I was always fond of watching the clouds float over the sky and shape themselves into pictures suggested by my thoughts. Since I reached the second sphere of the spirit land my skies have always had clouds floating over them, lovely light fleecy clouds which shape themselves into a thousand forms and take on the most lovely shades of color, sometimes becoming rainbow hued and at others of the most dazzling white, and then again vanishing away altogether. I have been told by some spirits that in their skies they never see a cloud, all is serene clear beauty; and no doubt it is so in their lands, for in the spirit world our thoughts and wishes form our surroundings. Thus, because I love to see clouds they are to be seen in my sky, at times veiling and softening its beauties and making cloud-castles for me to enjoy.
I've always enjoyed watching clouds drift across the sky, seeing them form shapes that reflect my thoughts. Since arriving in the second sphere of the spirit realm, my skies have consistently featured clouds - delicate, wispy ones that constantly shift into countless forms. They take on beautiful hues, sometimes resembling rainbows, other times gleaming brilliantly white, and occasionally vanishing entirely. Some spirits have told me their skies are always cloudless, a picture of serene beauty. This is likely true in their lands, as our thoughts and desires shape our surroundings in the spirit world. Because I love clouds, they appear in my sky, sometimes softening its beauty and creating cloud castles for my enjoyment.
Now, some time after I obtained my little home in the Morning Land I began to see between myself and my cloud-pictures a vision which, like the mirage seen in the desert, hovered on the horizon, distinct and lifelike, only to melt away as I gazed. This was a most lovely ethereal gate of wrought gold, such as might be the entrance to some fairy land. A clear stream of water flowed between myself and this gate, while trees so fresh, so green, so aerial, they seemed like fairy trees, arched their branches over it and clustered at the sides. Again and again did I see this vision, and one day while I was gazing at it my father came unnoticed by me and stood by my side. He touched my shoulder and said:
Some time after settling into my new home in the Morning Land, I began to notice a vision appearing between me and my cloud-pictures. Like a mirage in the desert, it hovered on the horizon, vivid and lifelike, only to fade away as I focused on it. This vision was of an exquisite ethereal gate made of wrought gold, reminiscent of an entrance to a fairy realm. A clear stream flowed between me and the gate, while trees so vibrant, green, and delicate they seemed otherworldly, arched their branches overhead and gathered at the sides. I saw this vision repeatedly, and one day as I gazed at it, my father approached silently and stood beside me. He touched my shoulder and said:
"Franchezzo, that gate is inviting you to go nearer and see it for yourself. It is the entrance to the highest circle of this second sphere, and it is within those gates that your new home is waiting for you. You might have gone some time ago into those circles which lie between you and it, had not your affection for this little cottage made you content to remain in it. Now, however, it would be as well for you to go forth and see if the wonders of that new land will not still more delight you. I am, as you know, in the third sphere, which will, therefore, be still above you, but the nearer you approach to me the more easily can I visit you, and in your new home we shall be much oftener together."
"Franchezzo, that gate is beckoning you closer. It's the entrance to the highest level of this second sphere, and your new home awaits you beyond it. You could have moved to the levels between here and there earlier, but your fondness for this small cottage kept you content. Now, it's time to explore and see if the wonders of that new land will captivate you even more. As you know, I'm in the third sphere, which is still above you, but the closer you get to me, the easier it becomes for me to visit. In your new home, we'll spend much more time together."
I was so surprised I could not answer for a little time. It seemed incredible that I should be able so soon to pass those gates. Then, taking my father's advice, I bade a regretful adieu to my little home (for I grow much attached to places which I live long in) and set forth to journey to this new country, the gate shining before me all the time, not fading away as it had done before.
I was so stunned I couldn't speak for a moment. It seemed unbelievable that I'd be able to pass through those gates so soon. Following my father's advice, I reluctantly said goodbye to my small home (as I tend to grow fond of places I live in for a long time) and set out for this new land. The gate shone ahead of me the entire time, not disappearing as it had before.
