see them through. I'll explain about those
unused faculties when I learn more defi-
nitely about them.
Ed. note. I tried to write automatically
that afternoon but what I got did not sat-
isfy me. I seemed to be "faking" the
message. I gave it up and called Bob by
wireless as I used to call him. He did not
answer. I tried again with the pencil and
had a few words. But afterwards we pro-
gressed with increasing ease and freedom
by means of that method. The unnum-
bered messages following were all automati-
This is harder will have to practice.
But it can be done.
Try to realize that thought is the one
thing that is absolutely unlimited. You can
send your thought to the most remote place
as easily as you can direct it to something in
your immediate neighborhood. Science has
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not explained why. Inter-space communi-
cation is not more mysterious than this.
I want to put this over, mother. Not on
our account alone. But because the little
old world needs comforting. If we can con-
vince folks that this is true, we can go a long
ways toward wiping out sorrow. I must go.
Don't go to mediums. Some are, of course,
genuine. But the dollar sign is apt to cover
fraud. If you want to get in touch with us
get in touch. That is, get into a quiet
corner and listen with your inner ear. Your
unused finer perceptions. You will be able
to really hear what I am saying, after some
practice. I am told this by a man who has
come to instruct us. I think, on my own
hook, that you will have to rid your mind of
worry or prejudice before we can make much
headway. Any one who wants to can put
out a mental wire that will be picked up.
But you must "beware of strangers!"
Quote that. There are scalawags ready to
jump into all conversations and mix up things
if they are permitted to do so. Keep your
You ask how to keep the scalawags away
and who and what are they ? I don't
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just know who they are. I'll try and find
out. But you have to "make a law."
That sounds occult and I do not want any-
thing to be spooky or unnatural in these
letters. But that is the expression I hear
often concerning this particular difficulty.
These wire tappers cannot get by, it seems,
unless you permit them to fool you. You
say: "I will not entertain mischievous
spirits" or something like that ; and they
beat it. I do not know why that is effica-
cious. But it is.
I have just come in from duty. I mean
by coming in that I have come back to what
I may describe as field headquarters. As I
get more accustomed to conditions, I see
that there are about a thousand men here,
some of them boys from my regiment. We
are really what might be called ambulance
or Red Cross units, working to relieve suf-
fering among the wounded and to guide
newcomers. Mother, the soul leaves the
body as a boy jumps out of a school door.
That is, suddenly, and with joy. But there
is a period of confusion when a fellow needs
a friend. Quote that. We are the friends.
I guess that is the best explanation I can give.
I told you Jack Wells came through with me.
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He has gone away now. I am told we go
to other departments of usefulness, as others,
suited to this field work, come on here. I
will tell you as much as I can.
You complain that you cannot really get
much of an idea of conditions here from what
I tell you. I want you to be able to take
my dictation like a prize-winner and, in the
meantime, I'll try and get a line on things
here. So far it is nothing very different
from what we knew before the change.
We go and come and serve. But evidently
we are not seen. We do not seem to need
food or sleep. I suppose we absorb moisture.
I think our tenuous bodies are composed
like clouds. But I do not know. Any
way, your boy's heart is still in the right
I see your mind like a white screen, and
I know I can write on it. Let's make a
regular job of this book. You can edit
the copy you get, of course. But don't
put any literary frills in it, will you ? When
we get into the swing of it tell some of the
other mothers. But teach them how to
establish communication with their boys,
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I guess you had better wait until you feel
me calling you after this. We have impor-
tant duties that we should not leave. About
telling others. That is what we are doing
this for, isn't it? A kind of a "comfort ye,
my people" idea. But we must be very
wise and level-headed. I don't believe I
should try to get messages for others. Every
man his own medium is the best plan.
It would be human nature to doubt the
genuineness of a letter from this side. Faith
stops short at this threshold. But show
some friends who need this particular kind
of comfort what you know. Don't back
out when you are laughed at. It's all in
the big business we have taken on.
