THE
"SUNSHINE" FRIENDS
Sis was standing outside in the
sunshine when she unexpectedly felt an urge to write. Returning to the
house, she took paper and pencil, and the following was written:—
"We are near you and wish to send
some word. We are not Mary and
Dee, nor any of your circle; just spirits wandering through the old
familiar scenes of earth, and seeking to tell our friends that we live.
We were of your country, America, but not known to you. We believed that
the life of the individual passed away at death
and became a part of the essence of
life which pervaded all worlds,
but without personal consciousness.
We find life infinitely better, infinitely more joyous than we could
have dreamed. We tell you this because we have several times been in
touch with your thought, and
see your occasional doubt of this life.
"We know of your circle and of their
work. We know their earnest desire to prove themselves to the world.
They do much to influence mortals, and they reach out to others than
yourself in such efforts.
"We are two spirits, like an earthly
marriage, as far as choice of companionship and love are concerned. Do
you believe this to be possible with spirits?"
'Why not?'
"Yes, why not? For love remains. The
difference between the sexes here is a difference in spirit attraction
and understanding. Swedenborg was nearly right when he said man
represented wisdom, woman
love. But the wisdom and love known here are far
beyond anything of the mortal kind."
The writing began to grow smaller and
slow down, and Sis asked:—
'Are you leaving me?'
"It is you who are leaving. You begin
to doubt and our power begins to fail. Why do you doubt?"
'Have you not known of mistakes that
have occurred in our messages?'
"We know that mistakes occur. Not all
of us are in touch with wise teachers. Not all are gifted in discerning
the future. Are there not
differences in power and intelligence among mortals?"
'Yes, of course.'
"Well, then, be wise; study your
messages; accept the true; forgive or forget the mistakes. Good bye."
'Have you nothing more?'
"Not this time. We will come again, but
wilt talk with Mary first and
see if she accepts us as occasional helpers."
At a later date they continued:—
"We are here again, your "sunshine"
friends. We thought you would like to hear that we are taking notice of
all the writing, and believe it will help many to know of this life:—That
it is; and that they will come here at last, some in full belief, some in
doubt, a few with joy. We came in ignorance, but not in any indifference,
for we thought and grieved over our future. We had absorbed the
materialistic philosophy, and it made the earth seem such a mistake, such
a failure; so near to happiness, yet with true
happiness always evading us. You will
not have that outlook. Your
coming will be one of joy, we are sure. Can you try, even more than you
are trying, to make others enter into that same joy,—the
joy of knowing that life is a gift that
continues into a happiness not
readily conceived in that sphere?
"We do not mean that all enter into
that happiness at once. The malicious, the criminal, the careless, the
unbelieving, the cruel, have a long and weary way to go. The old
philosophers in their religion called it "hell." That may be a name for
it; but, anyway, justice will not be cheated. Each must…You cannot put on
paper the fine analogy we were
trying to give. But at any rate, life here is
a continuation of the life begun on
earth; and each one there is preparing his place here….
"Never mind. You know the subject is too big for us to-night."
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