among the pines, and one Saturday afternoon 
 my husband was going down the path to take the 
 
42 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 car for Lawrence, intending to remain over Sun- 
 day. As I waved my hand to him from the veran- 
 da, I was conscious of my soul speaking to me, and 
 it said, "That is the way you will walk away from 
 each other." 
 
 My whole being cried out in resentment 
 against this impression, and I tried to convince 
 myself that such a thing could not be, and I en- 
 deavored to forget it then and there. But that 
 night I had the following dream: He and I were 
 out walking in a lovely meadow. The trees were 
 arrayed in their new spring garments of green, 
 and the hills on either side the valley through 
 which we passed were abloom with violets and 
 other flowers. As we walked along I thought we 
 were having a discussion, and it seemed we could 
 not come to an agreement, and hence we decided 
 it would be best to separate and each go his own 
 way. So, standing there in that beautiful valley, 
 I kissed him goodby, and he went slowly up the 
 hill, as I stood watching him. When he arrived 
 at the top, he turned and waved his hand to me, 
 and I waved back to him. Thereupon he passed 
 from sight. 
 
 Turning, I saw standing by my side his father, 
 mother and grandmother, and they were all weep- 
 ing. I said, "It is better so." And as I walked 
 through the valley alone, I did not know which 
 way to go. Suddenly there appeared before me a 
 beautiful angel. Her dress was of blue and gold, 
 and her wings touched the ground. In her hand 
 she carried a golden staff. I stood looking at her 
 in amazement, and as I did so she pointed up to 
 heaven, where I saw extending from the sky to 
 my feet a golden search-light. At the top of the 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 43 
 
 search-light was a golden casket. At once I knew 
 that this symbol meant for me to search for 
 Truth. I turned to kneel at her feet, and she had 
 disappeared, then I awoke. 
 
 I have learned in my psychic experience to dis- 
 tinguish between spirits, those who have hereto- 
 fore lived on the earth-plane, and angels who 
 appear only as messengers of God himself. The 
 former always appear in natural human form 
 without wings, the latter always in some supernal 
 aspect, and invariably with wings. As it is writ- 
 ten in the scriptures, "I will send my messenger 
 to prepare the way before me." 
 
 Four years after this, the psychic dream just 
 narrated came true. I was trying in a most inno- 
 cent and legitimate way to illumine the pathway 
 of a darkened soul, trying to restore the balance 
 of reason and inspire a measure of hope and faith 
 in life, when, to my perfect astonishment, I was 
 met with a tirade of the most terrible and un- 
 merited accusations from my husband. I was 
 completely upset, and again my life hung in the 
 balance. It was either the mad-house or freedom. 
 Try as I would to restore him to reason, and 
 quench the fire which he had so vindictively 
 started, he only continued to add more fuel to the 
 flames. One night as I sat alone trying to decide 
 what to do, I saw myself standing on the front 
 steps of the house watching the brightly shining 
 sun. As I continued to gaze, a mist spread over 
 everything so that even the sun was darkened, 
 and I could scarcely see through the deepening 
 fog. 
 
 I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked 
 down the road, and there I saw my husband driv- 
 
44 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 ing a pair of black horses and carriage. I seemed 
 to understand the symbol perfectly, and I asked, 
 "Why has all this to be?" And there appeared 
 before me what seemed to be rows of large spools, 
 all of different colors, standing on end, and lead- 
 ing upward like a flight of steps. Many of them 
 proved to be only imitation spools, there being 
 only one wooden spool in each row. It was left 
 to my intuition to divine which were the substan- 
 tial wooden spools, on which I must step if I were 
 to arrive at the top. There was also another way 
 to reach the top of the eminence other than the 
 incline up which the spools were placed, but it 
 was a long ways around. I saw that my husband 
 had chosen that way, but that it was for me to 
 go the shorter way. Without hesitation I placed 
 my foot first upon a blue spool, which was Truth, 
 and then a yellow one, which was Intuition, and 
 so on. With the utmost assurance I stepped from 
 spool to spool, and was soon at the top, without 
 a mishap. 
 
 On arriving, I beheld a most wonderful sight. 
 There walked men and women hand in hand, naked 
 and unashamed. Near at hand were pools of 
 placid waters where all bathed together as bliss- 
 fully innocent as babes. Aquariums of gold-fishes 
 were scattered here and there throughout the 
 verdant valley. There were to be seen white 
 marble buildings three and four stories high, with 
 limpid waters pouring from their lofty porches 
 like mighty fountains. Gigantic trees were scat- 
 tered over the wide expanse, all in purple blossoms 
 which hung in great clusters fully two feet in 
 length. Little children were seen whose beautiful 
 bodies shone resplendently, radiating wisdom. In 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 45 
 
 the vista were visible a series of wonderful, sunk- 
 en gardens, each modelled on some different and 
 original design, together with acres upon acres of 
 magnificent cedar trees, glinting with green and 
 gold, loftier than the cedars of Lebanon. 
 
 Such a sight of beauty could be imagined only 
 as existing on some planet remote from earth, 
 and it filled my soul with rapture and caused my 
 being to thrill with feelings of sublimity and 
 peace. Who would not mount the steps to view 
 this wondrous land of peace and freedom, where 
 Truth reigns supreme? Not every one, to be sure, 
 is ready for the steps — many must travel the 
 long road of experience, but ALL will arrive some 
 time. 
 
 The vision faded and I rose from my chair, 
 and lay down to rest. A few weeks later found 
 me alone in the world as regards human compan- 
 ionship, but not alone in spirit. Since that time, 
 every day has been a day of prayer for deeper 
 illumination of Truth. I often thank God from 
 my heart that I have courage and the will to be 
 and to remain alone. 
 
 An Astral Automobile Ride 
 
 Let those who will with pleasure fill 
 The time of their earthly mission, 
 There's a higher love, for those above 
 Who rise to that condition. 
 Life is a school and many a fool 
 Is wasting the precious chance, 
 Given all for a test, it must be confessed, 
 Like snails they seem to advance. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Everyone advancing along the path of unfold- 
 ment becomes the recipient of many symbolic 
 
46 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 visions which are given him for encouragement. 
 I remember one evening I sat curled up in a big 
 chair, reading a book on Truth, when I fell asleep 
 and dreamed that I heard a rap on the door, 
 which I opened, and there stood the beautiful 
 spirit of a youth of about seventeen. He was 
 dressed in white, etherial garments, with sandals 
 on his feet. I spoke to him, and said, "Good 
 evening, won't you come in ?" He said, "Florence, 
 I have brought my automobile to take you for a 
 ride." 
 
 As he stepped a little to one side, I beheld the 
 most beautiful, solid silver automobile imaginable. 
 Everything was of silver but the seats, which 
 were of gold, and it was illuminated by hundreds 
 of little electric lights, red, white and blue in 
 color. I stood speechless, filled with admiration. 
 "Who would not want to ride in such a beautiful 
 car!" I exclaimed. Then I glanced down at my 
 garments to see if they were clean, so that they 
 would not soil the car in any way, and was sur- 
 prised to note that they were of the same etherial 
 substance as his, only mine were yellow and white, 
 while his were pure white. 
 
 He assisted me into the car, taking his seat 
 by my side, and immediately we dashed down the 
 road, through the city, and out into the country. 
 The appearance of the car fascinated me, so that 
 for once I was not attracted by the passing scen- 
 ery. After awhile we drew up on the shore of a 
 large lake. It was a beautiful sheet of water, 
 placid and smooth as glass, the surface undis- 
 turbed by a single ripple. 
 
 He then led me across a strip of green lawn 
 and there suspended perpendicularly and waving 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 47 
 
 in the air was a rope ladder, which I knew was 
 meant for me to climb, and yet it seemed to me 
 no human being could accomplish the feat. I 
 looked at him as he wended his way back to the 
 auto, and I felt that I dared not return a failure. 
 I hesitated but a moment and then, grasping the 
 sides of the ladder firmly, I began to climb rung 
 after rung. When about half way up I stopped, 
 apparently to look back, but I was afraid I should 
 get dizzy and fall, so on I went. Finally I reached 
 the top and there, stretched down to meet me, was 
 the hand of LOVE. Clasped in its strong arms, I 
 awoke. 
 
 The Lighthouse of Truth 
 
 Oft, in our toilsome days, 
 
 We come 
 To the parting of the ways, 
 
 And some 
 Invisible guide appears 
 
 To show 
 The path through the coming years. 
 
 We go 
 On to old age, from our youth, 
 
 Learning 
 The lessons of higher truth, 
 
 Returning 
 Again and again to earth; 
 
 Perfecting 
 That which alone is of worth, 
 
 Rejecting 
 All the rest as vanity, 
 
 ExpressinP r 
 That foolish insanity, 
 
 Obsessing 
 The whole of humanity. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I have found that just in the degree that we 
 open ourselves to the inflow of spiritual vitality 
 and power, just in that degree will we receive. 
 
48 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 One evening as I sat in the silence with eyes closed 
 to material objects, I saw appearing before me 
 a bridge connecting the material and spiritual 
 worlds, and I seemed to stand with one foot on 
 the material and the other on the spiritual plane. 
 As I did so, I gazed beyond and saw a happy group 
 of spirit friends, all gowned in immaculate white- 
 ness, tripping joyously along together hand in 
 hand, and heard a band of music that thrilled me 
 through and through. I saw approaching a car, 
 somewhat resembling our electric car, and in this 
 were seated the members of the band, all young 
 men dressed in white and gold uniforms of daz- 
 zling beauty. All their instruments were appar- 
 ently of gold and silver, and they were playing a 
 celestial symphony, more exquisite by far than 
 any earthly music I had ever heard. I was so en- 
 thralled by these heavenly strains, that I actually, 
 for the time being, left my body and floated out 
 in the astral form, borne upon the vibrant har- 
 monies. 
 
 As the music ceased, I returned to my body, 
 and as I lay thinking of my experience, I fell 
 asleep, and dreamed that I was standing at the 
 cross-roads. Two divergent paths lay before me, 
 both illumined by the shining sun as far as the 
 eye could reach. But as I stood trying to deter- 
 mine which one to take, shading my eyes with 
 my hand and looking far into the distance, I de- 
 tected in one of them a small, black speck. At 
 this I shuddered, and instantly turned to look at 
 the other path, which appeared more golden still 
 in the sunlight. Then, a short distance ahead, I 
 beheld a large, white-stone building, about six 
 stories high. At the windows were to be seen 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 49 
 
 iron bars, and I thought to myself, what can such 
 a beautiful building possibly want with iron bars 
 at the windows? This looked a little ominous to 
 me and I turned to look again down the other 
 path, and was amazed to see that the speck had 
 developed into a black forest, not merely dark, 
 but pitch black. I shuddered again, and as I 
 looked down at the footprints on the sand, I real- 
 ized that I had just emerged from that dark place, 
 which looked more like a dungeon than anything 
 else. 
 
 So, without further hesitation, I walked along 
 the golden path, and as I looked up at the window 
 again, I was surprised to see there the face of 
 my mother appearing between the bars. She 
 waved her handkerchief to me as though in dis- 
 tress. With a bound I dashed up the front steps, 
 and swung open the big iron doors to look for the 
 stairs, when to my astonishment, I gazed into a 
 lion's den. The big, angry beasts were growling, 
 walking back and forth. The only possible ap- 
 proach to the stairs was to go through this den of 
 lions. I stood there with my hand on the iron- 
 barred gate, and stared calmly into the eyes of 
 the beasts, until they began to huddle peaceably 
 into one corner. Then, cautiously I opened the 
 gate and stepped into the den, never for a moment 
 removing my eyes from the beasts. Locking the 
 gate behind me, I crossed the large den, and open- 
 ing the opposite gate, stepped safely out. 
 
 Rushing up the stairs, I found mother, and 
 picking her up in my arms, came down the stairs, 
 and once more passed through the lion's den, and 
 out into the sunlight again, where I put her down 
 in the Path of Truth and walked on. As I con- 
 
50 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 tinued on down the path, I prayed for more illu- 
 mination and saw in the distance a golden ball of 
 soft, yellow light, whereupon I stood quite still 
 and it began to come nearer and nearer, until at 
 last I had to move back a few steps to admire it. 
 It proved to be a light-house of marvelous con- 
 struction. I put forth my hand to touch what 
 appeared to be the solid brick, and I observed that 
 they were made altogether of precious stones. I 
 was satisfied, for I realized this to be the light of 
 Truth, and with this thought, I awoke. 
 