In the spirit land where the surface is not that of a round globe as with the planets, you do not see the objects on the horizon vanishing in the same way, and earth and sky meeting at last as one. Instead you see the sky as a vast canopy overhead, and the circles which are above you seem like plateaux resting upon mountain tops on your horizon, and when you reach those mountains and see the new country spread out before you, there are always on its horizon again more mountains and fresh lands lying higher than those you have reached. Thus also you can look down on those you have passed as upon a succession of terraces, each leading to a lower, less beautiful one, till at last you see the earth plane surrounding the earth itself, and then beyond that again (for those spirits whose sight is well developed) lie another succession of terrace-like lands leading down to Hell. Thus circle melts into circle and sphere into sphere, only that between each sphere there exists a barrier of magnetic waves which repels those from a lower sphere who seek to pass it until their condition has become in harmony with the higher sphere.
In the spirit realm, the landscape differs from planetary spheres. The horizon doesn't converge with the sky as on Earth. Instead, you see a vast canopy overhead, with higher realms appearing as plateaus atop distant mountains. As you reach these peaks, new vistas unfold, always revealing more elevated lands beyond. Looking back, you observe a series of descending terraces, each less beautiful than the last, until you see the earthly plane surrounding our planet. For spirits with enhanced vision, another sequence of terrace-like lands extends downward toward Hell. Circles and spheres blend seamlessly, but between each sphere exists a barrier of magnetic waves. These repel beings from lower spheres, preventing passage until their spiritual condition aligns with the higher realm's vibration.
In my journey to the golden gates I passed through several circles of this second sphere, whose cities and dwelling-places would have tempted me to linger and admire them had I not been so eager to view the fair land which was now the goal of my hopes. I knew, moreover, that I could at any time on my way to earth stop and explore those intermediate lands, because a spirit can always retrace his steps if he desires and visit those below him.
On my way to the golden gates, I traveled through several regions of this second realm. The cities and homes I saw were tempting to explore, but I was too eager to reach the beautiful land that was now my destination. I knew I could always come back later to investigate these intermediate areas, since spirits can return to lower levels whenever they wish.
At last I reached the top of the last range of mountains between me and the golden gates, and saw stretched out before my eyes a most lovely country. Trees waved their branches as in welcome to me and flowers blossomed everywhere, while at my feet was the shining river and across it the golden gates. With a great sense of joy in my heart I plunged into that beautiful river to swim across, its refreshing waters closing over my head as I dived and swam. I had taken no heed to my clothing and as I landed on the farther side I looked to see myself dripping with water, but in a moment I found my clothing as dry as could be, and what was still stranger, my grey robe with its triple bordering of white had changed into one of the most dazzling snowy lustre with a golden girdle and golden borderings. At the neck and wrists it was clasped with little plain gold clasps, and seemed to be like the finest muslin in texture. I could scarce believe my senses. I looked and looked again, and then, with a trembling, beating heart I approached those lovely gates. As my hand touched them they glided apart and I passed into a wide road bordered by trees and flowering shrubs and plants of most lovely hues--like flowers of earth, indeed, but ah! how much more lovely, how much more fragrant no words of mine can convey to you.
Finally, I reached the summit of the last mountain range separating me from the golden gates. Before me lay a breathtaking landscape. Trees swayed their branches in welcome, flowers bloomed everywhere, and at my feet flowed a shimmering river with the golden gates just beyond. Filled with joy, I dove into the beautiful river, its cool waters enveloping me as I swam across. I hadn't considered my clothes, but upon reaching the other side, I was surprised to find myself completely dry. Even more astonishing, my grey robe with its triple white border had transformed into a dazzling snow-white garment with a golden belt and trim. Delicate gold clasps adorned the neck and wrists, and the fabric felt like the finest muslin. Stunned, I examined myself repeatedly. Then, with a pounding heart, I approached the magnificent gates. As I touched them, they smoothly parted, revealing a wide road lined with trees, flowering shrubs, and plants of the most exquisite colors. These flora resembled Earth's flowers but were far more beautiful and fragrant than words could describe.
The waving branches of the trees bent over me in loving welcome as I passed, the flowers seemed to turn to me as greeting one who loved them well, at my feet there was the soft green sward, and overhead a sky so clear, so pure, so beautiful, the light shimmering through the trees as never did the light of earthly sun. Before me were lovely blue and purple hills and the gleam of a fair lake, upon whose bosom tiny islets nestled crowned with the green foliage of groups of trees. Here and there a little boat skimmed over the surface of the lake filled with happy spirits clad in shining robes of many different colors--so like to earth, so like my beloved Southern Land, and yet so changed, so glorified, so free from all taint of wrong and sin!
