When questioned as to the kind of clothing used there, she said: “The mist of earth is not a substance to be measured, weighed or worn by you. The material of our raiment is a thing of almost misty texture.”
“What is death?”
“To that question I will give you an explanation given me by one far wiser than I and much older in this realm of life: ‘Death simply denotes a rising from inactivity to action, from obscurity to eminence, awaking from sleep, or promotion from an inferior condition.’”
“Is there a resurrection?”
“Every death is a resurrection.”
“Edith, do you ever wish to be back here in the body?”
“Never. There would be nothing to gain and much to lose.”
“Why is it that although you and others come and talk with us clearly and freely at times, there is yet so much of your new life of which you tell us nothing?”
“There are many reasons, which I am not permitted to give, nor could you understand them. I myself comprehend them but dimly. I simply obey the law.”
“What is the judgment, if there is a judgment?”