 A Vision of the Land of Freedom 
 
 Filled with the vision of freedom's land, 
 At the foot of the mountain I stand, 
 Others I see there gazing on high, 
 But without wings, attempting to fly — 
 Thoughtless the icy path essaying 
 The penalty of their ignorance paying, 
 Blind to the footprints of all sages, 
 Imbedded in the rock of ages. 
 This is a path "no vulture's eye hath seen" 
 Trodden by few indeed the path has been 
 Only those guided by higher reason 
 Discern the way, or place, or season. 
 
 The following dream which I had some time 
 later I consider very wonderful. It has been the 
 means of giving me great courage in my climb 
 upward. 
 
 I fell asleep one night and dreamed I was 
 dressing to attend a party. On arriving at my 
 friend's house where the party was to be held, 
 I saw that the house and grounds had been beau- 
 tifully illuminated for the occasion, and I was 
 ushered into the parlor where a merry crowd had 
 assembled. I sat down for a few moments, and 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 5 1 
 
 then, as I do not ever care to mingle in crowds, I 
 quietly slipped out and shut the door, intending 
 to crawl away by myself somewhere. I walked 
 through a long hall, and seeing a door at the 
 opposite end, I opened it to find myself at the 
 head of a flight of stairs. I closed the door and 
 began descending. As I did so, I examined the 
 steps closely, and found that they consisted of 
 large, square stones, so ancient that they were 
 crumbling into dust. At the foot of the stairs the 
 sand was of a reddish color, and the room into 
 which the stairway emerged appeared to be in a 
 condition of decay, everything looked so very, very 
 old. I walked around the cellar, and out from 
 somewhere came my wonderful red Indian. I 
 looked at him and said, "I am so glad to see you 
 again; I did not know that you were down here." 
 Just then a lovely Indian maiden appeared. As 
 she greeted me, she informed me that her name 
 was "Water Lily." 
 
 "And do you live in this ancient place?" I 
 asked. 
 
 "No," she replied, "but we are both here to 
 see you." 
 
 "Tell me," I said, "about this strange place." 
 
 She pointed in front of her, and there appeared 
 a very high mountain, covered with ice and snow. 
 Trying to climb this mountain were quite a num- 
 ber of people, crawling on their hands and knees. 
 The more they struggled to advance the more they 
 slipped back. 
 
 "Why are they trying to climb that mountain, 
 and what is there at the top ?" I asked. 
 
 "The Land of Freedom," she said. 
 
 As she said this I looked down in the sand 
 
52 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 and saw two footprints. I turned away from her, 
 and walking around the large cellar where we 
 were, I followed these footprints round and round, 
 until I realized that I, too, was climbing that same 
 mountain to the Land of Freedom. But in my 
 path there was neither snow nor ice, nothing but 
 sunshine, and the two footprints in the sand. 
 
 I walked on and on, and had got about half way 
 up the mountain when I was met by an old man 
 with a long, white beard, staff in hand. Looking 
 at him, I said, "Who are you?" And he replied, 
 "Reason." Then he took me by the hand and said, 
 "Where are you going?" I replied that I was 
 going to the same place those people were en- 
 deavoring to reach, but seeing these two foot- 
 prints in the sand, I followed them, knowing that 
 I could never arrive at the top by trying to climb 
 the mountain of snow and ice. 
 
 The old man said to me, "You are right; all 
 who hope to arrive must come this way." 
 
 I said to him, "I see but two footprints ; have 
 only two people arrived in that Land of Free- 
 dom?" 
 
 "It was ages and ages ago," he replied, "that 
 these last two people climbed this mountain to- 
 gether — a man and a woman." 
 
 As he said this he pointed to the top, and look- 
 ing, I saw standing there, their arms entwined 
 about each other, with a bright halo encircling 
 their heads, a man and a woman. 
 
 I said to him eagerly, "I want to go there too, 
 but before I go, tell me, should I not go to those 
 who are trying to climb the mountain by the icy 
 path, and tell them to follow the footprints as I 
 have done?" 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 53 
 
 "No/' he replied, "they must seek the right 
 path for themselves; no one can save another." 
 Thereupon we started to finish the journey to- 
 gether up the mountain to the Land of Freedom, 
 and I awoke. 
 
 This dream reminds me so much of one of 
 Olive Schreiner's that I have since read, that I 
 here insert it for the benefit of those who have 
 not already read it, to show that others have had 
 similar visions of the Land of Freedom. 
 
 As I traveled across an African plain the sun shone 
 down hotly. Then I drew my horse up under a mimosa 
 tree, and I took the saddle from him and left him to feed 
 among the parched bushes. And all to the right and left 
 stretched the brown earth. And I sat down under the 
 tree, because the heat beat fiercely, and all along the 
 horizon the air throbbed. And after awhile a heavy drows- 
 iness came over me, and I laid my head against my saddle, 
 and fell asleep there. And in my sleep, I had a curious 
 dream. 
 
 I thought I stood on the border of a great desert, 
 and the sand blew about everywhere. And I thought I 
 saw two great figures like beasts of burden of the desert, 
 and one lay upon the sand with its neck stretched out, and 
 one stood by it. And I looked curiously at the one that 
 lay on the ground, for it had a great burden on its back, 
 and the sand was thick about it so that it seemed to have 
 piled over it for centuries. 
 
 And I looked very curiously at it. And there stood 
 one beside me watching. And I said to him, "What is this 
 huge creature who lies here on the sand?" And he said, 
 "This is a woman; she who bears men in her body." And 
 I said, "Why does she lie here motionless with the sand 
 piling around her?" And he answered, "Listen, I will 
 tell you! Ages and ages long she has lain here, and the 
 wind has blown over her. The oldest, oldest man living 
 has never seen her move; the oldest, oldest book records 
 that she lay here then, as she lies here now, with the sand 
 about her. But listen! Older than the oldest book, older 
 than the oldest recorded memory of man, on the Rocks of 
 Language, on the hard-baked clay of Ancient Customs, 
 now crumbling to decay, are found the marks of her foot- 
 steps! Side by side with him who stands beside her you 
 may trace them; and you know that she who lies there 
 once wandered free over the rocks with him." 
 
 And I said, "Why does she lie there now?" 
 
54 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 And he said, "I take it, ages ago the Age-of-dominion- 
 of -muscular-force found her, and when she stooped low to 
 give suck to her young, and her back was broad, he put 
 his burden of subjection on to it, and tied it on with the 
 broad band of Inevitable Necessity. Then she looked at 
 the earth and the sky, and knew there was no hope for 
 her; and she lay down on the sand with the burden she 
 could not loosen. Ever since she has lain here. And the 
 ages have come, and the ages have gone, but the band of 
 Inevitable Necessity has not been cut." And I looked and 
 saw in her eyes the terrible patience of the centuries^ 
 the ground was wet with her tears, and her nostrils blew 
 up the sand. 
 
 And I said, "Has she ever tried to move?" 
 
 And he said, "Sometimes a limb has quivered. But 
 she is wise; she knows she cannot rise with the burden 
 on her." 
 
 And I said, "Why does not HE who stands by her 
 leave her and go on?" 
 
 And he said, "He cannot. Look — " 
 
 And I saw a broad band passing along the ground 
 from one to the other, and it bound them together. 
 
 He said, "While she lies there, he must stand and 
 look across the desert." 
 
 And I said, "Does he know why he cannot move?" 
 
 And he said, "No." 
 
 And I heard a sound of something cracking, and I 
 looked, and I saw the band that bound the burden on to 
 her back broken asunder: and the burden rolled on to 
 the ground. 
 
 And I said, "What is this?" 
 
 And he said, "The Age-of-muscular-force is dead. 
 The Age-of-nervous-force has killed him with the knife 
 he holds in his hand; and silently and invisibly he has 
 crept up to the woman, and with that knife of Mechanical 
 Invention he has cut the band that bound the burden to 
 her back. The Inevitable Necessity is broken. She might 
 rise now." 
 
 And I saw that she still lay motionless on the sand, 
 with her eyes open and her neck stretched out. And she 
 seemed to look for something on the far-off border of the 
 desert that never came. And I wondered if she were 
 awake or asleep. And as I looked her body quivered, and 
 a light came into her eyes, like when a sunbeam breaks 
 into a dark room. 
 
 I said, "What is it?" 
 
 He whispered, "Hush! the thought has come to her, 
 'Might I not rise'?" 
 
 And I looked. And she raised her head from the 
 sand, and I saw the dent where her neck had lain so long. 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 55 
 
 And she looked at the earth, and she looked at the sky, 
 and she looked at him who stood by her; but he looked 
 out across the desert. 
 
 And I saw her body quiver; and she pressed her front 
 knees to the earth, and veins stood out; and I cried, "She 
 is going to rise!" 
 
 But only her sides heaved, and she lay still where she 
 was. 
 
 But her head she held up; she did not lay it down 
 again. And he beside me said, "She is very weak. See, 
 her legs have been crushed under her long." 
 
 And I saw the creature struggle; and the drops stood 
 out on her. 
 
 And I said, "Surely he who stands beside her will help 
 her?" 
 
 And he beside me answered, "He cannot help her; 
 SHE MUST HELP HERSELF. Let her struggle 'till she 
 is strong." 
 
 And I cried, "At least he will not hinder her! See, he 
 moves farther from her, and tightens the cord between 
 them, and he drags her DOWN." 
 
 And he answered, "He does not understand. When 
 she moves she draws the band that binds them, and hurts 
 him, and he moves further from her. The day will come 
 when he will understand, and will know what she is doing. 
 Let her once stagger to her knees. In that day he will 
 stand close to her, and look into her eyes with sympathy." 
 And she stretched her neck, and the drops fell from her. 
 And the creature rose an inch from the earth and sank 
 back. 
 
 And I cried, "Oh, she is too weak! she cannot walk! 
 The long years have taken all her strength from her. Can 
 she never move?" 
 
 And he answered me, "See the light in her eyes!" 
 
 And slowly the creature staggered on to its knees. 
 
 And I awoke; and all to the east and to the west 
 stretched the barren earth, with the dry bushes on it. 
 The ants ran up and down in the red sand, and the heat 
 beat fiercely. I looked up through the thin branches of 
 the tree at the blue sky overhead. I stretched myself, and 
 I mused over the dream I had had. And I fell asleep 
 again, with my head on my saddle. And in the fierce heat 
 I had another dream. 
 
 I saw a desert and I saw a woman coming out of it. 
 And she came to the bank of a dark river; and the bank 
 was steep and high. And on it an old man met her, who 
 had a long white beard; and a stick that curled was in 
 his hand, and on it v/as written "Reason". And he asked 
 
56 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 her what she wanted; and she said, "I am a woman; and 
 I am seeking for the land of FREEDOM." 
 
 And he said, "It is before you." 
 
 And she said, "I see nothing before me but a dark 
 flowing river, and a bank steep and high, and cuttings 
 here and there with heavy sand in them." 
 
 And he said, "And beyond that?" 
 
 And she said, "I see nothing, but sometimes, when I 
 shade my eyes with my hand, I think I see on the further 
 bank trees and hills, and the sun shining on them!" 
 
 He said, "That is the land of FREEDOM." 
 
 She said, "How am I to get there?" 
 
 He said, "There is one way, and one only. Down the 
 banks of Labor through the water of SUFFERING. There 
 is no other." 
 
 She said, "Is there no bridge?" 
 
 He answered, "None." 
 
 She said, "Is the water deep?" 
 
 He said, "Very deep." 
 
 She said, "Is the floor worn?" 
 
 He said, "It is. Your foot may slip at any time, and 
 you may be lost." 
 
 She said, "Have any crossed already?" 
 
 He said, "Some have TRIED!" 
 
 She said, "Is there a track to show where the best 
 fording is?" 
 
 He said, "It has to be made." 
 
 She shaded her eyes with her hand; and she said, "I 
 will go." 
 
 And he said, "You must take off the clothes you wore 
 in the desert; they are dragged down by them who go 
 into the water so clothed." 
 
 And she threw from her gladly the mantle of Ancient- 
 received-opinions she wore, for it was worn full of holes. 
 And she took the girdle from her waist that she had 
 treasured so long, and the moths flew out of it in a cloud. 
 And he said, "Take the shoes of Dependence off your feet." 
 And she stood there naked, but for one WHITE garment 
 that clung close to her. 
 
 And he said, "That you may keep. So they wear 
 clothes in the land of FREEDOM. In the water it buoys; 
 it always swims." 
 
 And I saw on its breast was written TRUTH; and it 
 was white; the sun had not often shone upon it, the other 
 clothes had covered it up. And he said, "Take this stick; 
 hold it fast. In that day when it slips from your hand 
 you are lost. Put it down before you; feel your way." 
 
