stance reminded me of the attenuated, wavy Aurora-Borealis, yet compacted and defined in form; or of a brighter glow of light, limited, and encased, within light, as when angling rays fall athwart some polished, reflecting surface, and from thence reach the eye :-so this Form was bounded by light, surrounded by light, yet was brighter than all.

While this Being was thus bright as the light, yet the form itself was impenetrable to my vision. It was robed in its Individuality. Within that Personality was the realm of its own secrets and sacred solitudes. This Being of Light had his "Holy of Holies." But there was no material opaqueness in that form. It was Intelligence garmented in its own Individuality. For there were Personality and Individuality. The prism of my vision could not analyze and dissect the pure ray of that Individuality. Within it were imaged the Infinities, the Microcosm of the Macrocosm.

The shades of variegated, attenuated brightness wove about this Being the most delicate, encasing habiliments. That form which was beneath and within may have been more beautiful than the exquisite outward array, but I saw it not. That which met my gaze about and around the Form, closely enveloping it, were the delicate, evanescent hues of a kind of dissolving, changing light or effluvium, as definite in shape and texture as the Form itself.

The revelation which impressed me most powerfully about this Form was the impersonation of Purity and Holiness, which seemed to take life and shape there. Here appeared individualized a bevy of the Beatitudes.

There was nothing unclean there. I beheld Virtue's model wedded to perfect Grace; a poem and a statue both living and loving.

There was no weakness indicated there, nor any grossness. There was the Form of strength and power without the marks or indicia of any grossness, or sensuality as of flesh. There was the etherealized, celestial stature defined, featured, func

tioned; a veritable, yet immaterial Substance, swaying, moving, pulsating, throbbing with an elastic, psychical, spiritual life.

What next impressed me most deeply was the great intelligence which radiated about, and crowned, this Being. This presence overpowered me. I realized that here was Intelligence disenthralled, unchained, with the Eternities beneath it. It crowned the stature of this Form. It was the climax. It was the head, the brow, the all-perceptive eye. I realized that here was Mind with nothing to bound and limit it but God.

Above this consecrated Intellect there was only the Infinite Father.

At that time I thought I saw before me a perfect Man freed from the environments and limitations of perishable matter. The face, countenance, form, person, impressed me as being those of some Man purified, rendered celestial and eternal, transfigured!

While there was not any gross matter which suggested decay and death, yet there was undoubtedly Substance. Of this I could have no doubt. The whole Man suggested substance. There was lineature, there was stature, there was definitiveness. There was also color, or rather colors, which blended into a perfect harmony of life-likeness. But all seemed to be ethereal. As ethereal, but at the same time as powerful, as the lightning; substance as light as air, but as mighty as the storm; as evanescent as the ether, which bridges space, but as grand as the sun, which rides upon it; to mortal eye, as invisible, but just as real and actual, as the magnetism which grasps the steel. All the parts and functions of this Being seemed to me to be, as it were, Faculties of pure Being, which had been defined and located in this spiritual Entity.

The head bespoke Intellect, Reason and Will; the perceptive faculties were defined and localized as in place of the

material senses and organs; the face and countenance suggested Beneficence and Holiness; the form Power and Beauty; and all, perfectness of Being.

The "voice" which had "spoken" to me reminded me of perfect sound, etherealized into pure thought!

Upon the lofty brow there dwelt thought without a trace of care. The countenance expressed great strength of character, and upon the benignant face there was no frown. The all-perceptive eye was large and round, and beautifully open in color brown, revealing a calm serenity of soul.

From his first look I knew he was a kindred soul.

When I replied, "I know not whether I shall remain, or whether depart: what am I, where am I?" he embraced me in affection, and said, "Thou art my brother, and thou art in the Home of Pysche. Stay with me and learn who I am, what you are, and where is your true Home."

I gladly and almost intuitively assented, for I knew not what else to do. I felt intoxicated with some unknown power or force. I felt somewhat like one who rushes, after long confinement, from a thick darkness into the blazing sunlight; or who, having been long shackled, is suddenly unloosed, and rising attempts to run. I felt bewilderment from excess.

I ́leaned upon my companion and felt strength. I looked into his face and received comfort.

He asked me so tenderly: "Brother, for such I call you, will you tell me from what sphere you have arisen to this, and whether you were translated to this without death, or came up by way of death's dark valley? I, who came up from earth, would judge that you also have come up from its material death."

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"In that I am of earth you have judged rightly. death hath my body in its icy grasp I know not. my experience goes, I must have escaped the cruel and merciless jaws of that grim monster. On, what is to me, last

evening I passed the happy hours in conversation and laughter, in pleasant conviviality, as was always my wont. In vigor and health I lay down to invite my night's refreshing sleep and rest. Unconsciousness, either of sleep or death, stole sweetly over me, enveloping me in perfect rest. More than this I knew not until your thought addressed to me ushered me into this strange life. Where I am, or what I should know, or do, I await your pleasure to impart to me.” He replied: “I will teach you, and show to you, whatever I can, that you may wish. I will be to you a brother while you remain here, and may you be blessed. I feel that you are of God and Good, or else you would not have straightfound this realm, when you were loosed from earth.”

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CHAPTER IV.

THE HOME OF PSYCHE-HOW IT FIRST APPEARED TO METHE ABODE OF PERFECTED LIFE-THE HIGHER REALM.

WHETHER human Minds, as embodied in my readers, will conceive of what I relate herein as reasonable, or whether they can conceive of any possibility of reality about it, I know not. This is for them to judge of. It is my privilege to write what is written herein, and theirs to pass such judgment upon it as they see fit.

Yet I can but think and hope that this narrative-so strange and inexplicable to the writer in the events and in their occurrence-will open up to them what I conceived and learned to be the GRAND STATE AND POSSIBILITIES OF ACTUAL, FINAL INTELLECTUAL EXISTENCE; OF PURE, PSYCHICAL LIFE IN ITS POSITION OF ABSOLUTE INDEPENDENCE OF, AND SUPREMACY OVER, MATTER.

I trust that my readers will pardon me, when relating this

wonderful experience of mine, if now and then I digress somewhat to draw analogies between what I experienced in this realm and certain facts and phenomena of earth and of life upon it.

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After I became sufficiently composed in my new and. strange position to begin to observe about me, I saw phenomena and things sublime, which I cannot now relate, and describe, except with awe, wonder, reverence and admiration.

It is difficult to describe to minds on earth these sublime manifestations and realities without depicting them somewhat in language applicable to the material surroundings of the earth. But I shall express in language as best I can what was clearly and graphically apparent to my thought.

It appeared that the sphere or realm in which I was, was Substance, Reality, though not of any material character such as had been known to me in my experience. Nor had I ever had any conception or idea of such a substantial, though non-material, Reality, as I here observed.

This sphere possessed the qualities that corresponded to the ideas of state and permanence of condition or stability, but not like the qualities of solidity and hardness of the material earth. It was a substance so far as to render it a perfect state and condition for psychical existence. But there was an absence of what we know as impenetrability. I discovered that its very body was open to the mind that willed to penetrate into it and pass through it; then, it was as though it were not. It was not a globe of earth, of mud, of desert, or hard and unyielding stone. It possessed the conditions of stability in so far as the mind's idea was concerned, but its pure substance yielded always in obedience to the will. I afterwards learned that it was pure "Substantive-Force.' There was not the ugly, impenetrable density of the earth; nor was there lugubrious opaqueness. There was a mild