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Good is the word signifying good in the place, for the purpose the strengths were given; good in a sense as gold is evolved from the activities as given being in the organic forces. 'Be on a guard,' the teachers also say, 'lest ye fall into error and say, “ I am holier than thou!” for the sin of vain glorying is great, and home-powers do lay bare the forms, and the one skeleton frame is seen.' 'Do not place a false light in the window to the undoing of any,' is written in bold characters and placed over the doors of the schoolrooms where the lives do assemble to know of the laws. One Grand Master of the loves doth take a mantle of starry excellence and place over the form of him who hath stood and loved to say: 'I die to all selfishness of life. A robe of white, surmounted with gold, is placed on the form who is able to stand in divine charities with the people."
It is the constant effort and aspiration of our brother to reach that degree of love which Jesus actualized : “Whosoever shall do the will of my Father who is in heaven, the same is my brother and sister and mother.” Beyond the family circle, beyond church, sect, party, or nationality, he extends his spiritual fellowship. Visiting his native home in Vermont,- that old framed house, that running brook, that forest and rocky height, where the silver cord of life first pulsed the latent music of his soul,- he mused and dreamed awake, and penned the poesy of his thought thus:
“To-day I sit 'neath the paternal roof, and, in shadowy memories and quickly shifting kaleidoscopic presentations, relive the past, all gemmed in those earlier years with the dewy freshness of childhood's sunny morning. How mystic life's web! How strange the voyage, freighted with flowers and thorns, smiles and tears, defeats and victories, making it rich in experiences! A divinity truly ‘shapes our ends,' a certain destiny overshadows each of us, and fate proves to be a mighty wrestler. The pathway may be crimsoned with bleeding feet, or baptized in tides of tears: yet beyond this mortal realm the star of eve shines, and the Queen of Morn' pours forth celestial harmonies, making ‘music over all the starry floor;' and
there earth's divinest ideals become the soul's eternal realities. ..
“Oh, how many pleasant associations cluster around that word mother! Someone has said that 'mother, home, and heaven' are the most beautiful words in the English language. I almost venerate my parents.”
The Mohammedan, though having several wives, buries his mother's body next to his own. Asked why, he replies, “I can have many wives, but I can have only one mother." Mr. Peebles almost worshiped his mother. She was for many years the center of his home life. A few years after her transition, while meditating in a leafy grove, and repeating the following rhymes of the poet, he clairaudiently heard her voice:
“Is there no grand, immortal sphere
Beyond this realm of broken ties,
And dry the tears from weeping eyes,
And June stands near with deathless flowers,
Who loved us in this world of ours?
With tears for one I can not see —
And dost thou still remember me?
“The Springtime bloom; the Summers fade,
The Winters blow along my way;
Thy memory lives by night and day.
Like sweet song that can not die,
Grows deeper when the storm is nigh.
Return to bless the yearning sea;
And dost thou still remember me?
“I sometimes think thy soul comes back
From o'er the dark and silent stream,
To those green hills of which we dream:
My cheeks grow younger in thy breath,
Without a thought of pain or death:
With tears for her I can not see,
And dost thou still remember me?”
“ Yes, my son,” she whispered in this leafy grove of oak and elm, “I am living yet, and still remember you. Can a mother forget her firstborn ? Memory is unfading, and pure love is unending." Continuing in a soft, tender, lute-like voice, she added: “What you in earth-lands call death, we call birth into the spirit-lands of immortality. Words fail to express the beauty of this realm of blessedness. Youth is here renewed, and the lost of earth are found. Have no fears. Continue your pilgrimage in faith and trust. Weary not in your appointed labors, and when they are done, and the silver cord of life is loosed, then, with other loving souls, I shall meet you and lovingly greet you at your coming."
THE HOMES OF ASCENDED TEACHERS
“I think of that city; for oh ! how oft
My heart has been wrung at parting
To its airy heights were starting!
In the blue, blue distance dwelling;
Come down, on the breezes swelling,
– Emma Tuttle.
Being himself but partially open to the influx of the spirit world, Mr. Peebles's chief means of intelligent converse with his arisen teachers was - for a number of years — through his trusted medium, Dr. Dunn. At one time he expressed an eager wish that his medium might visit the homes of the apostles especially that of the beloved John.
“Comply, then, with conditions,” replied Aaron: "temperance in all things, fasting, prayer, and purity. Close your eyes to the unclean things of the outer world and enter into silent communion with our heavenly society."
In due time, obeying the request, the medium became deeply entranced, the body seemingly dead and pulseless. There was a momentary blank, and then he found himself standing beside his body,- a very spirit, clothed in ethereal garments, when his guide appearing, said, “Now you will accompany us." They went in a southeasterly direction, and at length reached a real world of busy populations. The inhabitants seemed industrious, beautiful, and happy. Charmed and electrified with the scenes that spread out on every hand, he arrived safe
and invigorated at the residence of Aaron Nite, where he was required to change his garments and don something still more ethereal. Properly vestured, they ascended, leaving the aural belts that encompass the earth and traversing vast spaces to the southward, they at length approached a magnificent island that seemed to float on a sapphire sea.
“I will go with these four spirits," said the guide," whilst the rest of our circle will have to return. You, dear brother, could not advance one step with us, did we not weave around you our aura. Guard well thy mediumship, if thou wouldst behold the glories to come!”
Taking the medium's hand, they passed over stretches of celestial scenery which no earth language is adequate to depict. Reaching a fountain whose lovely borders were adorned with sensitive flowers, the medium was herein baptized, and a sister spirit gave him nectar to drink, which inspired a hallowed feeling
“ Be calm, now," said the guide," for we are approaching the sphere celestial of that immortal teacher for whom we have the most profound reverence.
But here we must leave you, and other guides will take you in charge."
Six spirits now appeared, led by “ Queen of the Morn," all clothed in spotless glistening white, having golden girdles clasping their robes. They enveloped the medium in a soft electric light, which likewise took the form of a
“ white vesture” like their own. They now approached the center of this isle of beauty, and just beyond the margin of placid waters they beheld a grand and imposing temple. The central structure was circular, while the height was beautifully proportioned to the base. Around the interior circular wall were balconies that reached to the very dome. A door opening, they entered and were greeted by a teacher of music, who was surrounded with musical instruments of strange construction. Ascending a spiral stairway they entered a capacious room, under the dome, where a circular library was poised on a pivot, the volumes of which were replete with the condensed wisdom of the ages. The doors and windows were arched. Oval