 And she said, "I am ready; let me go." 
 
 And he said, "No — but stay; what is that — in your 
 breast?" 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 57 
 
 She was silent. 
 
 He said, "Open it, and let me see." 
 
 And she opened it. And against her breast was a 
 tiny thing, who drank from it, and the yellow curls above 
 his forehead pressed against it; and his knees were drawn 
 up to her, and he held her breasts fast with his hands. 
 And REASON said, "Who is he, and what is he doing 
 here?" 
 
 And she said, "See his little wings — " 
 
 And REASON said, "Put him down." 
 
 And she answered, "He is asleep, and he is drinking! 
 I will carry him to the land of FREEDOM. He has been 
 a child so long, so long I have carried him. In the land of 
 FREEDOM, he will be a man. We will walk together 
 there, and his great white wings will overshadow me. He 
 has lisped one word only to me in the desert, PASSION! 
 I have dreamed he might learn to say FRIENDSHIP in 
 that land." 
 
 And REASON said, "Put him DOWN!" 
 
 And she said, I will carry him so — with one arm, 
 and with the other I will fight the water." 
 
 He said, "Lay him down on the ground. When you 
 are in the water you will forget to fight, you will think 
 only of him. Lay him down." He said, "He will not die. 
 When he finds you have left him alone, he will open his 
 wings and fly. He will be in the land of FREEDOM be- 
 fore you. Those who reach the land of FREEDOM, the 
 first hand they see stretching down the bank to help them 
 shall be LOVE'S. He will be a man then, not a child. In 
 your breast he cannot thrive; put him down that he may 
 grow." 
 
 And she took her bosom from his mouth, and he bit 
 her, so that the blood ran down on the ground. And she 
 laid him down on the earth; and she covered her wound. 
 And she bent and stroked his wings. And I saw the 
 hair on her forehead turn white as snow, and she had 
 changed from youth to age. 
 
 And she stood far off on the bank of the river. And 
 she said, "For what do I go to this far land which no 
 one has ever reached? OH, I AM ALONE! I AM UT- 
 TERLY ALONE!" And REASON, that old man, said to 
 her, "Silence! what do you hear?" 
 
 And she listened intently, and she said, "I hear a 
 sound of feet, a thousand times ten thousand, and thous- 
 ands of thousands, and they beat this way." He said, 
 "They are the feet of those that shall follow you. Lead 
 on! make a track to the water's edge! Where you stand 
 now, the ground will be beaten flat by ten thousand times 
 ten thousand feet." And he said, "Have you seen the 
 locusts how they cross a stream? First one comes down 
 
58 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 to the water's edge, and it is swept away, and then comes 
 another, and then another, and then another, and at last 
 with their bodies piled up a bridge is built and the rest 
 pass over." 
 
 She said, "And of those that come first, some are 
 swept away, and are heard of no more; their bodies do not 
 even build the bridge?" "And what of that?" he said 
 "And what of that?" she said. "They make a track to the 
 water's edge." And she said, "Over that bridge which 
 shall be built with our bodies, who will pass?" 
 
 He said, "The ENTIRE RACE." 
 
 And the woman grasped her staff. 
 
 And I saw her turn down that dark path to the river. 
 
 And I awoke; and all about me was the yellow after- 
 noon light; the sinking sun lit up the fingers of the milk 
 bushes; and my horse stood by me quietly feeding. And 
 I turned on my side, and I watched the ants run by thous- 
 ands in the red sand. I thought I would go on my way 
 now — the afternoon was cooler. Then a drowsiness crept 
 over me again and I laid back my head and fell asleep. 
 
 And I dreamed a dream. 
 
 I dreamed I saw a land. And on the hills walked 
 brave men and brave women hand in hand. And they 
 looked into each other's eyes, and they were not afraid. 
 
 And I saw the women also hold each other's hands. 
 
 And I said to him besides me, "What place is this?" 
 
 And he said, "This is heaven." 
 
 And I said, "Where is it?" 
 
 And he answered, "On earth." 
 
 And I said, "When shall these things be?" 
 
 And he answered, "IN THE NEAR FUTURE." 
 
 And I awoke, and all about me was the sunset light; 
 and on the low hills the sun lay, and a delicious' coolness 
 had crept over everything; and the ants were going slowly 
 home. And I walked toward my horse, who stood quietly 
 feeding. Then the sun passed down behind the hills; but 
 I knew that the next day he would rise again. 
 
 — Taken from Olive Schreiner's 
 book, entitled "Three Dreams." 
 
An Astral Visit to Mars 
 
 From out the confines of my earthly home 
 
 Asleep, I lightly slip, 
 And, clothed in astral form, at will I roam 
 
 On a marvelous ship. 
 The earth appears a yawning gulf, and soon 
 
 As on and on we fly, 
 Assumes the aspect of a giant moon. 
 
 We go so very high. 
 No sense remains of height, depth or direction 
 
 Nor, I might say, of aught 
 But growing astral orbs and their reflection. 
 
 And thus it was I sought 
 A landing on the crimson shores of Mars, 
 
 Planet of mystery, 
 Strange wanderer 'mid a host of glittering stars, 
 
 To gain its history. 
 Raphael, thrice-master of aerial realms, 
 
 Afforded me this trip 
 Whose wondrous revelations sense o'erwhelms. 
 
 My next, and in some respects most remark- 
 able, psychic experience, was a trip to the planet 
 Mars. I retired as usual this night, and falling 
 asleep, I heard three loud raps on my door, and 
 said, "Come in!" As no one appeared, I arose, 
 and opened the door, and standing there was the 
 same young man I previously rode with in the 
 silver automobile. 
 
 He said that he had some friends down stairs 
 whom he wanted me to meet, so I passed out of 
 the door and was about to go down stairs, when 
 I bethought myself that I had not closed the door, 
 and returned to my room to do this. As I did so, 
 I plainly saw my body lying on the bed asleep. I 
 looked at myself and then at the body, and I said, 
 "I am here and I am there also," and it then oc- 
 curred to me that I had separated myself before 
 from my body, so closing the door, I rejoined my 
 
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60 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 companion. We passed out of the front door and 
 down the steps, and there, waiting for us, was an 
 airship, in which were seated two friends of the 
 young man. Both greeted me pleasantly, and my 
 companion assisted me to get seated, placing me 
 with my back to the two fellows, he facing me in 
 the opposite direction. 
 
 This airship that we were in was of the ancient 
 Atlantean type, but much smaller, seating just 
 four passengers comfortably. When we started, 
 I could hear the buzz and vibration of the motor 
 as w r e sped upward in the air. We soon attained 
 a terrific speed, going so fast and so quickly that 
 one had a sensation of being at rest. 
 
 My companion said to me, "If you wish, you 
 can look over the car on the places we are pass- 
 ing and I will call out their names to you." I 
 replied that I did not care to do this, that I was 
 enjoying the ride. But I could not seem to under- 
 stand why I had been seated with my back to 
 the others, so that I had to look backward while 
 they looked forward. With this thought in mind, 
 I turned round quickly, and as I did so my breath 
 was nearly cut off, so tremendous was the rate 
 of speed at which we were going. Gasping for 
 breath, I quickly turned back, realizing then well 
 enough why I had been placed in that position. 
 This experience taught me that one really 
 breathes on astral-flights, as long as the soul re- 
 mains attached to the natural body. 
 
 In what seemed a marvelously short space of 
 time my companion announced that we had ar- 
 rived at our destination. They assisted me out 
 of the machine, and I stepped on what appeared 
 to be a nebulous substance, and as I gazed about 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 61 
 
 me, I got the impression that we were on a com- 
 paratively new planet, just in the process of for- 
 mation. This impression was gained from an ob- 
 servation of the novel method of production. 
 Things were not growing out of the ground as 
 on the earth, but everything appeared to be hid- 
 den and to be brought forth as desired by mag- 
 ical processes. 
 
 We walked hand in hand over the ground 
 which in places was very rough. All at once I 
 remarked that I was hungry. My companion 
 made a few passes in the air with his hands, and 
 there appeared a tree, and on the tree a fruit 
 which resembled our cocoanuts. He picked one 
 and cut open the top with a knife and held it out 
 to me, saying, "Drink!" I placed it to my lips 
 and drank the contents, which was like thick 
 cream. I found it very refreshing, and asked if 
 I might be permitted to pick one to carry home. 
 Thereupon he placed another in my hand, which I 
 carried with me all the time I was on the trip, 
 but was disappointed to find that I did not have 
 it when I awoke. 
 
 Then he took me to see some wonderful canals 
 that were under process of construction, and I 
 saw that the workers were possessed of what we 
 would term magical power also, for whenever they 
 wanted to move anything like a heavy machine, 
 they would make certain passes in the air, and 
 instantly the object would be lifted, or moved 
 according to their wish. 
 
 As this trip was mostly symbolic of alchemic 
 processes, I will not attempt to relate here all that 
 I saw, as, without due explanation, it would not 
 be intelligible. However, I may say there were 
 
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 the jet-black Crow, with the gold-lined wings, the 
 pure white Doves of Diana building their nest in 
 the tree of Yggdrasil, the Golden Swans sailing 
 away on the crystalline sea of Amaranth, and the 
 blood-red Phoenix rising from the heart of the 
 Sun. The men of Mars are men of wonderful ap- 
 pearance, and unexcelled in wisdom. They were 
 dressed in long, flowing robes of purple, with 
 saffron sandals on their feet. 
 
 As I saw them, they were engaged in uncover- 
 ing casket after casket of wonderful treasures, of 
 which I shall have occasion to speak more in the 
 future. After viewing some most astonishing 
 things, I announced that I was ready to return, 
 and was conducted once more to the airship, 
 placed as before with my back to the party, 
 whereupon we began our trip back to earth. I 
 awoke gasping for breath, alarmed at my rapidly 
 beating heart which was struggling to regain its 
 normal vibration as consciousness slowly returned. 
 
 In aspiring to these journeys, which are popu- 
 larly called "soul-flights," though a much better 
 term might be invented for them, one should con- 
 tent himself at first with short flights about this 
 earth, before essaying longer ones to the planets, 
 as he can thus acquire the knowledge of a most 
 important matter, that of again recovering con- 
 sciousness in the corporeal form, after it has been 
 discarded by the astral. It is, after a long absence, 
 difficult to steady the fluttering heart, and restore 
 it to its accustomed vibration, and frequently, if 
 one is not already an adept, this connection may 
 be permanently severed. It is not a business for 
 amateurs to experiment with. 
 
 I myself have no difficulty whatever in visiting 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 63 
 
 any place I wish. For instance, I recently took 
 a trip from Florida to one of the Northern states 
 to the home of my former husband, where I found 
 him eating supper with his companion, and stood 
 near enough to touch him, and hear their conver- 
 sation. I saw distinctly what they had for lunch 
 even. They were, of course, wholly unaware of 
 my presence. People bound up in materiality, 
 before the spiritual faculty awakens, may be said 
 to be as blind as bats, and as thick as a stone wall. 
 They little know what is going on about them. If 
 they only knew that every movement was ob- 
 served, and every thought was known, they would 
 be more careful of what they do and think. 
 
 When, as I intend later to do, I shall have 
 placed at the disposition of my readers the facts 
 of existence on these distant planes as they have 
 been revealed to me in various astral-flights, it 
 will prove not only a revelation, but will be a revo- 
 lution of existing theories, most of which are 
 naturally wide of the mark. That people live on 
 all the planets, each and every race differing 
 widely in appearance, in habits, occupations, and, 
 more than all, in mental status, is a fact that has 
 come under my repeated observation. A com- 
 plete study of these races will be possible only 
 through a deeper unfoldment of the psychic fac- 
 ulty of man. 
 
Restoration of the Christ 
 
 A woman's form at dawn is seen 
 
 Keeping her vigil by the tomb. 
 What can the sign and symbol mean 
 
 But that her light dispels the gloom ? 
 For Christ lies dead until reborn 
 
 Within the woman's heart of love, 
 Then comes the resurrection morn 
 
 And angels sing their songs above. 
 By her, the word is preached to men 
 
 In the coming dispensation, 
 And Christ is only born again 
 
 Through her divine creation. 
 
 My next dream I found to be a very good lesson 
 to me in another way. I dreamed I was walking 
 through a large building in the center of which 
 were long corridors with rooms on either side. As 
 I passed one certain room, I noticed the door 
 slightly ajar. I looked in, and on the bed lay the 
 most beautiful baby boy I had ever seen. Push- 
 ing the door further open, I walked over to the 
 baby and picking it up in my arms pressed it to 
 my heart, laying it down again reluctantly. 
 