The tree branches swayed gently, welcoming me as I walked by. Flowers seemed to turn towards me, recognizing a friend. Soft green grass cushioned my steps, while above, a pristine sky stretched out. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, more dazzling than any earthly glow. Ahead, beautiful blue and purple hills rose up, and a clear lake sparkled. Small islands dotted its surface, crowned with lush trees. Colorfully dressed, joyful people glided across the water in small boats. This place was so reminiscent of my beloved Southern Land, yet it was transformed—perfected and purged of all wrongdoing and evil.
As I passed up the broad flower-girt road a band of spirits came to meet and welcome me, amongst whom I recognized my father, my mother, my brother and a sister, besides many beloved friends of my youth. They carried gossamer scarfs of red, white and green colors, which they were waving to me, while they strewed my path with masses of the fairest flowers as I approached, and all the time they sang the beautiful songs of our own land in welcome, their voices floating on the soft breeze in the perfection of unison and harmony. I felt almost overcome with emotion; it seemed far too much happiness for one like me.
As I walked up the wide, flower-lined road, a group of spirits approached to greet me. Among them, I recognized my parents, my brother, a sister, and many dear friends from my youth. They carried delicate scarves in red, white, and green, waving them at me as they scattered beautiful flowers along my path. All the while, they sang familiar songs from our homeland, their voices blending perfectly on the gentle breeze. I felt overwhelmed with emotion; such joy seemed too much for someone like me.
And then my thoughts even in that bright scene turned to earth, to her who was of all the most dear to me, where all were so dear, and I thought, "Alas that she is not here to share with me the triumphs of this hour; she to whose love more than to any other thing I owe it." As the thought came to me I suddenly beheld her spirit beside me, half asleep, half conscious, freed for a brief moment from the earthly body and borne in the arms of her chief guardian spirit. Her dress was of the spirit world, white as a bride's and shimmering with sparkling gems like dew drops. I turned and clasped her to my heart, and at my touch her soul awoke and she looked smilingly at me. Then I presented her to my friends as my betrothed bride, and while she was still smiling at us all, her guide again drew near and threw over her a large white mantle. He lifted her in his arms once more, and like a tired child she seemed to sink into slumber as he bore her away to her earthly body, which she had left for a time to share and crown this supreme moment of my joy. Ah, me! even in my joy I felt it hard to let her go, to think I could not keep her with me; but the thread of her earthly life was not yet fully spun, and I knew that she like others must travel the path of her earthly pilgrimage to its end.
My thoughts turned to Earth and the one dearest to me. I wished she could share this triumphant moment, as her love had been crucial to my success. Suddenly, her spirit appeared beside me, half-asleep and briefly freed from her earthly body, carried by her guardian spirit. She wore a shimmering white dress adorned with sparkling gems. I embraced her, and she awakened, smiling. I introduced her to my friends as my fiancée. As she smiled at us all, her guide returned, wrapped her in a white mantle, and carried her away like a tired child. She returned to her earthly body, unable to stay. Though joyful, I felt a pang of sadness letting her go. I knew she had to complete her earthly journey before joining me permanently.
When my beloved was gone, my friends all clustered round me with tender embraces, my mother whom I had never seen since I was a little child--caressing my hair and covering my face with kisses as though I had been still the little son whom she had left on earth so many, many years ago that his memory of her had been but dim, and that the father had supplied the image of both parents in his thoughts.
After my beloved passed away, my friends gathered around me, offering comforting hugs. My mother, whom I hadn't seen since I was very young, stroked my hair and showered my face with kisses. She treated me as if I were still the little boy she had left behind so long ago that my memory of her had faded, and my father had come to represent both parents in my mind.
Then they led me to a lovely villa almost buried in the roses and jasmine which clustered over its walls and twined around the slender white pillars of the piazza, forming a curtain of flowers upon one side. What a beautiful home it seemed! How much beyond what I deserved! Its rooms were spacious, and there were seven of them, each typical of a phase in my own character or some taste I had cultivated.
They guided me to a charming house nearly hidden by roses and jasmine. The flowers covered its walls and wrapped around the slim white columns of the porch, creating a floral curtain on one side. It was a stunning home, far more than I felt I deserved. Inside were seven spacious rooms, each reflecting a different aspect of my personality or an interest I had developed.