We do not know anything about the out-
come of the war. Some of the teachers
a large number have now arrived and are
mingling with us in a friendly way refer
to past calamities in which the race has
been practically obliterated and the earth
reformed and repopulated. From this point
of view that is not such a terrible thing to
contemplate. For we must start on the
fact that the soul is immortal. There is no
death for the individual. As so many
even material-minded men realize, the body
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is an exchangeable garment and does not count
in the history of the man. It seems that
there have been an interminable number of
races and nations lost in obscurity. They
have moved on to other worlds, as this
present race must be moved on. I do not
know why civilization is allowed to reach a
high mark before it is wiped off the slate.
But that has been the rule, and so the Creator
must have a purpose.
I asked one of the teachers, and he said
that the earth is a preparatory planet. The
human race is marked for an advanced
existence and is brought to as high a degree
of perfection as may be necessary to bring
up the average. That is : The high degree
of intelligence of the greater number lifts
the lesser in the scale. We begin the new
existence where we left off in the old. The
more we have gained, the greater our ad-
vancement among far more favorable condi-
tions. That is not clear. I'll get a better
hold on the idea.
There are a number of dogs with us. I
do not know whether they are astral dogs or
not. They look just the same to me, and
they go with us and help with our work.
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The boys who come out are simply delighted
to see them.
Jack Wells is back with us and in immedi-
ate command of our company. He has been
to see his mother and he is one happy boy.
She is somewhere here. Has been out for
a long time. But one of the messengers
found him for her and he got immediate
leave to go. That sounded pretty good to
me. He will tell me about things later.
We are very busy.
Don't try to hold your pencil any differ-
ently than you hold it ordinarily, mother,
dear. I am not guiding your pencil. As
I figure it out, I am simply dictating these
letters, by some improved form of telepathy,
to your mind. You do the writing. It is
wholly simple. I really talk, and you hear.
Please get that to our audience. We all
have perceptions and faculties that are
capable of lifting us into supermen. The
rub is we do not suspect our own powers.
Do not let yourself be led into a maze of
reasons why this thing cannot be. What
is, is. If a theory of cosmic consciousness
accounts for these communications to any
one ; if he thinks your mind is drawing them
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from a reservoir which holds dream stuff
and the intangible echoes of the thought
of all ages, let it go at that. Don't
It is a funny thing that people always want
to accept the most difficult creeds and to
believe the most elusive doctrines. They
(people) are a bundle of credulity and stub-
born doubt. Of course their eyes will be
opened in good time. But think what peace
of mind they are missing. There are horses
here, too. Good old fellows, that nose a
chap's shoulder. I can't answer for them
yet, or the dogs either!
I told you that we are not given any
power over bullets. That we can comfort
but not save from what you call death.
That is not quite the case, I find. Jack
Wells directed me to stand by a junior
lieutenant to-day and impel him this way
or that to avoid danger. In this way I dis-
covered that my perceptions are much more
sensitive than they were before I came out.
I can estimate the speed and determine the
course of shells. I stood by this fellow and
nudged him here and there, kept him from
being hurt. I asked Wells if that was an
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answer to prayer. Wells said, "No, the
young chap is an inventor, and has a job
ahead of him that's of importance to the
world." An older man spoke up and said :
"Prayers are answered. Don't make any
mistake about that. But they are not
answered according to material ways of
looking at things." I did not get his explana-
tion well enough to venture to repeat it.
I'll know more, probably, as I go on.
Mother, dear, you are behaving like a
brick. I tell you we are going to get this
mortality play across the footlights. And
it must be known as truth. I don't mean
to call it that. But you know what is in
my mind. If you could hear the cries that
come to us from mothers and fathers and
wives and orphans, you would know how
continuously I plan and mull over this
proposition. If you could just make them
understand that there is no death. If you
could just make them know that they can
call their own loved ones to them and hear,
at first hand, that all is well beyond what
has truly been called "the veil." It is not
more than that. It is not as much. A veil
is woven fabric more or less resistant. We
are separated from our living (I wrote liv-
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ing; please cross it out, because it would
indicate that we are dead, and we are not)
own folks by nothing but those unused
faculties I spoke of on your side. Urge im-
mediate development of these faculties. Teach-
ers will, I am told, soon appear who are
capable of waking these sleeping senses.