 I shall never forget the vision of that child, 
 its little head a cluster of golden curls, its large 
 violet-blue eyes shining like stars, and the little 
 cheeks looking like the rosy-red cheek of an apple. 
 I gazed long and earnestly at the lovely babe, 
 wishing it were mine. I stepped out again into 
 the hall, and closing the door walked on further, 
 when I came to another door ajar. I looked in 
 and there on the bed lay the Virgin Mary. I 
 recognized her by her features and the halo about 
 her head, having had a previous vision of her. I 
 went up to the bed, and said, 'What, you here, 
 sick in bed, and you the Virgin Mary I Why are 
 
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PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 65 
 
 you sick ?" She pointed to a glass casket that was 
 on the bed, and looking in this I saw lying there 
 the Christ-child, dead! 
 
 Even in my dream I understood the symbol. 
 Opening the casket, I took the dead baby in my 
 arms, kissed it, and pressed it to my warm breast 
 repeatedly, until it began to move, and after a 
 little while to coo and smile at me. Then I gave 
 it back to the mother, who was immediately made 
 well, and rose from the bed. Again I walked down 
 the hall and outside the building, where a crowd 
 of people was standing. I went over to them and 
 said, "What are you all waiting for?" And they 
 replied, "We are waiting for a minister, who is 
 to be chosen to preach to us." Just then a mes- 
 senger from heaven dropped down beside me, 
 and placing a scroll in my hand, disappeared. I 
 realized when I had brought the dead Christ-child 
 to life that it had an important meaning, but the 
 full significance did not dawn upon me until the 
 scroll was placed in my hands and then I knew 
 I was the chosen one. Looking long at the scroll 
 which I held, I led the way to a small white 
 marble temple that stood close by, and as we were 
 going up the steps I observed on the door three 
 golden figures, "999," whereupon I awoke. The 
 number nine is the symbol of mastership, and 
 three nines signify "Thrice Master." 
 
 A Trip to Grandmother's Spirit Home 
 
 I visioned the viewless unseen, 
 
 I beheld what seers only see. 
 I scanned the long vistas between, 
 
 And fathomed life's mystery. 
 
 ***** 
 
 One Tuesday afternoon, while alone, busy, 
 sewing in my little home, I was surprised to hear 
 
66 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 a sweet voice say, "I want my sister Florence." 
 Looking around, I saw standing in the doorway 
 my baby sister, Laura, who had passed over some 
 years before. I held out my arms to her, and, as 
 she came toward me smiling, I observed that she 
 was carrying in her hand a basket of white lilies. 
 
 She came to my side and placing the basket 
 on my lap said, "I picked these lilies for you from 
 grandma's garden, and she sent you this message 
 with her love : 'Friday night/ " I bent down to 
 press a kiss on her sweet, little face, and was 
 about to clasp her in my arms when she vanished 
 from sight. 
 
 "Friday night," I thought to myself, what a 
 strange message! What was to happen Friday? 
 All I could do was to wait patiently and see what 
 would happen. Friday came and went without 
 special occurrence. At night I retired as usual 
 and fell asleep. I was awakened very suddenly 
 by three loud raps on the door. I sat up in bed, 
 and called out, "Come in!" and then, as I looked 
 about the room, I saw no walls, for I could readily 
 see through into the next room and out into the 
 hall. It all appeared like one room. Coming 
 toward me was the spirit of the young man that 
 had taken me on the trips I have related. I arose 
 to greet him. As I did so, I glanced at the clock 
 on the dresser; it was just two o'clock and I had 
 retired at nine. I looked at the bed and my body 
 was still there, apparently asleep. 
 
 He took me by the hand and we passed into the 
 hall, and down stairs into the street, from which 
 we began to make our ascent. I said to him, "Is 
 it not strange that I can float up into the air just 
 as you can?" 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 67 
 
 "No, not strange/' he replied, "because you are 
 functioning in your astral body." 
 
 "Where are we going?" I asked. 
 
 "To see your grandma," he replied. 
 
 We had not risen far above the buildings, be- 
 fore we began to meet many people, all of whom 
 appeared to be very busy, some going one way and 
 some another, just as we see them in earth life. 
 
 I said to him, "Why, these people act just as 
 they might have done in earth life!" 
 
 "Yes," he responded, "they do not yet realize 
 that they are anywhere else but on the earth." 
 
 "Is it possible?" I said. "How pitiful! And 
 how long will it be before they awaken to the 
 realization of their condition ?" 
 
 "They are entering this sphere every day!" 
 he replied. "Some have been here as long as ten 
 years of your time, some fifty years, and some 
 hundreds of years, all unconscious of the fact." 
 
 I have never forgotten the impression that this 
 sight and a knowledge of the facts as he revealed 
 them made upon me. 
 
 We passed on up higher and entered another 
 plane where the people seemed much different in 
 many ways. They, at least, realized where they 
 were, living there with their loved ones as they 
 did, in beautiful homes. I met there two ladies 
 that I had known in the earth life some years pre- 
 viously. They shook hands with me, and appeared 
 to remember me, as well as though they had just 
 left me a week or so before. 
 
 We passed on further and finally stopped at a 
 little white cottage set back on a beautiful lawn, 
 surrounded by the loveliest flower beds I had seen 
 since I left England. I was surprised at the evi- 
 
68 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 dence of so much neatness and taste in culture, 
 and such beauty in design as was exhibited in 
 these grounds. As I wandered about, my com- 
 panion plucked quantities of various blossoms and 
 filled my arms with them. 
 
 Glancing at the cottage near by, I saw my 
 grandmother sitting there in her wheel-chair, as 
 natural as life. I ran quickly across the lawn and 
 threw my flowers in her lap, and bending down 
 kissed her dear, sweet face time and again. 
 "Grandma," I said, "I am so glad to see you once 
 more! I haven't seen you for years, but I have 
 thought of you so often. I just knew that we 
 should meet again up here in this lovely world!" 
 
 "Yes, child," she said, "I am happy here, but 
 I am worried about you." 
 
 "About me," I exclaimed, "worried about me? 
 Why, grandma, what am I doing to cause you to 
 worry ?" 
 
 "It is nothing you are doing," she replied; "I 
 am worried about your health. Look," she said, 
 "the wild geese are flying over and winter is com- 
 ing on, and I am so worried about you !" 
 
 I looked up, and passing over were hundreds 
 of wild geese wending their way southward. 
 
 I said to her, "Grandma, dear, I don't want 
 you to worry about me ; I am all right, I am per- 
 fectly well. But you worry me, sitting here in 
 this chair. Why do you not get up and walk? 
 You are not living on earth now, and don't have 
 to stay in this old chair. I want to see you up 
 and walking about your beautiful home, and the 
 next time I come to see you, I want you to walk 
 out and meet me. I must be going now, grand- 
 ma. Goodby." 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 69 
 
 I stooped to kiss her, and as I did so, my com- 
 panion came up the steps, and, taking me by the 
 hand, we again started on our journey. We 
 seemed to travel on quite a distance, when we 
 came to a place where I was unable to move. And 
 I said to him, "I cannot move." He smiled and 
 pointed over to the right, where I beheld a mar- 
 velous sight. There were beautiful, white marble 
 buildings with large domes, ancient temples, 
 mosques and universities of wonderful architec- 
 ture, all illumined with a soft yellow light that 
 came from space. 
 
 Many people were to be seen, and they were 
 all gowned in flowing white garments, while their 
 faces shone as the sun. I desired to enter this 
 sphere, and because I could not, I began to weep. 
 My tears fell like rain. I looked around for my 
 companion. He had gone. I was left alone. Then 
 I turned to look down on this planet, earth, and a 
 black pall appeared to hang over it, blacker than 
 any black cloud I had ever seen. At this I shud- 
 dered, and crying out that I did not want to return 
 to all this darkness, I awoke, actually crying as 
 if my heart would break. It was just six o'clock; 
 thus I had been gone exactly four hours. 
 
 Healed by the Power of Faith 
 
 And Peter walked upon the wave 
 
 Led by a Master hand, 
 No sinking in a watery grave 
 
 When Faith is in command. 
 "I am the resurrection and the life, 
 
 The works I do, are yours." — 
 Why, then, succumb to earthly strife, 
 
 When life eternally endures? 
 
 •fC 3^C 9p» 3fC 3pS 
 
 Shortly after this I dreamed that I was in a 
 large body of water, sinking, down, down, and 
 
70 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 try as I would, I could not rise. It seemed as 
 though I had gone down fully a quarter of a mile 
 and, just as my foot touched bottom, I looked 
 through the water, and there coming toward me, 
 surrounded with hundreds of baby angels, was 
 the figure of the Christ. Instantly I reached out 
 my hands to him, and together we rose to the 
 surface and walked upon the water. At this point 
 I awoke. 
 
 The following winter I was taken ill, and every 
 day I grew worse. Weeks passed into months, 
 and still there was no improvement in my condi- 
 tion. I had had five doctors, and each diagnosed 
 the case differently. They evidently did not know 
 what the trouble was. It was, however, shown 
 me in a vision wherein I saw a waterfall, the out- 
 let of which was choked with stones. This to me 
 plainly meant organic disturbance of the kidneys. 
 Finally an operation was suggested, which I flatly 
 refused to submit to. I was aware that that is 
 the final recourse of ignorant medical practition- 
 ers, who wish to pad their fees. If I was to die, 
 I preferred death by another and less painful 
 route. 
 
 What I suffered during these long months, 
 God only knows. At last I felt I could stand no 
 more. The nurse hastily called the doctor in the 
 middle of the night, but before he arrived I had 
 a sinking spell, and the cold, clammy, death-sweat 
 and failing pulse indicated that the end was near. 
 As I lay there rapidly losing consciousness, my 
 dream of sinking in the water flashed before me. 
 Never once during all those weeks of pain had I 
 thought of it. 
 
 The doctor arrived, and as he sat there watch- 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 71 
 
 ing me, I began to affirm "Life, life!" This was 
 a difficult thing to do with hardly a breath left, 
 but I reached out with faith into the Christ Con- 
 sciousness for the life that the Christ had im- 
 parted to me when sinking in the water. Before 
 the dawn, the doctor drew a long breath and said, 
 "She is better!" The climax was passed. Some 
 weeks later found me perfectly well and strong, 
 working in a government office, and I have never 
 had a sick day since. Such is the healing power 
 of the Christ, and yet people will scoff and say 
 that the dead are no longer raised, and that 
 the days of miracles have passed ! 
 
 Passing of the Old Age 
 
 "Howl ye; for the day of the LORD is at 
 hand; it shall come as a destruction from the Al- 
 mighty" — Isaiah 13, 6. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 I will now cite a few visions that relate to the 
 coming of the New Jerusalem on earth. In the 
 Apocalypse, that wonderful revelation of St. John, 
 the mystery book of the Bible, we are promised 
 that the old world regimes will be swept away, 
 and an entirely new dispensation set in. Accord- 
 ing to the prophecy, it is to be an era of peace, 
 love and joy where Christ is to reign on earth a 
 thousand years. There are also prophecies in 
 Daniel, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and other books of the 
 Old Testament which seem to refer to the same 
 event. 
 
 Several very able scholars, like Professor Tot- 
 ten, have put their heads to deciphering these 
 prophecies, attempting to solve the chronologies 
 given in the ancient texts, so as to get a clew to 
 
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 the probable dates that these occurrences may be 
 expected to transpire. It remained for one in- 
 spired man, William Redding, to gain, through 
 spiritual insight, the TRUE version of this matter, 
 which he has ably set forth in his work,* "Our 
 Near Future." 
 
 Long before I had read Mr. Redding's book, 
 I had visions of this great event, the coming of 
 the Age of Peace, which I will relate. In Febru- 
 ary of the same year that the war started, I was 
 living under the English flag, when one night I 
 dreamed I stood on rather a high mountain, and 
 looking below, I saw hundreds of people running 
 to and fro as though insane. Some were kneeling 
 in the streets, others appeared very much excited. 
 I walked down from my mountain to enquire of 
 the people what the trouble was — what it was 
 that was making them act so wild, and a woman 
 said to me, "Why, don't you know? Haven't you 
 heard there is war?" 
 
 "War?" I said. "Well, what of it? I see no 
 reason to act so wild, because of war !" 
 