My villa was upon the top of a hill overlooking the lake which lay many hundreds of feet below, its calm waters rippled by magnetic currents and the surrounding hills mirrored in its quiet bosom, and beyond the lake there was a wide valley. As one looks down from a mountain top to the low hills and the dark valley and level plains below, so did I now look down from my new dwelling upon a panorama of the lower spheres and circles through which I had passed, to the earth plane and again to the earth itself, which lay like a star far below me. I thought as I looked at it that there dwelt still my beloved, and there yet lay the field of my labors. I have sat many times since gazing out on that lone star, the pictures of my past life floating in a long wave of memory across my day-dream, and with all my thoughts was interwoven the image of her who is my guiding star.
My villa sat atop a hill overlooking a lake hundreds of feet below. The lake's calm waters, rippled by magnetic currents, mirrored the surrounding hills. Beyond it stretched a wide valley. From my new home, I gazed down at a panorama of the lower spheres and circles I had passed through, all the way to the earth plane and Earth itself, which appeared as a distant star. As I looked at that faraway star, I thought of my beloved still dwelling there and the work I had yet to do. Many times since, I've sat gazing at that lone star, memories of my past life washing over me like waves. In all these thoughts, her image remains interwoven—she who is my guiding star.
The room from which I could see this view of the distant earth was my music-room, and in it were musical instruments of various kinds. Flowers festooned the walls and soft draperies the windows, which required no glass in their frames to keep out the soft zephyrs of that fair land. A honeysuckle, that was surely the same sweet plant which had so rejoiced my heart in my little cottage in the Morning Land, trailed its fragrant tendrils around the window, and on one of the walls hung my picture of my darling, framed with its pure white roses which always seemed to me an emblem of herself. Here, too, I again found all my little treasures which I had collected in my dark days when hope seemed so far and the shadow of night was ever over me. The room was full of soft masses of lovely spirit flowers, and the furniture was like that of earth only more light in appearance, more graceful and beautiful in every way. There was a couch which I much admired. It was supported by four half-kneeling figures of wood-nymphs, carved as it would seem from a marble of the purest white and even more transparent than alabaster. Their extended arms and clasped hands formed the back and the upper and lower ends; their heads were crowned with leaves and their floating draperies fell around their forms in so graceful, so natural a manner, it was difficult to believe they were not living spirit-maidens. The covering of this couch was of a texture like swan's down, only it was pale gold in color; so soft was it, it seemed to invite one to repose, and often have I lain upon it and looked out at the lovely scene and away to the dim star of earth with its weary pilgrims--its toiling souls.
The room with its view of Earth in the distance was my music room, filled with various instruments. Floral garlands adorned the walls, and delicate curtains framed the windowpanes, which needed no glass to keep out the gentle breezes of this beautiful realm. A honeysuckle, reminiscent of the one from my cottage in the Morning Land, wound its fragrant vines around the window. On one wall hung a portrait of my beloved, framed with pure white roses that symbolized her essence. Here, I rediscovered all the small treasures I had collected during my darker days when hope seemed distant and night's shadow loomed. The room brimmed with ethereal spirit flowers, and the furniture, while similar to Earth's, was lighter, more graceful, and exquisitely crafted. I particularly admired a couch supported by four semi-kneeling wood-nymphs, carved from what appeared to be a marble purer and more translucent than alabaster. Their outstretched arms and clasped hands formed the back and ends of the couch. Crowned with leaves and draped in flowing garments, they seemed so lifelike it was hard to believe they weren't living spirits. The couch was covered in a pale gold fabric as soft as swan's down, inviting rest. Often, I would lie there, gazing at the enchanting view and the distant star that was Earth, pondering its weary pilgrims and toiling souls.
The next apartment was filled with beautiful pictures, lovely statues, and tropical flowers. It was almost more like a conservatory than a room, the pictures being collected at one end of it and the statues and flowers forming a foreground of beauty that was like another and larger picture. There was a little grotto with a fountain playing, the water sparkling like diamonds and rippling over the sides of the smaller basin into one larger still, with a murmuring sound which suggested a melody to me. Near this grotto was one picture which attracted me at once, for I recognized it as a scene from my earthly life. It was a picture of one calm and peaceful evening in early summer when my beloved and I had floated on the quiet waters of an earthly river. The setting sun glowing in the west was sinking behind a bank of trees, while the grey twilight crept over the hollows through the shade of the trees; and in our hearts there was a sense of peace and rest which raised our souls to Heaven. I looked around and recognized many familiar scenes, which had likewise been full of happiness for me and in whose memories there was no sting.