With that accomplishment we shall be face
I can't read your mind yet. Speak to
me as you would if you could see my face.
Fancy that we are sitting in the dark but
fully aware of each other's presence. If you
ever need me, especially, do not hesitate
to call me, or at any other time. If I do
not hear you, some one will carry the mes-
sage on until I get it. I have been so en-
grossed with these strange happenings that
I may have seemed cold. But dear, dear
mother, I never loved you better than I do
now. And I understand all the subtle
wonders of your love for me, as your son,
far better than I did before. I know you
long for the touch of my hand, my big, red
grip that you used to be too game to wince
under. But be sure that I am Bob, your
Bob, and that we are going to have all the
time there is together.
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You remember that we felt rather a shock
when that woman you know edited a book
of letters from this side in which clothes and
victuals and drink were much dwelt upon.
I think some one of those mischief-makers
that I referred to some time ago was fooling
her. There are, as I explained, many intel-
ligences here that delight in playing jokes
on the credulous when they can get on
the etheric wave that is being used by com-
municants. Of course I am not compe-
tent to make any positive statement. But
I think the conditions here are wholly spirit-
ual. The physical body and its functions
have been discharged. Only the emotions
of the soul remain. I wonder if I can make
that more plain? I surely want to be a
reliable correspondent, and I want to show
that while the human machine ceases with
the body, all the fine raptures that made
the happinesses of earth are with the spirit.
I, myself, appear just as you last saw me.
But I am doubtless clothed in that same
cloudlike vapor that composes my body.
I am the same, yet not the same, freed from
the gross conditions that attend humanity
and yet capable of love and the higher expres-
sions of marriage. I shall have opportuni-
ties to learn definitely concerning these
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things and I will tell you as frankly as
I have always told you things that boys
generally keep from their mothers.
I have not seen any one with wings. We
cover any number of miles without fatigue.
That is a good thing, for I have not heard
of any rest from labor being advocated. We
do, however, rest others. We ease the boys
in the trenches they wonder how they can
sleep so comfortably on the hard, wet ground,
- and for several nights, now, I have been
holding a sick boy in my arms. These
duties keep us occupied almost all the time,
but we have undiminished force and are never
weary. I hear continually of the presence
of the Savior on the battle fields. I think
this must be true. Anyway, the dying are
certain that He has been with them, and they
are happy. They speak of His love.
Tell this to mothers. Jack Wells talked
with me last night, and he gave me a great
description of what he saw when he went
away for his visit. His mother heard that
he had come west, and she sent a messenger
for him. It seems the messengers are some-
what different from the rest of us. I will
speak of that later. Jack accompanied
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this messenger. They pierced the envelope
of the earth. Or at least found some exit.
From what Jack gleaned, he thought the
world we have believed to be so tremen-
dously powerful is really much like the small-
est ball in the nest of balls that are carved
out of ivory by Orientals. One within the
other, you know. You have to penetrate
one to gain access to another of larger size.
So, as I understand it, the spiritual worlds
of our solar system are swung into space,
not separately, but together, each on its
own axis but all moving in harmony as one.
The progress of the soul is through these
spheres up to the highest development,
The earth is the material or lowest form.
We have often wondered why Christ came
to save one little planet when He seemed to
belong equally to the whole Universe. But
it seems that this is the cradle of humanity,
That herein was established the race of men,
an independent order of creation that was
to acquire through knowledge of sin and
pain and sacrifice, a strength that should
fit men for leadership among supermen.
