H.G. Wells’ Experiences in the Spirit World.
September 13th, 2011
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)