The next room was a stunning blend of art gallery and conservatory. Exquisite paintings lined one wall, while statues and lush tropical flowers created a living foreground, forming a captivating visual display. A small grotto housed a fountain, its sparkling water cascading over tiers of basins with a gentle, melodic murmur. One painting immediately caught my eye—a scene from my earthly life. It depicted a tranquil early summer evening when my beloved and I had drifted on a calm river. The setting sun glowed behind a tree line, its warm light giving way to soft twilight in the shadowy hollows. That moment had filled our hearts with peace, elevating our spirits. As I surveyed the room, I recognized many familiar scenes, each evoking happy memories unmarred by regret.
There were also many pictures of my friends, and of scenes in the spirit world. From the windows I could behold another view than from my music-room. This view showed those lands which were yet far above me, and whose towers and minarets and mountains shone through a dim haze of bright mist, now rainbow hued, now golden, or blue, or white. I loved to change from the one view to the other, from the past which was so clear, to the future that was still dim, still veiled for me.
The room also contained numerous photos of my friends and scenes from the spirit realm. The windows offered a different perspective than those in my music room. This view revealed distant lands far above me, where towers, minarets, and mountains shimmered through a hazy mist of vibrant colors - sometimes rainbow-hued, other times golden, blue, or white. I enjoyed alternating between these two views: the clear, familiar past and the mysterious, veiled future that still lay ahead of me.
In this picture salon there was all which could delight the eye or rest the body, for our bodies require repose as well as do yours on earth, and we can enjoy to rest upon a couch of down earned by our labors as much as you can enjoy the possession of fine furniture bought with gold earned by your work on earth.
This room was a feast for the eyes and a haven for the body. Just like on Earth, we need rest, and we take great pleasure in lounging on soft couches that we've earned through our efforts, much as you enjoy fine furniture purchased with money from your earthly labors.
Another saloon was set apart for the entertainment of my friends, and here again, as in the lower sphere, there were tables set out with a feast of simple but delicious fruits, cakes, and other agreeable foods like earthly foods, only less material, and there was also the delicious sparkling wine of the spirit world which I have before mentioned. Another room again was full of books recording my life and the lives of those whom I admired or loved. There were also books upon many subjects, the peculiarity in them being that instead of being printed they seemed full of pictures, which when one studied them appeared to reflect the thoughts of those who had written the books more eloquently than any words. Here, too, one could sit and receive the inspired thoughts of the great poets and literary men who inhabit the sphere above, and here have I sat, and inscribed upon the blank pages of some book laid open before me, poems to her who filled the larger half of all my thoughts.
Another room was dedicated to entertaining my friends. Here, as in the lower realm, tables were laden with a feast of simple yet delicious fruits, cakes, and other pleasant foods resembling those on Earth, but less substantial. The sparkling wine of the spirit world, which I've mentioned before, was also available. An additional chamber housed books chronicling my life and those of people I admired or loved. Other volumes covered various subjects, with a unique feature: instead of printed text, they seemed filled with images that, upon closer inspection, conveyed the authors' thoughts more eloquently than words ever could. In this room, one could also receive inspired ideas from great poets and writers inhabiting the sphere above. It was here that I often sat, inscribing poems onto blank pages of an open book, dedicated to the woman who occupied most of my thoughts.
From this room we passed out to the garden, my father saying he would show me my chamber of repose, after our friends were gone. Here, as in the house, flowers were everywhere, for I always loved flowers, they spoke to me of so many things and seemed to whisper such bright fancies, such pure thoughts. There was a terrace around the house, and the garden seemed almost to overhang the lake, especially at one secluded corner which was fenced in with a bank of ferns and flowering shrubs and backed by a screen of trees. This nook was a little to the side of the house and soon became my favorite resort; the ground was carpeted with soft green moss as you have not on earth--and flowers grew all around. Here there was a seat whereon I loved to sit and look away to the earth, and fancy where my beloved one's home would be. Across all those millions of miles of space my thoughts could reach her as hers could now reach me, for the magnetic cord of our love stretched between us and no power could ever shut us out from each other again.
