“I am more real than you are. I am more alive than you are, as I am in perfect health and I am immortal. I ask you both to continue praying in the temple for a few hours without any food. Tonight we want to take you to Rome, Paris, and Monte Carlo. If you don’t eat much your soul can travel at will after you are well developed. I will guide you on the way and teach your soul how much missionary work is yet to be done on earth. Good bye, dear children, you will see me again tonight. If you can’t see me you will know that I am with you.”
After prayers the Doctor took Kezia home, and announced their engagement to his folks. They all received her with open arms as one of their very own.
“O, Kezia, I am so glad you are my very own sister now. I always wanted a sister to boss, and do as I pleased with, and you just fill the bill.”
That night all the household retired to rest peacefully. That night two hearts were overflowing with love and happiness.
Kezia took Sita in her arms and kissed her fondly. The two lovely girls went to sleep with a new sweet smile on their pretty young faces.
Soon Kezia’s soul seemed to be free, floating away in space. We visited the Pope of Rome first. He was on his knees talking to his saints in sweet love and harmony. We soon knew that he saw all of us clairvoyantly. Part of His Holy saints joined with us. We soon saw the bright lights of gay Paris below us. Down, down, we went into the very heart of the city. The first sounds that reached our ears were the prayers of the poor and broken hearted. We saw the old and young begging in the streets at midnight. They begged from those that were dressed in the latest fashion. I never saw such lovely clothes, and so many bright colors in the moonlight. Those clad in rags had more light in their souls than the rich that would now and then toss them a copper, just to make a display in the eyes of their mistresses. Many poor, cold, hungry, suffering creatures had no beds to get a moment’s rest on. Many were never inside of a real home. The misery was awful! When we could not stand it any longer we went to Florence, Italy; there the suffering seemed about the same. Here we found great wealth and great poverty and suffering. Wherever we find great wealth we found great poverty. Hope said our love for all souls prevents great poverty in other worlds. Our great schools of industry prevents poverty. We are taught to give the laborer all he earns; each has all he can earn, all are paid in checks and no money is ever used.
We soon went to Monte Carlo. We saw many men and women gamble for money, as they smoked around the tables. We could see they were money mad. Many lost great fortunes that night; many won. We noticed one short, dark, little woman they called Lena, win every cent a light, tall blonde had; they called him Alo Lamar. He offered her his hand and smiled. We could read his thoughts and knew the reason. She invited him to her room a few blocks away. He began to make love to her for her money only. She coaxed him to write a short note to his mistress, Ada, telling her he had left her forever. Soon they were both sound asleep, drunk. As we watched them, our souls could read their thoughts, which were awful. We could see very little light around them; this proves their souls were undeveloped. The man called Alo Lamar soon awoke, staggered a moment, then reached under the woman’s pillow and took all her money and jewels, went over to the table and took up the carving knife and killed her! He covered her up, and with a cruel smile washed his hands and surveyed himself in the glass. There were no stains of blood on his clothes. He smiled, locked the door and went out into the darkness. We saw angels near him recording every act he did; we also saw fiends grabbing Lena’s dark soul and dragging her down, down! Alo Lamar walked back to the banks of Monte Carlo. He began playing cards madly. He lost every cent he had stolen from his wicked mistress. He reached over the table, took up a revolver and blew out his brains; blew his very soul into eternity, all because he lost money. We all felt the shock from the awful shot! We saw his dark soul go down, down! His astral form was much smaller now. Again we saw awful wicked fiends drag him down to Purgatory. His mind was absolutely insane now, and would be for years to come. If any one shoots their minds away it ruins the soul. This is a scientific fact, the Doctor said.
“Please let’s go home,” I cried, “I can’t stand to see any more crimes.”
Our angels at once took us up, up, on electric spiral waves; up we went into the pure fresh air, up into the lovely soft moonlight, away from all darkness and crime.
“O! how lovely to float in space like this. O! Hope, my sweet saint, can the dear angels in Mars, Neptune, Venus, Saturn and Jupiter float in such wild ecstacy as we do?”