 I went back up on the mountain thinking that 
 they could run wild if they wanted to, I myself 
 did not care to join in any such a meelee, and 
 while I stood there looking around, a large golden 
 Cross appeared in the sky, and as I watched it 
 there appeared across the arms of it these words, 
 "FLY, FOR MY TIME TO COME IS AT HAND !" 
 I knelt down on the mountain, and raising my 
 hands, exclaimed, "I am SO GLAD, SO GLAD!" 
 Then the Cross disappeared. 
 
 Over to the right was a flag-pole, and flying 
 
 *"Our Near Future," published by E. Loomis, Peekskill- 
 on-the-Hudson, N. Y. 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 73 
 
 on the breeze was an English flag, and as I looked 
 at it, it suddenly left the pole, and landed at my 
 feet. I stooped to pick it up and as I did so, I 
 again looked back at the pole, and there flying was 
 an American flag. By this I knew that I was to 
 return to America. War was declared, as we all 
 know, on July the 28th, and a few months later I 
 returned to the United States. 
 
 The Word of God 
 
 "They are made ministers according to the 
 dispensation of God which is given to them for 
 you, to fulfill the word of God." 
 
 *?» H* *i* *K ^K 
 
 Two months later, after the dream which I 
 have just narrated, I dreamed that I was standing 
 under an immense olive tree. As I stood there 
 I heard a voice say, "Waiting for the Word of 
 God." In a short time I saw coming toward me 
 two men dressed in long purple robes with sandals 
 on their feet. As they greeted me I was struck 
 with the marked resemblance between the two 
 persons. It was impossible to tell one from the 
 other. As they turned northward to depart down 
 a long, narrow path, illumined by the light of the 
 sun, I observed that even their heads were of the 
 same dimensions, and both bald, exactly alike. 
 
 I followed along behind them, and as I did so, 
 I saw coming out from behind the tree where 
 we had been standing, a terrible, evil-looking mon- 
 ster. I was on the point of screaming, when I 
 looked overhead and saw a most beautiful angel 
 clad in white and gold, and in her right hand a 
 golden staff, guarding us three as we went, and I 
 heard a voice say, "He shall give his angels charge 
 
74 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 concerning thee/' And I awoke. This dream re- 
 lates to a great event soon to transpire in my 
 experience. These men are like the two witnesses 
 seen by St. John, the revelator. They are to be 
 chosen to lead the elect of God. There is at the 
 present time no man spiritual enough to lead these 
 elect people, but in time these two will appear. 
 This vision emphasizes the fact that the Word of 
 God is nigh and the New Jerusalem is AT HAND. 
 
 The Promised Land 
 
 "For behold I create new heavens, and a new 
 earth, and I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in 
 my people; and it shall come to pass that before 
 they call I will answer and while they are yet 
 speaking I will hear." 
 
 ***** 
 
 Quite recently I had a dream of this Promised 
 Land. I myself with a party of friends, took a 
 long journey, and when we arrived at our desti- 
 nation, there was a lovely home awaiting us. We 
 proceeded to explore the house, and I picked up 
 several ornaments and nick-nacks on the mantle- 
 piece. These were red, white and blue in color, 
 in fact, they were the national colors minus the 
 stars. 
 
 One of the party suggested that we explore 
 the grounds, and with that we passed out into 
 the yard, and through the meadow to the edge of 
 a hill. From here we looked down into a peaceful 
 valley below, where, beside placid pools, the most 
 lovely looking animals were grazing with their 
 young. Evidently they were not afraid, for they 
 came running up to us, rubbing their silky noses 
 on our hands and arms, apparently happy that 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 75 
 
 they were permitted to live in perfect peace. I 
 looked around at the luxuriant vegetation, and I 
 said, "Who would ever dream that there was war 
 here so recently !" Just then a Voice said : "THIS 
 is the New Jerusalem/' At that instant a baby 
 squirrel jumped from the tree under which I was 
 standing on to my arm. All I could say was, 
 "How lovely it all is I" Whereupon I awoke. 
 
 Mediumship 
 
 I desire to add a few words here concerning 
 psychic powers. Many ask me if I encourage 
 mediumship. This is a somewhat difficult ques- 
 tion to answer, inasmuch as there is mediumship 
 and mediumship. Here, as elsewhere, we find a 
 verification of the saying, "A little knowledge is 
 a dangerous thing." 
 
 The ideals of most of those aspiring to spiri- 
 tual mastership are altogether too low and com- 
 monplace. Most people are satisfied with a few 
 simple and childish manifestations of spiritual 
 power and influence. If a table tips, or they elicit 
 a few raps, or get a response to some trifling ques- 
 tion, they are perfectly satisfied to rest there — 
 that to them is a complete demonstration of spir- 
 itualism. They seem to think it incumbent on 
 them to prove through such mediumship the fact 
 of spiritualism — a fact that stands already prov- 
 en, and amply demonstrated in the lives and 
 teachings of a long line of sages throughout the 
 ages — a fact which virtually requires no more 
 demonstration to a reasoning mind than the fact 
 that the planets move about the sun, or that the 
 seasons come and go with regularity. 
 
76 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 If one has no higher idea of mediumship than 
 this, and no desire to expand the limited knowl- 
 edge which he possesses into a more glorious 
 realization, one beyond present conception, and 
 one that awaits the intrepid explorer of the higher 
 realms of spirit, he had best content himself for 
 the present with life on the material plane, where 
 he can be guided by his common senses, for it 
 is actually dangerous and deleterious mentally and 
 physically to play with these forces as exhibited 
 on the lower planes of spirit manifestation. 
 
 The great error lies in the popular conception 
 of the spiritual realm itself. Most people, trained 
 in the orthodox kindergarten of the church, where 
 they are accustomed to being regaled with fairy 
 stories of the heavenly realm, imagine it to be a 
 place of the utmost purity, in which only the most 
 transcendant bliss is realizable. They are taught 
 that all the evil spirits are segregated either in 
 purgatory or hell. Very well, let them hold to 
 this conception for the present till they know 
 better. But even under this arrangement they 
 ought to reason that if angels can come from 
 heaven, there is nothing to prevent devils coming 
 from hell. 
 
 The truth is that it is not possible for these 
 human beings to conceive of either heaven or hell 
 as they exist. It is not the place people inhabit, 
 but the people themselves, that makes the condi- 
 tion what it is. Witness the different degrees and 
 grades of mental and spiritual unfoldment on the 
 earth plane today, and then realize that you find 
 the very same degrees and grades correspondingly 
 in the realms beyond. 
 
 The average medium, and spiritualists in gen- 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 77 
 
 eral, seem to think it a wonderful thing to be 
 "controlled" by some spirit force. No doubt it 
 is a wonderful thing, but it may also be a most 
 vicious thing, for suppose the control be the spirit 
 of a drunkard, or a libertine, as it might be, what 
 would be the result? Nor do some mediums seem 
 to be very particular in regard to their controls. 
 Some spirits are most clever at masking their real 
 personality. It must be understood that when 
 evil persons pass out into the spiritual realm, they 
 go precisely as they leave the earth, with the same 
 degenerate instincts and habits. Such spirits are 
 said to be "earth-bound/' as they cannot or do 
 not seem to get away from the earth, but continue 
 to mingle freely with the living, just as when they 
 were alive. 
 
 Having lost their sense-body, the only way for 
 them to indulge the degraded desires and abnor- 
 mal appetites they acquired on earth, is to fasten 
 themselves upon some mediumistic person, obsess 
 him, and use him for their own vile and selfish 
 purposes. If the truth were known, two-thirds 
 of all the crimes committed in the world are at- 
 tributable to such obsession. The courts are just 
 beginning to recognize in some instances the force 
 of hypnotic suggestion, but judges are as yet 
 wholly unawakened as to the power of spirit ob- 
 session, which is virtually the same thing as hyp- 
 nosis, though of a far more subtle and virulent 
 type — more dangerous, because unsuspected. 
 
 To be a genuine medium and be free from such 
 obsession is to be master of one's forces, and how 
 many ever attain to any such distinction, or try 
 to attain it? A person who is in earnest to make 
 a career thinks nothing of spending years, or even 
 
78 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 a life-time, to perfect himself in his chosen pro- 
 fession or trade. He knows that this has to be 
 done if he would really succeed. Surely, then, one 
 must be willing to give the same amount of time 
 and devotion to the unfolding of the spiritual 
 faculty, the very highest faculty or sense pos- 
 sessed by mankind. Eminence and perfection in 
 mediumship as in art is attained only through 
 great suffering and self-denial. It requires sub- 
 lime faith and fixity of purpose to reach the goal. 
 No road to any profession is so long and tedious, 
 so dark and dangerous, so unpromising and so 
 illy rewarded from a material standpoint. One 
 meets, instead of sympathy and encouragement, 
 rebuke and scorn, as I have all my life. The cry 
 of the crucified Savior has often been on my lips : 
 "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me !" 
 
 Speaking of obsession and the manner in which 
 evil spirits sometimes mask themselves, I will cite 
 an instance in my own experience. To explain 
 this, it seems necessary for me to relate a little 
 more of my personal life. 
 
 My second marriage was in many ways a 
 happy one. It was entered into purely for com- 
 panionship and unfoldment. By mutual agree- 
 ment, we eliminated the usual expression of sex 
 from our lives, knowing this to be an important 
 step in attaining the heights at which we aimed. 
 To most people this would have been a terrible 
 cross to bear, but that is because they are bound 
 to the material world, and have no real spiritual 
 aspirations. To us it was no cross, but a compact 
 gladly entered into. 
 
 One night I awoke to hear someone softly call- 
 ing my name in ardent accents. Looking, I saw a 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 79 
 
 man kneeling by the bedside, with his arm across 
 the coverlet. At first I thought it was my hus- 
 band, as the one speaking called me by a pet name 
 which no one except my husband ever used. It 
 was, indeed, his perfect image in every detail, the 
 same face and features, the same voice, the same 
 dress. He bent over to kiss me, and as he did 
 so my soul recognized that it was but a simulac- 
 rum, a masked spirit, attempting to take posses- 
 sion of me in this manner. I raised my hand to 
 push him away, but I had not the physical 
 strength to do so. Exerting all the power of my 
 will, realizing instantly what I had to do to con- 
 quer him, I arose and forced him to the door, and 
 through my husband's room, out into the hall, 
 where he disappeared. My exertion was so great, 
 the vampire having so depleted my physical 
 strength in order to maintain his visible appear- 
 ance, that I fell exhausted on the floor. Recover- 
 ing, I arose, and saw my husband sound asleep in 
 his own bed — a confirmation, if I had needed one, 
 of my soul's intuition. 
 
 Nor was that the end of the temptation. I 
 had that Thing to fight nearly every other night 
 or day for three months afterward. I fought it 
 until I was simply worn out and ill from the 
 effects. Even in broad daylight, it would spring 
 from behind the draperies at me, thinking by tak- 
 ing me unawares it would be able to gain posses- 
 sion of my mind. . 
 
 Then I bethought myself of the temptation 
 of our Lord in the wilderness, and, recognizing 
 the tempter as the very same evil force of which 
 it is said that it hath power to deceive the very 
 elect, I mustered all my volitionary powers, 
 
80 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 backed by the calm faith of understanding and 
 met the Thing as it next appeared with the af- 
 firmation: "Get thee behind me Satan!" Thus I 
 overcame the Thing once and for all time. It dis- 
 appeared and troubled me no more. 
 
 Following this last experience I had a most 
 transcendent vision of the Christ. This was 
 shown me by a wonderful master that hovers 
 near me. His face I always see in a square mir- 
 ror which appears on the wall. On this particu- 
 lar occasion the walls and ceiling seemed to van- 
 ish and I looked into the blue sky which suddenly 
 opened, and there, amid the' mass of spotless 
 white clouds, appeared the body of the Christ 
 beautifully illumined. His smiling face looked 
 down upon me, and he put out his shapely hands 
 over me as if in blessing. As he did so, I saw 
 hundreds of black hands stretching up to him 
 from earth, as if begging for relief, and imme- 
 diately the heavens rolled together like a scroll. 
 As I lay pondering for a long time on this won- 
 derful vision, I got the impression that I was to 
 receive the power to bring illumination to the 
 hearts of these suppliants. 
 
 One must not expect earthly rewards for 
 overcoming. Christ said, "To him that over- 
 cometh, a New Name shall be given, and I will 
 give him the Morning Star." By the process of 
 overcoming, one is transformed and becomes as 
 it were a being apart. The "Morning Star" 
 symbolizes the brightness of vision. It marks 
 the dawning of a new day and the entrance into 
 a new world of heavenly experience. 
 
