A LITTLE HOME IN HEAVEN
I HAVE met a very interesting man since last I wrote to you. He is a lover
who for ten years waited here for his love to come to him.
They said on earth that he was dead, and they urged her to
love another; but she could not forget him, for every night he met her soul in
dreams, every night she came out to him here, and sometimes she could recall on
waking all that he had said to her in sleep. She had told him that she would not
delay long in the sunshine world, but would come out to him in the self-lighted
Only a little while ago she came. He had been long getting
ready for her coming, and had built in the substance of this world the little
home he had planned to build for her in the outer world.
He told me how one night when she came to him in dream, she
said that she would rejoin him on the morrow, never to leave him again. He was
startled, and would almost have stayed her; because he had died a sudden and
painful death, and he dreaded pain for her. Always he had watched over her,
warning her of danger; but this time he felt, after the first shock of the
message was over, that she was really coming. And he was very happy.
He had found no other love out here; for when one leaves
the earth full of a great affection, and when the earthly loved one does not
forget, the tie can hold for many years unweakened. You on the earth have
forgotten so much of what you learned here that you do not realise how your
thought of us can make us happy, do not realise how your forgetfulness of us can
throw us back entirely upon ourselves.
Often those who go farthest here, who really grow in
spirituality, are those whose loves have forgotten them on earth; but it is sad
to be forgotten, nevertheless.
It is a bitter power you make possible to us when you thus
throw us back upon ourselves; and not all souls are strong enough or aspiring
enough to make use of the lonely impetus that might help them to scale the
ladder of spiritual knowledge.
But to return to my lovers. All that day he remained near
her. He would not rest; for, as I have told you, we generally rest a little when
the sun shines on the earth. All that day he remained near her. He could not see
her body, for the rays of sunlight were too strong for him. But, after hours of
waiting, suddenly he felt a hand in his, and though she was invisible to him yet
he knew that she was here. And he spoke to her, using such words as he
would have used on earth. She did not seem to understand. He spoke again, and
still she did not answer; but he knew from the pressure of her hand that she
realised his presence. So hand in hand they stood there in the darkness of the
sunlight, the man able to speak because of his long experience in this world of
subtle sounds, the woman speechless and bewildered, but still clinging to his
When the sunshine went away he was able to see her face, and
her eyes were wide and frightened; but still she seemed held to the room in
which lay the body which had been she. It was summer, and the windows were open.
He sought to draw her away into the perfumed night which to them was day; but
she held his hand and would not let him go.
At last he drew her away a short distance and spoke to her
again. Now she heard and answered him.
"Beloved," she said, "which is I? For I see myself—I feel
myself—back there also. I seem to be in two places. Which I is really I?"
He comforted her with loving words. He was still afraid to
caress her, for the touch of souls is very keen, and he feared lest she should
go back into the form which seemed to be so near them, and thus be lost to him
again. But though she had often come to him in dreams, it had not been so
vividly as this time, and he felt that she had really passed through the great
She still clung to his hand, yet seemed afraid to go out with
him—out and away from it. He stayed there with her all that night and all
the next day, when the darkening sun came again, and again he could not see her.
Once the well-meaning friends of his beloved disturbed her
body, doing those sacred offices which seem so necessary to the living, but
which may sorely disturb the dead.
He stayed with her the second night and all the second day.
He could hear the sobs of her grieving parents, though they could not see either
him or their daughter; but on the second night the little dog of his love came
into the room where it lay, the room in which their two souls still
stood, and the little dog saw them and whined piteously. The man could hear it,
and she also could hear it.
And now she could hear him more plainly when he spoke to
"Where will they take it?" she asked him.
He recalled the time when he had been held spellbound near
his own lifeless form, over which his loved one had shed bitter tears. And he
asked her if it would not be better to come away altogether; but she could not,
or thought she could not.
On the third day he knew from the agitation of his love that
they were placing her body in the coffin. After a while he felt, though he could
not see, that many other persons were in the room, and he heard mournful music.
Music can reach from one world to another, can be heard far more plainly than
human voices, which generally cannot be heard at all except by the trained
By and by his love was sorely agitated, and he also, through
sympathy with her; and they felt themselves going slowly—oh, so slowly!—along.
And he said to her:
"Do not be grieved. They are taking it to the burial;
but you are safe with me." He knew that she was much troubled.
It is not for nothing that over the house of death there
always hangs a strange hush, not to be explained by the mere losing of the loved
one. Those who remain behind feel, though they cannot see, the soul of the one
who has gone out. Their souls are full of sympathy for him in his bewilderment.
The change need not be painful if one would only remember
that it has been passed through before; but one so easily forgets. We sometimes
call the earth the Valley of Forgetfulness.
During the days and weeks that followed this lover remained
with his loved one, ever trying to draw her away from the earth and from it,
which had for her, as for so many, a fearsome fascination.
It is said that the souls of those who have lived long on
earth more easily detach themselves; but this woman was still young, only about
thirty, and even with the help of her lover it was a little time before she
could get free.
But one day (or night, as you would say) he showed her the
home which he had built for her, and it was literally a mansion in the sky. She
entered with him, and it became their home.
Sometimes he leaves her for a little while, or she leaves
him; for the joy of being together is heightened here, as on the earth, by an
occasional separation; but not until she was content and accustomed to the new
life did he leave her at all.
During the first days the habit of earthly hunger often
held her, and he tried to appease it by giving her the softer substance which we
know here. Gradually she became weaned altogether from the earth and the habits
of the earth, only going back occasionally in a dream to her father and mother.
Do not disregard your dreams about the dead. They always mean
something. They do not always mean what the dream would seem to signify; for the
door between the two worlds is very narrow, and thoughts are often shaken out of
place in passing through. But dreams about the dead mean something. We can reach
you in that way.
I came to you in a dream the other night, standing behind and
outside the gate of a walled garden in which you were enclosed. I smiled and
beckoned you to come out to me; but I did not wish you to come out to stay. I
only meant that you should come out in spirit; for if you come out occasionally
it is easier for me to go into your world.