We stepped into the garden from the room, with my father promising to show me my resting place after our guests left. Flowers were everywhere, both inside and out. I'd always loved them; they spoke to me, whispering bright ideas and pure thoughts. A terrace surrounded the house, and the garden seemed to hover above the lake, especially in one secluded corner. This spot, fenced by ferns and flowering shrubs with trees behind, was slightly off to the side of the house and quickly became my favorite retreat. The ground was covered in soft green moss, unlike anything on Earth, with flowers all around. I loved to sit on a bench there, gazing towards Earth, imagining where my beloved might be. Across the vast expanse of space, our thoughts could reach each other, connected by the magnetic cord of our love. Nothing could ever separate us again.
When I had seen and admired all, my friends led me back to the house and we all sat down to enjoy the feast of welcome which their love had prepared for me. Ah! what a happy feast that was. How we proposed the progression and happiness of each one, and then drank our toast in wine which left no intoxication behind, no after reckoning of shame to mar its refreshing qualities! How delicious seemed this fruit, these numerous little delicacies which were all the creations of someone's love for me. It seemed too much happiness, I felt as in a delightful dream from which I must surely wake. At last all my friends left except my father and mother, and by them I was conducted to the upper chambers of the house. They were three in number. Two were for such friends as might come to stay with me, and both were most prettily furnished, most peaceful looking; the third room was for myself, my own room, where I would retire when I desired to rest and to have no companion but my own thoughts. As we entered, the thing which attracted me most and filled me with more astonishment that anything I had yet seen, was the couch. It was of snowy white gossamer, bordered with pale lilac and gold, while at the foot were two angels, carved, like the wood-nymphs, out of the dazzlilng white alabaster I have vainly tried to describe. They were much larger than myself or any spirits whom I had seen, and their heads and extended wings seemed almost to touch the roof of my room, and the pose of these two most lovely figures was perfect in its grace. Their feet scarce touched the floor and with their bending forms and half-outstretched wings they appeared to hover over the bed as though they had but just arrived from their celestial sphere.
After admiring everything, my friends took me back to the house where we sat down to enjoy a welcoming feast they had lovingly prepared. It was a joyous occasion. We toasted to everyone's progress and happiness, drinking wine that left no hangover or regret. The fruit and various delicacies, all made with love for me, were delicious. It felt like too much happiness, as if I were in a wonderful dream. Eventually, everyone left except my parents, who showed me to the upper floor. There were three rooms: two for guests, both beautifully furnished and peaceful, and one for myself—a private space where I could retreat with my thoughts. As we entered my room, I was amazed by the bed. It was made of white gossamer, trimmed with pale lilac and gold. At the foot stood two angels, carved from dazzling white alabaster like wood-nymphs. They were much larger than me or any spirits I'd seen, their heads and outstretched wings nearly touching the ceiling. The posture of these beautiful figures was graceful perfection. Their feet barely touched the floor, and with their curved forms and partially extended wings, they seemed to hover over the bed as if they had just arrived from heaven.
They were male and female forms, the man wearing on his head a helmet and bearing in his hand a sword, while the other hand held aloft a crown. His figure was the perfection of manly beauty and grace, and his face with its perfect features so firmly moulded, expressing at once strength and gentleness, had to my eyes a look of calm regal majesty that was divine.
The figures were a man and a woman. The man wore a helmet and held a sword in one hand, with a crown raised high in the other. His body embodied the ideal of masculine beauty and elegance. His face, with its flawless features, conveyed both strength and kindness. To me, his expression radiated a serene, royal dignity that seemed almost godlike.
The female figure at his side was smaller--more delicate in every way. Her face was full of gentle, tender, womanly purity and beauty. The eyes large and soft even though carved in marble, the long tresses of her hair half-veiling her head and shoulders. One hand held a harp with seven strings, the other rested upon the shoulder of the male angel as though she supported herself with his strength, while the lovely head was half bent forward and rested upon her arm, and on her head she wore a crown of pure white lilies.