 We surely must master ourselves, before we 
 can hope or expect to master others. And how 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 81 
 
 can one say he is master, so long as he has to 
 bow to material elements? Will the waters 
 drown him? Will the fire burn him? If he 
 falls from a precipice, will he be dashed in 
 pieces? If so, then he has not yet attained to 
 real mastership, for spirit is amenable to no 
 material law whatever. It is master of matter, 
 the latter being only a form or expression of 
 spirit itself. 
 
 Mediumship, so-called, is only the first step. 
 From this it is necessary to go forward on a 
 long and arduous journey in order to reach the 
 heights. I am not developing my powers for 
 any display of mediumship. It is because this 
 phase of spiritualism alone has been paraded be- 
 fore the public that the majority of people have 
 become disgusted with the whole subject, even 
 doubting that it. rests on a true foundation. 
 
 The true powers of mediumship, one of the 
 most prominent of which is physical healing, 
 are considered miraculous, and men have enacted 
 laws against the exhibition of the miraculous. 
 Such laws as those enacted against spiritual 
 healing are instigated and fathered by a low 
 form of jealousy which inheres in the medical 
 profession as a body. In the same way it re- 
 sents any system that appears to deprive some 
 member of a fee for services. That is all there 
 is to it, and the common people who permit such 
 laws to be passed and enforced stand by and 
 see their real saviors dragged off to jail, while 
 they go on taking the filthy drugs of their dear 
 doctors, one patient dropping dead every tick 
 of the watch. And they see nothing incongru- 
 ous in establishing by law a healing system that 
 
82 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 seldom heals, or in repudiating one that heals 
 miraculously or in a way they cannot under- 
 stand. 
 
 What if Christ were on earth today practic- 
 ing the powers of mediumship as he was 1900 
 years ago? He would be promptly arrested 
 and thrown into jail, as so many of his consci- 
 entious disciples have been. 
 
 Why do not the churches endorse the method 
 of Christ healing, when Christ distinctly said 
 that all his true followers should heal? If the 
 ministers are true followers, as they are sup- 
 posed to be, why do they not heal? They say 
 all this is the work of the devil. This is exactly 
 what the Pharisees said to Jesus when he made 
 the blind see and the dumb to speak. The 
 Pharisees said, "This fellow doth not cast out 
 devils but by Beelzebub, the prince of devils." 
 And Jesus, knowing their thoughts, said, "Every 
 kingdom divided against itself is brought to 
 desolation, and every city or house divided 
 against itself shall not stand. And if Satan 
 cast out Satan, he is divided against himself; 
 how then shall his kingdom stand? And if I 
 by Beelzebub cast out devils, by whom do your 
 children cast them out? Let them be the 
 judge. But if I cast out devils by the Spirit of 
 God, then the kingdom of God is come unto 
 you." Is every clergyman in Christendom so 
 dense that he cannot comprehend this plain re- 
 buke? And yet it sets none of them right. The 
 common sense and logic of a five-year-old child 
 would perceive that evil could not cast out evil. 
 And that is exactly why drugs never heal. Drugs 
 are evil and they are used to cast out a more 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 83 
 
 active form of evil, which is sickness. The re- 
 sult is a greater evil — death and dissolution of 
 the earthly temple, the body. And then they 
 call it witchcraft! Not long ago the pious Cot- 
 ton Mather and other religious fanatics burned 
 the witches at Salem. And who were these 
 thus inhumanly tortured? Simply people who 
 were psychic and who began to manifest some 
 of the first degrees of mediumship. Many of 
 them were not even that, they were just sus- 
 pects, they "acted queer/' so they were seized 
 and burned with the rest! There is not a 
 particle of doubt but that the Catholic church 
 would do the same thing today if it dared. You 
 ask a priest why, as vicegerent of God and spir- 
 itual representative of Christ, he does not heal 
 or see spirits and he will tell you he can do it 
 all right, but it "makes him sweat." YE GODS ! 
 "Makes him sweat!" I have seen them "sweat- 
 ing" across the divide for very different reasons, 
 and the sure prospect is held up to the whole 
 bunch that they will on their arrival need more 
 than palm-leaf fans to be quite comfortable! 
 
 Only last summer, while on my way to work 
 one morning, I met one of the girls that worked 
 in the same office with me and as we passed the 
 Catholic church, she stepped in to give her of- 
 fering and tell her beads. As it was pouring 
 with rain I stepped in also to wait for her. I 
 saw lying on a small table, three rosaries. I 
 was impressed to pick up one of them and, as I 
 did so, I became conscious of their having been 
 handled by a deceased priest. Just then I looked 
 up the aisle of the church and saw coming to- 
 ward me, his arm upraised, gesticulating, the 
 
84 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 spirit of this discarnate priest. He was fairly 
 flying down the aisle and ejaculated, "Go out of 
 here! Go out, quick! Don't let them get you 
 as they did me!" I replied, "You do not need 
 to fear for me, I have long since passed the 
 point where smoke and holy water appear at- 
 tractive. Back to your rest and forget it I" 
 
 A Glimpse Into the Past 
 
 Each object that we see 
 
 Is but a symbol of the Mystery, 
 
 Moreover 'tis a token 
 
 Of a certain Word, divinely spoken. 
 
 And, when we understand, 
 
 E'en walls and empires fall at our command; 
 
 And, as we deeper look, 
 
 We view past deeds writ in the Golden Book; 
 
 Anon we turn our gaze 
 
 Upon the unborn scenes of future days. 
 
 Just as I retired one evening, the room that 
 had been dark but a moment before became 
 suddenly illumined with a soft, opalescent light. 
 Again the square mirror appeared on the wall, 
 and in it the master's face. This time he held 
 up to view an oval tablet of stone, which was 
 filled with gold writing. Then a square table 
 appeared in the middle of the room draped in 
 immaculate whiteness, on top of which was a 
 white pyramid minus the cap-stone, and at the 
 side of the pyramid was a white cone. 
 
 I knew by this symbol that I was eventu- 
 ally to rise in spirituality until I was able to 
 put the cap-stone on this pyramid, and that 
 when I reached this degree as shown in the 
 vision I would be permitted to read the gold 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 85 
 
 writing which the ancient slab of stone con- 
 tained. 
 
 This master has never spoken a word though 
 he has appeared to me many, many times, but 
 while he is near I am able to see into the be- 
 yond as plainly as when looking at an object 
 in a mirror. If I happen to be tired out from 
 my day's work, the presence of this master is 
 more refreshing to me than a sound slumber 
 of many hours. Everything is shown to me by 
 him symbolically. He has placed an open book 
 in front of me several times and turned its 
 pages, permitting me to read the wonderful 
 wisdom that it contained. This book is always 
 surrounded by an aureole of light, so that I can 
 see to read it no matter how dark the room may 
 be. 
 
 I understand that I am to write a duplicate 
 of this book for the benefit of the Truth seek- 
 ers in the near future. I shall write it and have 
 it published EXACTLY as I see it before me. 
 This book was once written,* but was destroyed 
 ages ago on account of the truth it contained. 
 Why this book and the revelation it contains 
 should be given to me I do not know, unless it 
 is because I have prized TRUTH beyond any- 
 thing else. This master and myself lived ages 
 ago in ancient Atlantis, at a time when civiliza- 
 tion was far in advance of what it is today. 
 We also lived and worked together in one of the 
 temples in Egypt, until one day while out feed- 
 ing my pet doves in the garden, I was stolen 
 by a most wicked man who had occasionally 
 seen me from his palace window strolling with 
 my lover. This man carried me to his luxurious 
 
86 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 palace which was surrounded with high walls, all 
 entrances being guarded. Escape from such a 
 place seemed impossible. When we entered the 
 castle he walked into the opposite room and 
 picked up a long-stemmed pipe that lay on a 
 richly carved table near at hand and throwing 
 himself down on a beautifully brocaded divan, 
 he was soon sound asleep. 
 
 Then it was that I stole out of the room and 
 passed softly and swiftly through other luxuri- 
 ously furnished apartments, out on a broad bal- 
 cony overlooking the gardens. I ran down the 
 steps and out to where I saw the guards, and 
 imagine my surprise when the first one I met 
 was the man who had pretended to be my faith- 
 ful lover. He advised me to go back to the 
 palace and appear to remain calm and content 
 until nightfall, when he had a plan for our es- 
 cape together. I no longer trusted him, but I 
 returned to the balcony where I seemed to smell 
 a sickening odor issuing from the doorway of 
 that beautiful palace. As I expected, the plan 
 that my supposed lover was to put into execu- 
 tion that night, failed. I had other reasons for 
 believing him false, and realizing what my life 
 was to be, shut up in this man's power, I pre- 
 ferred death, so I took my own life. 
 
 Because of this tragedy by which my life 
 was prematurely terminated, I sought reincarna- 
 tion once again to pick up the threads of un- 
 foldment where I had dropped them. My hus- 
 band in this present incarnation was the very 
 guard at the palace in Egypt to whom I ap- 
 pealed for help. I knew beforehand that we 
 were destined to meet, for I saw him in a vision 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 87 
 
 one afternoon as I sat on the banks of Lake 
 Champlain years before the actual meeting took 
 place. Nothing, however, in relation to our past 
 experiences was shown me until some years 
 later. 
 
 Good Seed Sown 
 
 "And whosoever shall give to drink unto one 
 of these little ones a cup of cold water in my 
 name, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise 
 lose his reward." 
 
 ***** 
 
 I will now relate what seemed to me a won- 
 derful illustration of the good that may be ac- 
 complished through a positive knowledge of the 
 conditions of the after-life. I was living in a 
 distant city, and it was my desire to attend the 
 business college there. I was endeavoring to 
 earn a free scholarship by soliciting pupils. I 
 walked day after day in the boiling hot sun, 
 blistering my feet, and receiving rebuff after 
 rebuff at the doors, until I was totally discour- 
 aged. One night I dreamed that I was standing 
 in the arched doorway of the college, and I 
 heard a voice say, "In the New Year!" 
 
 True enough, the second day of the New 
 Year means were provided so that I enrolled as 
 a student. One afternoon, two months later, I 
 was passing through the park on my way home 
 from school, when I began to feel a strange 
 dizziness, and, staggering to a bench near by, I 
 threw myself upon it and closed my eyes. I 
 had been there but a few moments, when I saw 
 the beautiful spirit of a youth standing by my 
 side crying. I asked him why he was weeping, 
 
88 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 and he pointed to the other end of the seat, 
 where for the first time I observed a really ter- 
 rible looking man, dissipated and unkempt. 
 
 My first thought was to get up and move 
 away, but the spirit of the boy said, "Wait, he 
 is my brother, and he does not believe in God. 
 He is about to enter the spirit world, and he 
 must not come here thinking and living as he 
 does." I looked at the dear little fellow, and 
 then at the uncouth, rough looking man, and 
 shuddered. The spirit continued, "I want you to 
 talk to him." And I said, "I, talk to such a man 
 as that? I cannot do it!" Then, with tears 
 streaming down his illumined face he knelt and 
 pleaded with me to speak to his brother. I 
 could not resist his pleading, so, moving a 
 little nearer the man, I said, "Pardon me, sir, 
 did you lose a little brother, Jimmy, some years 
 ago? He looked at me in amazement and said, 
 "I had a little brother Jimmy, but he died when 
 about twelve years old." "No," I said, "he did 
 not die; there are no dead, he merely left this 
 world to go to a higher one." The man ap- 
 peared stupefied. "Sir," I continued, "I want to 
 talk to you. I have a message for you, and if 
 you will please listen, I will tell you something 
 very important." 
 
 I did not wait for him to reply, but started 
 out saying, "You are a healthy looking man, and 
 from all external appearances one might think 
 you would live to be a hundred years old, but 
 you are not as well as you appear. Your time 
 on this earth is limited to a few weeks, and you 
 will pass out so suddenly that you will not have 
 time to think. You do not believe in God, your 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 89 
 
 brother says you do not, and it is for him that 
 I am speaking. Neither do I believe in a man- 
 God sitting up on a throne away off in the sky 
 somewhere, but I do believe in a great, uni- 
 versal spirit, without which neither we nor the 
 world could possibly exist. If you have a mind, 
 and a morsel of reason, you cannot look into 
 space and see the sun, the moon, and the plan- 
 ets all moving in their orderly paths, and into 
 nature and see the manifestations of multiform 
 life without recognizing some great, universal 
 power, can you?" He replied that he had never 
 thought of things in that light. Said he, "I 
 never heard anyone talk this way before, or it 
 might have started me thinking differently long 
 ago. Tell me more about it." So I talked on 
 and on till darkness gathered about, and the 
 stars began to appear in the sky. I had held 
 the man's attention like a little child for hours. 
 I told him of the other world, and that we had 
 lived many, many times before, also told him 
 who he was in his last incarnation, and explained 
 what life on earth really meant, and what we come 
 here for, endeavoring to make him see what a 
 narrow, unprofitable life he had led. Tears rolled 
 down his cheeks as we parted, he promising to 
 spend the few short weeks that remained to him 
 in study, trying to learn more concerning the great 
 subject that I had broached to him. Then the little 
 spirit of Jimmy came closer to me and taking a 
 crown from off my head, placed within it a bright 
 blue star, so beautiful and brilliant that it dazzled 
 my eyes. The look of satisfaction that shone 
 in the sweet, up-turned face of the boy I shall 
 never forget, and it will remain an inspiration 
 to me throughout all eternity. 
 
