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Received by:James Padgett
Washington D.C.
I am here, R.F.
Let me write, too. I need help so very much, and so come to you.
I am now in a very dark and suffering condition and want to find
relief in some way, and I hope that you can help me.
I was a woman who lived the life of an adventuress and made many
men lose their money, and their souls, too, as I can now see. I
lived on my wits and beauty, for they often told me that I was beautiful,
and I accepted their statements and used it as my capital. So you
see I was not a natural woman in my thoughts or desires. I know
now that my life was a wicked one, and that I violated every feeling
of humanity and did a great amount of wrong to those who became
my dupes. But the life was exciting and profitable in a material
way, but damnable in the way of my soul's interest.
I was never married and never cared for any man except for what
I could filch from him. Many a man has trusted me in my protestations
of love and found that I was false as hell, and not worthy of one
kind or noble thought. Some have gone to the dogs in the way of
dissipation and degradation because of my treatment of them.
And now I see how wicked it all was and am paying the penalties.
So you see, I must necessarily suffer, because of my evil life.
I am in torture and darkness with never a ray of light to lessen
my sufferings or anything to help me forget my evil deeds. Oh, if
I could only get rid of my memories and live only for the future!
But memories stick to me closer than the bark to the tree, and I
only suffer.
I wish that you would show me some way to get rid of these memories,
and forget all the injuries that I have done to simple man. But
I have forgotten to forget, and no way comes to me in which I may
run away from these awful recollections. So I suffer and wait without
hope, and without expectation of being lifted from this dark abyss
of hell.
I don't know where I am. I have no home or habitation, but wander
about from place to place, an unhappy and darkened spirit.
I have met some of my dupes, and they are in a condition similar
to my own, but they were not the cause of my condition, as I was
of theirs - and so I can get no consolation from the thought that
others were my undoing. I want some help, if possible.
My name was R.F. and I lived, when on earth, in many cities, but
principally in New York, because there were more rich fools there
than in the other cities. I passed over in 1889, a miserable, unhappy
woman without friends or anyone to mourn my passing.
I will do anything that you may advise, only do not disappoint
me.
Yes, I see a great many spirits who are waiting to write to you,
and some are so urgent in their demands that I must stop writing,
that I feel that I must soon stop.
Yes, I see some beautiful spirits, too. Who are they? They seem
so happy and loving. I wish I was like them - but they do not care
for me.
Well, I see one who looks so kind and loving that I would like
to go with her. She says she is your father's soulmate, and calls
me to her, and says that she will love me and show me the way to
happiness, and if I will only believe her; and I am going to believe
her.
So, my kind friend, let me say
Good Night.
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