The woman beside him was petite and graceful. Her face radiated a gentle, feminine beauty and innocence. Even in marble, her eyes appeared large and soft, with long hair cascading over her head and shoulders. She held a seven-stringed harp in one hand, while the other rested on the male angel's shoulder, as if drawing strength from him. Her beautiful head was slightly tilted forward, leaning on her arm, and atop it sat a crown of pristine white lilies.
The look upon her face was one of such exquisite sweetness, such maternal tenderness, it might well have served for that of the Virgin Mother herself. The attitudes, the expressions of both were the most perfect realization of angelic beauty I have seen, and for some moments I could but gaze at them expecting them to melt away before my eyes.
Her face radiated a sweet, motherly warmth that rivaled even depictions of the Virgin Mary. Their poses and expressions embodied angelic beauty so perfectly that I half-expected them to vanish before my eyes as I stared, transfixed.
At last I turned to my father and asked how such lovely figures came to be in my room, and why they were represented with wings, since I had been told that angels had not really wings growing from their bodies at all.
Finally, I turned to my father and asked how these beautiful figures ended up in my room. I also wondered why they were shown with wings, since I'd been told that angels don't actually have wings growing from their bodies.
"My son," he answered, "these lovely figures are the gift of your mother and myself to you, and we would fain think of you as reposing under the shadow of their wings, which represent in a material form the protection we would ever give you. They are shown with wings because that is the symbol of the angelic spheres, but if you will look closely at them you will find that these wings are like a part of the drapery of the forms, and are not attached to the bodies at all as though they grew from the shoulder in the fashion earthly artists represent them. The wings, moreover, express the power of angelic beings to soar upon these outstretched pinions into Heaven itself. The shining helmet and the sword represent war, the helmet the war of the Intellect against Error, Darkness and Oppression. The sword, the war man must ever wage against the passions of his lower nature. The crown symbolizes the glory of virtue and self-conquest.
"Son," he replied, "these beautiful figures are a gift from your mother and me. We hope you'll find comfort under their protective wings, which symbolize our constant care for you. The wings represent angelic realms, but look closely—they're part of the figures' clothing, not attached to their bodies like in typical earthly art. These wings also show angels' ability to soar into Heaven. The gleaming helmet and sword stand for battle: the helmet for the mind's fight against ignorance and tyranny, the sword for man's ongoing struggle with his baser instincts. The crown symbolizes the triumph of virtue and self-mastery."
"The harp in the woman's hand shows that she is an angel of the musical sphere, and the crown of lilies expresses purity and love. Her hand resting on the man's shoulder is to show that she derives her strength and power from him and from his stronger nature, while her attitude and looks as she bends over your couch express the tender love and protection of woman's maternal nature. She is smaller than the man, because in you the masculine elements are stronger than the feminine. In some representations of the angels of men's souls they are made of equal size and stature, because in those characters the masculine and feminine elements are both equal, both evenly balanced, but with you it is not so, therefore are they represented with the woman dependent upon the stronger one.
The harp in the woman's hands identifies her as a musical angel, while her crown of lilies symbolizes purity and love. She rests her hand on the man's shoulder, indicating that she draws strength from his more robust nature. Her posture and gaze as she leans over your bed convey the nurturing love and protection associated with motherhood. She appears smaller than the man because your masculine traits outweigh your feminine ones. In some depictions of soul angels, they're shown as equal in size, representing a balance of masculine and feminine qualities. However, in your case, this balance doesn't exist, so the woman is portrayed as reliant on the stronger figure.
"The male angel typifies power and protection. The female angel purity and love. Together they show the eternal dual nature of the soul and that one-half is not complete without the other. They also are the symbolical representation of the twin guardian angels of your soul whose wings may be said in a spiritual sense to be ever outstretched in protection over you."
Male angels symbolize strength and guardianship, while female angels represent innocence and compassion. Together, they illustrate the soul's dual nature, highlighting that neither half is complete alone. These angels also symbolize the pair of spiritual guardians watching over your soul, their wings perpetually extended to protect you.