90 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 Some months later, when hundreds of miles 
 away from the place where this happened, I 
 was sitting on the banks of the Delaware river, 
 near the office where I was employed. It was 
 lunch hour and I had strolled out to sit in the 
 silence under a large tree. I desired to ask a 
 question for a dear friend of mine, who wished 
 to know whether she should give in her resigna- 
 tion and go back to her school teaching or sign 
 up for the duration of the war. In a word, she 
 wanted to know when the war was likely to end. 
 
 I had not meditated long before I was con- 
 scious of a spirit presence, and heard a voice 
 say, "Jimmy." I looked, and there indeed was 
 the familiar form and face of little Jimmy. He 
 spoke and said, "The one you talked with in the 
 park is here in spirit, and while he is not on my 
 plane, I can see him occasionally. He wants me 
 to tell you how much he has been helped by 
 your kind words, and how much he appreciates 
 them now." I said that I did not want appreci- 
 ation, and that if it had not been for his ap- 
 pearance, I should not have noticed the rough 
 looking man. He replied, "Neither could I have 
 given the message without an instrument." 
 And then he added, "I have taken up your time, 
 so I will answer your question for you. You 
 will be rejoicing over what you have desired be- 
 fore your Thanksgiving, and now, goodby." 
 
 Value of Psychic Investigation 
 
 People say, "What good is all this commun- 
 ing with spirits, even though it be possible? 
 The answer is: Any extension of scientific 
 knowledge is GOOD. Only ignorance and nar- 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 91 
 
 row mindedness is evil. Whatever is, should be 
 KNOWN. All the knowledge of the universe 
 comes within the scope of the human mind. 
 There is nothing that the mind of man has 
 sought longer or more earnestly to determine 
 than the mystery of his origin and destiny. The 
 fundamental basis of every religion is a certain 
 belief concerning the after-life. It is only be- 
 cause superstition, wielded by priestcraft, has 
 fixed certain formulas of belief — certain dogmas 
 concerning the nature of the after-life, that fur- 
 ther investigation is resented. It might be that 
 such investigation would upset some pet theories 
 of the preachers, for an exposition of which 
 they have been drawing fat salaries for lo, these 
 many years! 
 
 Psychic investigation discloses the fact that 
 there is no actual heaven and hell such as Dante 
 conceived of, and that all similar orthodox be- 
 liefs are mere chimeras originating in some- 
 body's imagination. It shows that heaven and 
 hell are states of consciousness, and that the 
 after world is as real as the world in which we 
 live. Moreover, the two worlds are practically 
 one and the same as to locality, once the sub- 
 ject is understood. Psychism thus upsets the 
 whole dogmatic structure upon which the mod- 
 ern church rests. It restores to humanity the 
 pure teaching of Jesus Christ, the greatest psy- 
 chic of the ages. Ought not the churches to 
 welcome such an illumination? They ought to, 
 but they do not. The world will continue to 
 jail, to hang, and to crucify the apostles of this 
 new-old doctrine as long as they exist. The 
 churches are perfectly inconsistent in their be- 
 
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 lief concerning death. The Bible, which is sup- 
 posed to be their rule and guide of faith, is a 
 purely spiritual book from beginning to end. 
 The New Testament particularly emphasizes 
 the fact that there is no death, and yet Chris- 
 tians mourn and lament over the departure of 
 one from this earth in a way that reminds one 
 of the ancient Egyptians with their elaborate 
 funeral ceremonials. Indeed, it would surprise 
 Christians to know how many of their practices 
 and beliefs are derived from Egyptian, Baby- 
 lonian, Druidic and other pagan religions. There 
 are no dead, nothing whatever dies — not even a 
 tree, a flower nor an animal. Everything lives 
 again in some form. The air is filled with the 
 vibrant energy of life, visible to any psychic as 
 a swirling mass of vivified atoms. Life is every- 
 where, and nowhere is there any death, save in 
 appearance. 
 
 Many times have I lain down on my couch 
 wearied with my heavy cross, feeling as if the 
 bottom had dropped out of the world, when I 
 would be surprised to see the ceiling trans- 
 formed into a canopy of blue with a number of 
 baby angels smiling down upon me and strew- 
 ing my couch with beautiful flowers wet with 
 heavenly dew, or awaken in the night to see 
 some loved one sitting by my bedside, surround- 
 ed by an angelic light. 
 
 No, communication is not the highest, and 
 yet it is an experience which I cannot discour- 
 age, for it has its use in comforting thousands 
 of aching hearts. When President Lincoln lost 
 his beloved son, Willie, he was at first inconsol- 
 able. Then he consulted a medium, saying, "If 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 93 
 
 my son lives, I want to know it, I must know 
 it." His religion did not assure him, neither 
 did it comfort him. A religion that cannot do 
 that is unworthy the name of religion. I have 
 no time to waste on such religion — it is a fossil ! 
 It has outlived its age and usefulness. Stand 
 from under! Christ said, "Come out and be ye 
 separate!" A great change in the physical and 
 moral constitution of the earth and its inhab- 
 itants draws nigh. Unless you see the hand- 
 writing on the wall and heed the message, you 
 will be numbered with those who are to be 
 swept away by floods, plagues, wars and other 
 catastrophes that are to follow each other in 
 rapid succession, sweeping the major part of the 
 present humanity away. 
 
 Surely it will be a day of rejoicing for the 
 Chosen Ones when the effete and rotten institu- 
 tions of the present day are swept into oblivion, 
 as they are destined to be, for, of all the hun- 
 dreds of different sects in existence, not one is 
 the true religion. For ages they have kept the 
 people in ignorance and chains. The Chosen 
 Ones are of no sect or creed, nor are they to be 
 found in groups. Christ declared they should 
 be, "One of a city," and that, "Two shall be 
 working in a field, one to be taken and the other 
 left." This is the way they are to be picked 
 from all over the surface of the earth — a great 
 congregation of those pure in motive and heart 
 — a congregation illumined by the light of God 
 from WITHIN. 
 
 No longer is God to be worshiped as some 
 capricious despot, some blood-thirsty autocrat — 
 the anthropomorphic image of an earthly ruler 
 
94 PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 
 
 — sitting as people imagine him, on some dis- 
 tant throne in the skies. No, we are to recog- 
 nize the omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient 
 God WITHIN — the very same God that the in- 
 spired prophets and sages of all ages have been 
 trying to teach the ignorant masses, but which 
 they stubbornly refused to recognize, preferring 
 images of wood, stone, silver and gold. We are 
 today ruled by the same Golden Calf which 
 Moses in a rage ground to powder, and by the 
 same Moloch to which millions of babes are an- 
 nually sacrificed. We call the former money, 
 the latter matrimony. Think it over! 
 
 The ignorance, not to say beastliness, of the 
 masses is •pitiable. The race has nearly run its 
 course. Humanity as we know it, or call it, has 
 served its purpose. It has from the beginning 
 crucified its saviors in one age and deified them 
 in the next, distorting all their teachings as 
 they have those of the Christ, and shaping them 
 to suit and sanction their evil desires and pur- 
 poses. 
 
 Heretofore, as has been shown in one of the 
 visions related, when a soul of one of these ma- 
 terial, animal men and women has entered the 
 future life, it has not even been aware of the 
 change, so much is it bound to earth. You meet 
 them in droves wandering as if insane, on the 
 shores of the beyond, each obsessed by some 
 fancy that he is doing something or other still 
 on earth, precisely as in a lunatic asylum. 
 
 Heal a Wandering Soul 
 
 We were living one summer in a little cottage 
 among the pines about seven miles from the city, 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 95 
 
 when one night, after retiring, someone opened 
 the front door and came in fumbling about, and 
 began stumbling up the stairs. I called out, "Who 
 is that," but no answer. I asked my husband if 
 he had locked the door, and he replied that he had. 
 
 When the wanderer arrived at the top of the 
 stairs, he came into the room where I was, 
 stumbling against the dresser and over the 
 chairs, and finally bumped into the foot of the 
 bed, and over to where I lay, and I felt his hand 
 clutch my pillow. Immediately I perceived him 
 as the soul of an aged man, and I said to him: 
 "You are a soul that has passed out of the body, 
 and do not know where you are, or where to go. 
 You are in darkness, and I, having this spiritual 
 power, have attracted you here." I talked to him 
 for sometime along this line, and tried to ex- 
 plain conditions to him, but he was too bewildered 
 to understand me, so I called my Indian guide 
 to come and care for him, and he led him away. 
 At nine o'clock the next morning I was out on 
 the road waiting for a street car, when I saw 
 passing the funeral of the old gentleman whose 
 soul had appeared to me seeking enlightenment 
 the evening before. 
 
 How perfectly unconscious people are of 
 these facts. Thousands are being brought up, 
 and "educated" in our schools, devoting their 
 lives to mental training, believing that this is 
 the end of all wisdom, when it is not even the 
 beginning of it. The popular notion of education 
 is to study something out of a book, some "au- 
 thority" on some particular subject. What is 
 an "authority"? It is the hypothesis or guess 
 of some thinker who lived, usually not very long 
 ago, for the hypotheses or guesses of one gener- 
 
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 ation are supplanted by those of the next. So 
 people go on guessing, but never arrive at the 
 truth, and these are "authorities" for the age 
 in which we live, and we attend colleges and 
 universities, to absorb the dicta and formulae of 
 such, making them the rule and guide of our 
 thought and actions. 
 
 This is part and parcel of the conformity to 
 which we are subjected. We are taught that 
 we must think as others do, act as they do, 
 dress as they do. We must not be original, it 
 is wrong, almost a crime, to differ with estab- 
 lished opinions. But how would the world ever 
 have progressed if every one had conformed to 
 existing customs and habits of thought? It 
 would not have progressed. We would still be 
 in the stone-age, and the monkey kingdom, if 
 somebody had not ventured to think differently 
 from the mass. 
 
 No one has to conform. Emerson says that 
 to be a man, you must be a non-conformist. 
 What, then, are conformists? They must be a 
 species of monkey. To be sure, if you do not 
 conform, you may expect to lose your friends, 
 most of them, even your husband and children 
 as I have. But did not the Christ say that you 
 would have to leave ALL to follow him? Now, 
 if you understand it aright, "following Christ/' 
 is simply following the dictates of the Spirit of 
 Christ within, for that is where the Christ IS. 
 
 This, and the fact that there is no death, 
 would be the highest wisdom. that you could pos- 
 sibly impart to your children. It is worth more 
 than a university education, because a knowl- 
 edge of this wisdom transforms the whole life, 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 97 
 
 and establishes true character. This is true 
 morality — the knowledge of the LIVING 
 CHRIST WITHIN, the Spirit that is immortal. 
 The belief in a dead Christ, far-away gods, the 
 vicarious atonement, and all such vagaries which 
 pass for morality in a Christian world, are pre- 
 cisely the things which make for hypocrisy, 
 superstition and the general looseness and 
 crookedness of humanity in general. 
 
 The absolute knowledge of the continuity of 
 life on high planes — a life contingent upon the 
 action of this life — would do more for the es- 
 tablishment of righteousness and the abolition 
 of criminality on earth, if it could become "a 
 matter of universal belief, than all the laws 
 and punitive measures adopted by people 
 throughout the world. All religions offer some 
 hope of a future state, but they give no demon- 
 stration of it. All the hope they offer is that 
 the soul "sleeps," is at rest in the tomb, to be 
 raised up on some indefinite future judgment 
 day, when we shall all be separated as sheep 
 and goats, so that very few people who follow 
 religious teachings have any certain or fixed 
 belief that they will continue their life beyond 
 the grave, taking it up just where they left it 
 off here. 
 
