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March 19th, 1916
Received by:James Padgett
Washington D.C.
I am here, E. R. Hay.
Yes, I am, and I am so glad that I can write you. I learned only
recently that spirits could write through mortals, when I came to
make inquiries I found that you are the mortal through whom they
write and I was surprised.
Why, my dear fellow, you certainly are favored to have such a power,
and I know that many spirits are very thankful that you permitted
them to write.
Well, let me see, what shall I say. Well, well, what a wonderful
thing, and I am right here to participate myself. I know you don't
care to hear from a spirit like myself, as you have so many of the
beautiful and bright spirits write you. But say, old fellow, I have
met your wife here and she is a beautiful spirit, and so loving
and kind. I have talked to her, and she has tried to help me, and
she has. Oh, what a favored man you are to have such a wife! Not
only so beautiful, but so powerful and majestic! She comes from
the Celestial Spheres, and is so filled with what she calls the
Divine Love, that I can scarcely look at her at times.
What does all this mean, anyhow? It has not been long since we
were both on earth, and yet there is such a difference between her
and me. I was a church member and attended to my duties very conscientiously,
and I don't know that she did more, and yet, the great difference.
I wonder if going to church and conforming to its creeds and ceremonies
amount to anything - there must be something else.
She has told me the cause of the difference, but I don't quite
comprehend, and I find it hard to turn my thoughts to the things
that she has told me of; for the beliefs of my earth life cling
to me, and hold me just where I was on earth.
Of course, when I died I did not go to heaven, and I have not seen
God or his throne and the angels that we used to sing about, and
it causes me to think that there must be some mistake in what I
believed with regard to these things; yet I am afraid to let go
my beliefs.
I have seen other spirits than your wife who have told me of what
they call this Divine Love, and the necessity of having it in my
soul in order to progress, but, yet, I doubt, and can't make up
my mind to seek for it. It certainly is strange. I wonder what the
church is for, if its believers find no more realization of their
expectations than I have found.
I am in what is called the earth sphere, and not happy, although
I try to make the best of it. There is considerable darkness and
some suffering, and I don't appear to find any associates, except
those who are unhappy too. I know that if I were on earth I would
not associate with such people, but here I can't help it and don't
seem to be able to find any other kind. And I tell you, when your
wife and several others who are bright and beautiful, come to me,
it gives me the greatest joy imaginable.
Yes, I have seen a number of our old lawyer friends, but they are
just about as I am - some may be a little happier, but the most
of them are just in my condition; and some, I am sorry to say, are
in greater darkness and seem to be suffering intensely. There is
one who killed himself; he is in a terrible condition, and I believe
that he would like to kill himself again if it would put him out
of his misery. I feel sorry for him, and wish that I could help
him, but what can I do? I can't tell him of the consolation of my
church creeds, for I have not found any consolation in them myself.
Well, I have listened to your advice, and I must say that in some
particulars, you astonish me; but as you say it is all true, I must
try to follow it, at least, until I find that it is not true. It
certainly is wonderful that some of the spirits that you name could
get in the condition of happiness that you speak of. I will try
to do as you say, and as I understand the first thing is an open
mind, I will try.
Yes, I see some bright spirits, and among them your wife and she
is smiling at me, and now comes to me and says, believe what you
have told me; and now she says, here is an old acquaintance of yours,
and brings Mr. Riddle to me, and my stars, what a beautiful man
he has gotten to be, and so bright and lovely.
Well, I am astonished!
He says he remembers me and is glad that he can be with me, and
says, that he has some things to tell me which are true and vital
to my happiness, and invites me to go with him. And notwithstanding
I feel such happiness in being with you and writing to you, I will
have to go with him, for I may find what you have told me I can
find, if I will only follow the advice that may be given me.
Well, I am certainly glad for this opportunity to write, and I
thank you for your talk. I will go now, but I should like to come
again sometime, and write.
With my kind regards I will say goodbye.
E. R. Hay
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