They tell us they have nine oceans, many lakes and rivers, majestic, towering mountains and very beautiful woodlands. On their oceans they have very large ships. For overland transportation they have a system similar to our railways but since they use light for energy, they need no rails for their cars as we do. The power engine pulls thirty to forty cars, what we would call cars, yet they don't look like any that we have. They seem to be gliding right over the surface of the ground. In other words they have all the modern conveniences so far ahead of us that we haven't even begun.
The atmosphere here is very, very pleasant. This day, according to our own thermometer which we have with us, the temperature registers ninety-seven degrees. At first, as we mentioned, it was a little stuffy because of the heat and the rain that had come just before we landed here. The humidity is around ten on the average but at times it goes up to eighty. That is when it is really stifling, yet they don't mind at all.
In other words, everything is so beautiful here that we begin to think this might be heaven.
But again our thoughts are read for they tell us that there are billions of solar system beyond this one, and each solar system is greater than the one preceding it, so that when man goes through all the phases of our system and learns what he is supposed to learn in our system, he goes on to the next one and forever keeps on going that way eternally, from system to system.
They tell us that many great souls of Earth have been reborn on one or the other planets, depending on what they have learned while they were on Earth in reference to the universal life.
We are now taken to one of their art galleries. In an outer room quite a number of artists are at work but they are so engrossed in their creations that they don't even know we are present. And the art seems to be something out of any world, for remember planet Mars is also a world. A sculptor or a painter seems to put his whole life into whatever he is doing. Art seems to be their favorite occupation. There is no honorship given in any field of endeavor whether it be art or anything else. The main object of art seems to be the service that is rendered unto the people in a steady advancement.
The structural pattern of their pictures and statues do not vary from those of Earth or any other planet within our system. The difference lies in their method of living, for they feel and portray living feeling in all that they create. Their unit life of service to all is the reason for their great advancement beyond that of the Earth's inhabitants.
We enter a large domed gallery. Around the walls are paintings so real that we think we must be looking through windows to vast panoramas beyond. In the center of the room are statues that appear to be made of marble, but they are radiant with life animation. Here is a young mother holding an infant child in her arms. At one knee stands a small child and upon her lap is an open book. Across the top of the pages is embossed "The Universal Life." Her lips are parted and her eyes cast upon the book. The young child portrays the simplicity of love and adoration.
Now we stand before a statue of a young male child. It resembles in features the portrayals of the Deity that we have seen; here is innocence and purity combined with wisdom.
There is a figure made of gold, of a workman fashioning tools. Even this form seems alive and gives the feeling of moulding the foundation structure of the Universe.