Jack's mother is in the next world, and from
what he says I was not right about the
manner of living. His mother received
him in a home where other members of the
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family were waiting for him, and it was
just a happy reunion. While he was con-
scious that they had all passed through the
experience of death, he could not really
see any change in their appearance. They
were dressed in what appeared to be fabrics
but were probably vapor stuff, and they
seemed to eat and drink and live much as
they lived on earth. It is said that business
is conducted along ideal lines, and agriculture
is brought to perfection. There are many
chemists and inventors at work to develop
resources, and as the different globes are
intercommunicable, the earth gets the benefit
of the discoveries. This figure is often used,
and I guess it is a good one. Consider the
system of planets all incorporated in a final
atmospheric envelope as so many rooms in a
school. All doors are open for the entrance
and exit of every one, high or low, in the
whole school : the separations are mental.
A pupil can jump over any grade if he has
the ability. Those who qualify on earth
can enter advanced classes or conditions.
The return or reincarnation of a spirit is a
matter concerning which I am not informed.
I know that many return many times.
I do not as yet understand how this is accom-
plished, or whether it is voluntary or an
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arbitrary law. I hope I shall not have
to go back. I'd rather take a fling among
the other worlds. I could not be your boy ;
and I'd rather have you than any other
Jack's mother and sister are teachers.
It is the business of those who are familiar
with the law of the place to instruct others.
Ruth Wells was killed in an automobile
accident a day or so before she was to have
been married. Her lover went out with
the Canadians and has been doing great
work in the air. He came out (died) while
Jack was there, and he came straight to
Ruth with a messenger she had sent to watch
for his arrival. Now they are incorporated
in one form. I do not quite understand
this yet. I shall have to see the married
to know what that means. But I am told
that a man and woman are really one.
Each half of a whole. When they are
mates they are united. The matter of
plural marriages is settled in this way. The
real mates are brought together. The others
finding their complementary selves. It is
a difficult subject. Better leave it out of
the question until I get it in clearer shape.
I do not know which side dominates this
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dual personality. I talked it over with a
group of fellows here those who have just
come out and none of us like the idea.
You ask where I am ? I am right now in
and about Verdun, and I have not often
been away from my division. As I told
you, some of us are assigned to escort duty.
When the boys come west, quote that,
we meet and guide them across the Invisible
Line. Most of them feel perfectly fit when
they come. But some few are confused or
frightened. Particularly about the sorrow
of those they leave behind. Try and make
this point plain to the families. The boys
are all right. Do not mourn for them.
Every tear tortures the dead. Know that
they are loving their folks and anticipating
a meeting. I must go.
The most important thing for us to con-
sider is this : We are just as much alive as
we ever were, and the ties of love continue.
This does not necessarily mean the ties of
relationship. Love is the dominating force.
For instance, the fact that I am your son,
born of your body, is not the thing that will
unite us in this advanced life. . There is a
subtler bond which has nothing to do with
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consanguinity. Spiritual affiliation or sym-
pathy is about what that is, as well as I
can make out.
But I am not yet far enough advanced to
make any definite or authoritative state-
ment. I only want to start this whole
propaganda of comfort on the one sure
thing : There is no death.
This is during a lull in a battle. I inquired
of the teacher why the German soldiers are
so devoted to the Kaiser, how blind belief
of millions came to be fixed on this one weak
madman. For he is a lunatic. It was
explained that a Mesmeric wave has swept
Germania from the throne to the far borders
since William's grandfather ruled. Mesmer,
the Austrian, set forces into operation then,
which he has maintained since through the
mind of the present Kaiser.
I do not know whether that is a fact of
science or a personal opinion. The man
who told me is a stranger to me. He may
not have any real information.
Mother, I have found out another thing
from this point of view. There is little or
no fear of death among men who go into
battle. The soul seems to remember, sud-
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denly, that it may be about to repeat an
interesting experience. The physical side
of the soldier is dominated by the spiritual
and carried on with a kind of thrilling joy.