 Just because the church is so childish, it 
 does not appeal to intelligent people, and hence 
 the majority of thinkers become agnostic or 
 atheistic. Religion is regarded by them as a 
 humbug, and even if adhered to by some, it is 
 merely as a perfunctory rite, a social obligation 
 to which they feel in duty bound to conform. 
 Contrast with this popular condition of religious 
 
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 apathy and distrust the state that would be ef- 
 fected by the teaching and demonstration of the 
 fact that there is actually no death — that the 
 soul lives on and on through a series of end- 
 less lives, and that in passing from the earth 
 life to the life beyond, there is no abrupt change 
 in consciousness, and that there is no remission 
 of sin, save by a personal change of heart and 
 purpose — not by the shedding of some man's 
 blood. "As we sow, so we must reap !" The com- 
 ing of the Christ in the hearts of men would mean 
 the emptying of all the churches in the land. 
 No need longer of churches in which to worship 
 God, when the Spirit of God dwells in the heart. 
 The church is but a survival of the pagan 
 temple which was used to house the figure of 
 the heathen deity. In this temple the god was 
 supposed to dwell, and there people repaired to 
 offer up direct petitions, to make sacrifices and 
 to bring food for the god to eat. The modern 
 church has many reminders of the heathen 
 rites in its ceremonialism. The priest is there, 
 the altar is there — a relic of the stone on which 
 the priest anciently sacrificed human and animal 
 victims. In the eucharist we see the devotees 
 solemnly helping themselves to the bread and 
 wine, which used to be set at the shrine of the 
 god as a votive offering, and which the priests 
 afterward ate and drank on behalf of the god. 
 In Catholic churches we even see the image of 
 the Christ and the Madonna which are worshiped 
 as gods, exactly as in pagan times. Surely the 
 world advances by snail steps. The word re- 
 ligion means, "bound back/' and truly it is so 
 bound back that it never advances! 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 99 
 
 There is no "hell" presided over by devils, 
 and no "god" sitting on a throne to pass judg- 
 ment on people and send them there, or permit 
 them to dance about him forever, like a canni- 
 bal king, according to popular conception. These 
 things cannot be found in the after-world. They 
 do not exist except as chimeras in the brain of 
 some religious poet or fanatic. The only hell 
 that exists in the beyond is the hell of ignorance, 
 and I admit that this is hell enough, and so 
 would you if you had seen what I have. But 
 it is the dense ignorance of religion, fostered by 
 the churches, which more than anything else 
 sends people into this hell of ignorance. To die 
 and not be aware that you are dead, to lie there 
 and suffer the pangs of vivisection, when the 
 kindly undertaker is performing his duties, or 
 the torture of being cremated in a fiery furnace, 
 to wake up in the cold, dank earth and find 
 himself incarcerated in a box from which he is 
 unable to arise — these are some of the pre- 
 liminary experiences of that "hell" into which 
 ignorance of the after-life throws one. And 
 later, when the soul escapes from these tor- 
 tures, to go wandering about the old home 
 meeting his loved ones, speaking to them, im- 
 ploring them to speak, and having them pass 
 him by in scorn, or, if he sits in his same arm- 
 chair, to have them come and sit upon him 
 without even an apology — all these and many 
 other incongruous and lugubrious experiences, 
 out-rivaling the worst nightmare, are his, UN- 
 TIL he awakens to the knowledge of his condi- 
 tion. Meanwhile, his parents may be paying the 
 priest a high price to "pray him through purga- 
 
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 tory!" What a superstition to suppose that 
 money and the mouthing of masses could change 
 his state of ignorance. Why it is this very 
 thing — these false material precepts instilled 
 into him from babyhood by the church — which 
 is responsible for his present plight. Just like 
 the doctors: They give you something to make 
 you sick and the same thing to make you well 
 again. 
 
 Now, you ask, "How do you KNOW all these 
 things?" I know because I have left my ma- 
 terial body on the earth, and traveled into the 
 beyond. I have done this repeatedly. I have 
 there communicated with some of the wisest 
 souls that ever lived on the earth plane, whose 
 wisdom has been infinitely augmented by their 
 experience on subjective planes of life. What 
 better proof could one have? I have visited 
 other planets, and I know exactly the existing 
 conditions there. 
 
 It is no uncommon thing for one person to 
 know more than all the rest of the world about 
 some certain thing. There is no egoism about 
 it, it is simply a fact. Four hundred and twen- 
 ty-seven years ago — that is not such a very 
 long time — not one person in the whole earth 
 knew that the world is round. Everybody at 
 that time thought it flat, having four corners. 
 The Catholic church forced Galileo on his knees 
 to recant his statement that the world is round 
 and revolves on its axis, or be condemned to 
 death. If the Pope was the vicegerent of God 
 why did he not know this? Another man later 
 received the inspiration that it is round. Had 
 he gone lecturing all over the earth trying to 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 101 
 
 impress his belief on mankind, what would have 
 been the result? They would soon have incar- 
 cerated him for lunacy. He did a wiser thing, 
 he got into a boat and sailed around. He 
 PROVED the thing, and brought back the evi- 
 dences, and THEN the people began to wake up 
 to the facts. The same thing is true of every 
 other discovery. ONE MAN, one person (it 
 might possibly be a woman, if women would 
 think) makes the discovery, after which the world 
 becomes enlightened, and others improve upon the 
 knowledge. 
 
 The discovery of the spiritual realm is 
 unique. It differs from material discoveries, in- 
 asmuch as it cannot be demonstrated to the 
 physical senses, because these senses have to 
 be laid aside, and other senses developed before 
 anyone can really see or understand the exist- 
 ence of this other world. But here is a peculiar 
 thing. In relation to material discoveries, peo- 
 ple are absolutely credulous, they swallow every- 
 thing they hear like fishes, but in relation to 
 spiritual discoveries, they are positively, obstin- 
 ately incredulous. 
 
 Take, for example, the discovery of the 
 North Pole. Mr. Cook comes back and says he 
 discovered it, and people all believe him, until 
 Mr. Peary comes back and says he discovered it, 
 and then people are all up in the air, and wait 
 for an act of Congress to decide. Congress de- 
 cides in favor of Peary, and then everybody is 
 willing to swallow without question everything 
 Peary may say about the Pole. Now, I happen 
 to know that Cook went as near the Pole as 
 did Peary, and that he was shamefully cheated 
 
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 of the rightful honor by a bunch of prejudiced 
 politicians. This is only one of a thousand in- 
 stances where people are deceived by "authori- 
 ties." 
 
 I care not what science says, or what any- 
 one thinks of my statements regarding the after- 
 life. I know them to be true or I would not 
 make them. Despite what Billy Sunday and the 
 great mass of mercenary religious exhorters de- 
 clare concerning the after-death conditions, I 
 will say they have not found the way to get 
 the true evidence. Their evidence is the au- 
 thority of a BOOK, compiled by the Church 
 Fathers, which they revised to suit their own 
 opinions. 
 
 Conscience is our judge. If we desire to have 
 a clear conscience in the after-life, and live in 
 "heaven," we must live a pure life right here 
 in this world, doing good for every evil. If we 
 brought our children up in this belief, and under 
 such principles, impressing upon them that every 
 evil thought indulged in, or evil action done to 
 another, is an injury to themselves, retarding 
 their own progression in this life, and that 
 they will be called upon by the judge, Conscience, 
 to pay double in the next world, we might 
 soon dispense with jails and reform schools. 
 Why have we prisons, and places where the 
 law takes the lives of men for so-called capital 
 offenses? It is because the conscience of hu- 
 manity is dulled, stupefied, anaesthetized by the 
 damnable, priest-invented doctrines of vicarious 
 atonement, the essence of which is, Do what 
 you like, live the life you choose, good works 
 count nothing for salvation, simply at SOME 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 103 
 
 TIME in your life, even at the eleventh hour, 
 even while ascending the steps of the gallows, 
 declare your BELIEF in a dead Christ, and his 
 atoning blood, and you pass straight into glory! 
 What person in his right senses could fail to 
 see that such a doctrine must prove an incentive 
 to crime? The law punishes crime for an ex- 
 ample to other evil doers, and then God laughs 
 at the whole performance, and sets it all aside, 
 not only the verdict of the jury, but the crime 
 itself! Was there ever such a ridiculous doctrine 
 formulated? And yet it is the fundamental doc- 
 trine of Christianity, the very keystone of the 
 arch, without which the whole system must fall 
 and crumble to dust. It was invented by priests 
 in earlier times that they might sell indulgences 
 for crime, which they did by the wholesale. That 
 was their business, the way they lived — one of 
 the ways. Still people in this enlightened age 
 go on believing it just the same without daring 
 to question it, or reason on its absurdity. 
 
 Humanity may be compared to a great seeth- 
 ing mass in a high-walled dungeon. It is so 
 deep and the walls are so high that the light 
 of the sun never penetrates to where this mass 
 is standing. These are the black hands I saw 
 reaching up for more light. To reach up is but 
 the first impulse. All would like to have a rope 
 thrown them, and most of them live and die in 
 the delusion that such a rope will be thrown to 
 them as they pass the border. But it is not so. 
 There are no ropes, no hoists, each one must 
 climb the sheer wall for himself, unaided. Even 
 though he deem it impossible, though he be 
 forcibly pulled back or slip back a thousand 
 
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 times, still he must continue to climb. That is 
 what we mean by "overcoming." If others have 
 done it, he can do it. Victor Hugo in his im- 
 mortal masterpiece, Les Miserables, tells how 
 Jean Valjean, the life-prisoner of his drama, 
 hounded for life by the inexorible law for the 
 terrible crime of stealing a loaf of bread to feed 
 his starving sister, had learned to place his 
 back against the corner of the prison wall and 
 by sheer muscular contraction force his body to 
 the top. Human "spiders," who make a pro- 
 fession of climbing sheer walls of high buildings, 
 are today not uncommon. Many have also 
 climbed this metaphysical wall of ignorance, and 
 come into the light. You can do it if you will. 
 But we all have to advance a step at a time. 
 We are given at each step only that which we 
 are ready for — that which we are able to master. 
 This being true, one might say, 'Why should I 
 exert myself? I shall arrive in due course of 
 time simply by the operation of the law of evo- 
 lution." To this I would reply, that you must 
 purge your mind of that false belief ingrained 
 into the very fibers of modern thought, viz., 
 that there is a power outside of you acting to 
 bring about this transformation in you and your 
 expression. The law is in yourself, the power 
 is in yourself. It may be expressed as divine 
 will. You possess this will and the power to 
 use it for your own unfoldment and transforma- 
 tion. But you also possess a desire born of the 
 senses, which in its very highest expression 
 serves only the needs of the present condition 
 and environment, and which if abused is more 
 apt to become weak and degraded, converting a 
 
PSYCHIC DREAMS AND VISIONS 105 
 
 natural desire into an abnormal and destructive 
 habit, one that then seizes the reins of govern- 
 ment, sets aside the divine will and plunges the 
 individual downward, thus negating in a single 
 lifetime all the progress made in lives before, 
 putting man even below the beasts. In this 
 sense the Egyptian belief in the transmigration 
 of souls — the reappearance of spirit in lower 
 forms of animal life — is true. It is like those 
 I saw trying to climb the Mount of Freedom by 
 the icy path — they slip back as often as they 
 advance, and frequently further than they ad- 
 vance. Let every one think over his past life, 
 and, note that it has been but a succession of 
 backslidings, good resolutions adhered to for a 
 brief time, then broken. 
 
 No, you cannot, you dare not, wait for any 
 imaginary powers to pull you out of the hole and 
 set your feet on a rock — nor for any power to 
 compel your progress. I have already spoken of 
 the absurdity of belief in any vicarious atone- 
 ment. Throughout the ages you rise or fall ac- 
 cording as you have a grasp upon your own in- 
 ner powers — the power of the divine will, which, 
 like a helping hand, is always reached out to 
 you; but you, the supreme master of your own 
 destiny for good or ill, must reach out to grasp 
 the hand, when your eyes will open to see it as 
 spiritual strength entering into your own arm 
 to make in invincible. 
 
 If I possessed the thunders of Jove I would 
 roar this message into the faltering hearts; or 
 had I the hammer of Thor I would beat it into 
 the sluggish brains of a sin-sick, priest-ridden, 
 doctor-drugged, surgeon-slaughtered, lawyer- 
 
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 swindled, officially-oppressed humanity, viz., TO 
 RISE IN THE MAJESTY OF THE SELF AND 
 DECLARE THE OMNIPOTENCE OF THE IN- 
 DIVIDUAL PERSONAL SOUL! You are that 
 soul! You are that wonderful being possessing 
 a GOD within and endowed with eternal and im- 
 mutable powers from God! 
 
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