He likes music and singing, but wouldn't like to live in the middle of it always, he can go and hear it if he wants to, he is getting more fond of it than he was.
Mr. Myers was very pleased. He says, you know it isn't always the parsons, not always the parsons, that go highest first. It isn't what you professed, it's what you've done. If you have not believed definitely in life after death, but have tried to do as much as you could, and led a decent life, and have left alone things you don't understand, that's all that's required of you. Considering how simple it is, you'd think everybody would have done it, but very few do.
On our side, we expect a few years will make a great difference in the conditions of people on the earth plane.
In five years, ever so many more will be wanting to know about the life to come, and how they shall live on the earth plane so that they shall have a pretty good life when they pass on. They'll do it, if only as a wise precaution. But the more they know, the higher lines people will be going on.
M. F. A. L.—Did you see me reading the sitting to your father?
I'm going to stop father from feeling tired. Chap with red feather helping. Isn't it wonderful that I can be near you and father?
Some people ask me, are you pleased with where your body lies? I tell them I don't care a bit, I've no curiosity about my body now. It's like an old coat that I've done with, and hope some one will dispose of it. I don't want flowers on my body. Flowers in house, in Raymond's home.
M. F. A. L.—Can he tell the kind of flowers I put for him on his birthday?
(Feda, sotto voce.—Try and tell Feda.)