The meanest man sometimes surprises his
comrades by exhibitions of courage. This
is the reason. In this connection I must
mention Cooper. You will remember that
I wrote you about him when I enlisted :
He seemed to be the one blot on our regi-
mental 'scutcheon. A sniveling "willy boy"
who was afraid to go home in the dark. We
all wondered how he stood the examiner's
gaff and was accepted. He had prayed,
very likely, that he would be turned down.
Well, he came west since I last wrote you.
I happened to be near when the grenade
fell in the trench and saw him grab it in his
arms and scramble out with it before it
exploded. He saved a whole company :
among them many wounded. I went with
him over the top and yelled, "Bully for you,
Coop, old man ! " Then the bomb blew
away his mortality, and he saw me. We
left the field together, and I took him back
among the hills where the particular group
of helpers headed by Jack Wells gave him
the glad hand. He's all right and a trump
among us. Get word to his mother.
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I got your word about the difficulties you
are meeting in conveying the information.
Isn't it curious that the human mind in-
stinctively rejects the easiest answer to a
problem? Do you recall how we laughed
over that epitaph on a little white gravestone
in New England :
" Since so quickly I was done /or,
I wonder what I was begun for? "
Well, get such comfort across as you can,
but do not try to convince any one that you
communicate with me. You would probably
be carted off to a padded cell if you should
tell all we shall talk about. For I feel that
we shall get on further soon. Wells says a
new company is to relieve us, and we will
"proceed to our destination."
Cooper is in a blue funk about his mother.
She is frantic with grief, and he cannot
communicate with her. She is like many
Christians. She subscribes to a creed
but she doesn't believe it. If she would
just take her pencil in her hand, and let
Coop do the rest! Then she would come
to know that her son and all the other sons
are living and only kept from being happy
and full of new and splendid ambitions by
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the tears of those they love on earth. To
mourn is natural : but it really isn't natural
to be hopeless.
I got that little hint you wired me about
knocking Christians. You see I still need
your bully judgment. I remember your
little old tenet that no cause is won by criti-
cism. And I believe we have a cause,
mother. Of course this matter of automatic
writing, as you call it, is old and generally
discredited. Some big, independent thinkers
know that it is genuine in the main. But
most folks are from Missouri. You have
to show them something that can't be shown
to material senses before they consent to
be comforted. Too bad, isn't it ?
If you could see the way the fellows here
feel, you would know why I harp on publicity
for this scheme of communication. There
may be a better one. But I don't know
about it yet. Get two or three of the sanest
women you know who have lost dear ones,
and almost every one has or will, and
persuade them to try. Show them how you
do. Tell them there is no mystery or flub-
dub. Tackle Mrs. K., she is level-headed.
Take her fully into your confidence show
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her these letters if you want to. Tell her
to spread the truth. You know how you
feel when you have been cross or unjust, or
something like that, to some one you really
care for. You can hardly wait to make
up. That's the trouble on both sides with
those who cross the line and those left there.
Grief is mostly remorse for things done or
left undone, and there is no chance to make
up. Coop says he was a rotter to his mother,
and he has lately heard her crying that she
had been harsh with him when he was a
little boy. How quickly they could square
things if she only knew that he was closer
to her in actual presence and in sympathy
than he had ever been before.
I want to speak about the little things
that rankle in your heart. You remember
when you spanked me with the hair-brush :
and a thousand wasps of memory sting you.
Let's laugh ! Just as we should if we recalled
them together when you could see me grin.
What matters now and always is that
understanding love that binds us. We have
the particular thing that will bring us face
to face again ! We are mother and son.
But we are more than that. We are pals.
That is what counts. I have been told
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this by an instructor from Somewhere in
Space. You see we are still right near you
in the envelope of the earth, assigned to
the battle fields for service to the wounded
and the dead. Quote "dead." It is a
misapplied word. But just as French officers
are being sent to the American cantonments
to teach advanced methods of fighting to
our troops, so experienced teachers on this
side are moving among us, getting us ready
to meet and understand new conditions.
They look like and they are men.
As far as I can make out, we are going to