Shall I confess that even in that beautiful home there were times when I felt lonely? I had this home, earned by myself, but as yet I had no one to share it with me, and I have always felt a pleasure to be doubly sweet when there was some one whom I could feel enjoyed it also. The one companion of all others for whom I sighed was still on earth, and alas! I knew that not for many years could she join me. Then Faithful Friend was in a circle of the sphere above me in a home of his own, and as for Hassein, he was far above us both, so that though I saw them at times as well as my dear father and mother, there was no one to share my life with me en bon camarade, no one to watch for my home-coming, and no one for whom in my turn I could watch. I was often on earth--often with my darling--but I found that with my advanced position in the spirit world I could not remain for so long at a time as I had been wont to do. It had upon my spirit much the effect of trying to live in a foggy atmosphere or down a coal mine, and I had to return more frequently to the spirit land to recover myself.
Should I admit that even in my beautiful home, I sometimes felt lonely? I had earned this place myself, but I had no one to share it with. I've always believed that pleasure is doubled when someone else enjoys it too. The one companion I longed for was still on Earth, and sadly, I knew it would be years before she could join me. Faithful Friend lived in a higher sphere in his own home, and Hassein was far above us both. Although I occasionally saw them, along with my dear parents, I had no one to share my daily life with as a true companion—no one to eagerly await my return, and no one for whom I could do the same. I frequently visited Earth and my beloved, but I found that my advanced position in the spirit world limited the time I could spend there. It felt like trying to live in a fog or deep in a coal mine, forcing me to return to the spirit land more often to recover.
I used to sit in my lovely rooms and sigh to myself, "Ah, if I had but some one to speak with, some congenial soul to whom I might express all the thoughts which crowd my mind." It was therefore with the greatest pleasure that I received a visit from Faithful Friend, and heard the suggestion he had to make to me.
I would sit in my comfortable room and think to myself, "If only I had someone to talk to, a kindred spirit with whom I could share all the thoughts swirling in my mind." So it was with great joy that I welcomed Faithful Friend's visit and listened to his suggestion.
"I have come," said he, "on behalf of a friend who has just come to this circle of the sphere, but who has not yet earned for himself a home of his own and therefore desires to find one with some friend more richly endowed than himself. He has no relatives here and I thought that you might be glad of his companionship."
"I'm here on behalf of a friend who's new to this part of the afterlife," he said. "He hasn't yet earned his own place, so he's looking to stay with someone more established. He doesn't have any family here, and I thought you might appreciate his company."
"Most truly, I would be delighted to share my home with your friend."
"I'd be more than happy to have your friend stay with me."
Faithful Friend laughed. "He may be called your friend also, for you know him. It is Benedetto."
Faithful Friend laughed. "You might call him your friend too, since you know him. It's Benedetto."
"Benedetto!" I cried in astonishment and delight. "Ah! then he will indeed be doubly welcome. Bring him here as soon as possible."
"Benedetto!" I exclaimed, surprised and thrilled. "Oh! He'll be more than welcome. Bring him here right away."
"He is here now--he awaits at your door; he would not come with me till he was sure you would really be glad to welcome him."
"He's here now—waiting at your door. He wouldn't come with me until he was certain you'd genuinely welcome him."
"No one could be more so," I said. "Let us go at once and bring him in."
"Absolutely," I said. "Let's go now and get him."
So we went to the door and there he stood, looking very different from when I had last seen him in that awful city of the lower sphere--then so sad, weighed down, so oppressed--now so bright, his robes, like mine, of purest white, and though his face was still sad in expression yet there was peace, and there was hope in the eyes he raised to mine as I clasped his hand and embraced him as we of my Southern Land embrace those we love and honor. It was with much pleasure that we met--we who had both so sinned and so suffered--and we were henceforth to be as brothers.
We approached the door, and there he stood, looking remarkably different from when I had last seen him in that dreadful city of the lower realm. Back then, he had been so sorrowful, burdened, and oppressed. Now, he appeared radiant, dressed like me in pristine white robes. Though his expression still held a trace of sadness, there was peace and hope in his eyes as they met mine. I clasped his hand and embraced him warmly, as is the custom in my Southern Land when greeting those we love and respect. Our meeting was filled with joy - we who had both sinned greatly and suffered deeply - and from that moment on, we were to be as brothers.
Thus it was that my home became no more solitary, for, when one of us returns from our labors, the other is there to greet him, to share the joy and the care, and to talk over the success or the failure.
So my home was no longer lonely. When one of us came back from work, the other was there to welcome them, to share in both the good and bad, and to discuss the day's successes or setbacks.