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September 13th, 2011
Berkeley, California
Received by FAB
I am here, H.G. Wells.
Yes, it is I, the nonbeliever who was forced to believe. I like
that as a subtitle for this novel of a man who saw so much and so
little.
You certainly are taking my thoughts accurately. I know you are
interested in my progress, so let me bring you up-to-date. But first,
let me say that this is nothing short of a miracle to have a mortal
take my thoughts. More things in Heaven and Earth, as the bard says.
So, to my progress. As I know you know, I was astounded beyond
conception to find my self living and conscious without my body.
I saw it lying there. It must have been dead, but I was not! I knew
instantly that certain conclusions I had drawn about life were false,
and even traitorous. I say, I realized it instantly. This was no
illusion, no pious platitude spoken in church in ignorance; it was
real.
Where would this lead? I soon found out; it led to my beloved
parents, who hugged me, fairly pounced on me in their eagerness
to share their love. There they were, the parents who had predeceased
me. I knew I was actually experiencing all this. It was no dream,
no pious hope, but real.
All this caused me an immediate and intense revolution in my thinking.
I could no longer be an atheist, and yet I did not see a God. It
was stranger even than the bizarre insanity of humanity, and I had
to pause.
But I was never left to myself. My parents hovered over me in
their loving ways, making the transition easier. In a gradual way,
calculated to ease my evident confusion and anxiety, they told me
that I was no longer an inhabitant of the Earth, and that from now
on, I would be a spirit. They knew of my scientific bent, so they
explained what they knew about the spirit world in a way that a
scientific-minded person like myself could understand. That's how
it began.
Since that initial shock, I have had the opportunity to adjust,
and by now, I am a happy spirit. I say this because, just as my
parents had told me, the good I did would come back to me. There
were other things I had done, private things, which were not so
good, and they came back to me too. But I struggled with them, and
I received a lot of help from spirits who were like me and who understood
my plight.
This spirit world is even more wondrous than the Nature I marveled
at on Earth. I saw that there are laws here that all spirits must
obey. I have spent my time (but of course, we know no time!) learning
these laws, and I have been happy in this pursuit.
As to what you call the Divine Love, I have not found it. It is
an interesting concept, but many of my Earth beliefs remain with
me, even though other beliefs, as I said, were immediately challenged.
So that is a little bit of my story.
Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946)
was an English author, now best known for his work in the science
fiction genre. He was also a prolific writer in many other genres,
including contemporary novels, history, politics and social commentary,
even writing text books and rules for war games. Together with Jules
Verne and Hugo Gernsback, Wells has been referred to as "The Father
of Science Fiction".
Wells was an outspoken socialist and sympathetic to pacifist views,
although he supported the First World War once it was under way,
and his later works became increasingly political and didactic.
His middle-period novels (1900–1920) were less science-fictional;
they covered lower-middle class life (The History of Mr Polly) and
the "New Woman" and the Suffragettes (Ann Veronica). (Source: Wikipedia)
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