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SCENES BEYOND THE GRAVE
Chapter 12
the Abode of the Lost
Suddenly a sable [Dark, gloomy, black]
veil of nether night appeared to ascend, pervading, and encompassing my being.
My inner doubt seemed wrought into a cloud that shut out the upper glory, and
the spirit of denial plunged me into the vortex of a deeper gloom. I fell as one
precipitated from some dizzy height. The embodiment of darkness opened to
receive me. The moving shadow of a more desolate abyss arose like clouds in
dense masses of tempestuous gloom; and as I descended, the ever-accumulating
weight of darkness pressed more fearfully upon me. At length a nether plain that
seemed boundless was imaged upon my sight, which, at a little distance, appeared
to be covered with the sparkling semblance of vegetation. Luminous appearances,
like waving trees, with resplendent foliage, and flowers and fruits of crystal
and of gold, were visible in every direction.
Spirits of the Lost
Multitudes of spirits appeared beneath the umbrage, and luminous mantles were
folded about rapidly moving form. Some wore crowns upon their heads; others
tiaras [a decorative jeweled or flowered
headband or semicircle for formal wear by women]; and
others decorations of which I knew not the name, but which appeared to be
wrought of clusters of jewels, wreaths of golden coin, and cloth of gold and
silver tissue. Others, wore towering helmets; and others circlets filled with
gistening and waving plumes. A pale phosphorescence was emitted by every object,
and all appeared a splendid masquerade. The apparel worn by these busy myriads
corresponded with the ornaments of the head; hence every variety of sumptuous
apparel was displayed upon their forms. Kings and queens appeared arrayed in the
gorgeous robes of coronation. Groups of nobility of both sexes, also decorated
with all the varieties of adornment displayed in the pageantry of kingly courts.
Dense multitudes were visible in costume ,proper to the highly cultivated
nations; and as they passed by, I discovered similar groups composed of less
civilized tribes, attired in barbaric ornaments of every form. While some
appeared clothed in the habiliments [clothes]
of the present day, others were in ancient attire; but every class of spirits
manifested, in the midst of variety of mode, a uniformity of external pride,
pomp, and rapidly moving and dazzling luster.
A Phantom Sphere of Evil
Sounds of mingled import—bursts of laughter—utterances of revelry, of gay
sport and witty ridicule, and polished sarcasm, and obscene allusions and
terrible curses broke upon my ear. These again were intermixed with impure
solicitations and backbitings, and hollow compliments, and feigned
congratulations, and all in one sparkling brilliancy, agitated the pained,
bewildered sense.
As I advanced, I walked as upon scorpions, and trod as amid living embers.
The trees that seemed to wave about me were fiery exhalations, and their
blossoms the sparklings and the burnings of unremitting flames. Each object I
approached by contact created agony.
Realm of Illusion
The phosphorescent glare that surrounded the various objects burned the eye
that looked upon them. The fruitage burned the hand that plucked and the lips
that received it. The gathered flowers had emitted a burning exhalation, whose
fetid and noisome odor, inhaled in the nostrils, caused excruciating pain. The
fiery atoms of the atmosphere burned as they were wafted by me. The air and the
blast that moved it, alike were burdened with the very elements of
disappointment and wretchedness.
Upon turning to see if I could discover a single drop’ of water to allay
the fierce and intolerable thirst; fountains appeared, and rivulets flowed amid
the herbage, and lay in calm and placid pools. Soon, however, I discovered that
these corresponded with the former illusions, and the drops of spray from the
sparkling fountains fell like drops of molten lead upon the shrinking form. The
flowing rivulets were like the molten river of metallic fire that streams from a
furnace seven times heated; and the deep still pools were as the white and
waveless silver in some glowing crucible, when every atom is burning with a
fierce, intolerable glow.
A Lost Spirit Speaks
When in solemn contemplation of these fearful scenes, a spirit approached me
whom I had known on earth. This being appeared externally far more brilliant
than when in the body. The form, the countenance, the eyes, the hands, appeared
endued with a metallic lustre that varied with every motion and every thought.
Accosting me the spirit said:
"Marietta, we are again met. You see me a disembodied spirit, in that
abode where those who inwardly deny the Savior find their habitation when their
mortal day has ended.
"Strange emotions agitate your bosom. Thus I felt, looked, wondered, and
moved in sad and bewildered anxiety in the hour when my being here discovered
the theatre of its present existence. But I experienced that which you have
never yet realized in the interior principles of mind. Strange and
incontrollable are the emotions causing me to relate that inward sorrow which
this brilliant exterior would, if it were possible, conceal.
The wicked Go to Their Own Place
"My life on earth was suddenly brought to a close; and as I departed
from the world, I moved rapidly in the direction prompted by my ruling desires.
I inwardly desired to be courted, honored, admired—to receive universal
adulation, and to be free to follow the perverted inclinations of my proud,
rebellious, and pleasure loving heart—a state of existence where all should be
pleasure without restraint—where each should be free to obey the promptings of
every passion, and where every indulgence should be permitted to the soul, where
prayers and religious instructions should find no place—where the Sabbath
should not be known—where no rebuke of sin should ever fall—where existence
should be spent in gay and festive sports, with no superior and restraining
power to molest or interfere.
"With these desires I entered the spirit world, and passed to the
condition adapted to my inward state. I rushed in haste to the enjoyment of the
glittering scenes which you now behold. I was welcomed as you have not been, for
at once I was recognized as a fit associate by those who here abide. They do not
welcome you, for they discern in you an interior desire, adverse to the ruling
passions which here prevail.
A Welcome in Hell
"I was welcomed with gay and sportive sounds. The beings whom you behold
in the distance rushed forward to embrace me. They shouted, ‘Welcome! Welcomel’
I was awed, bewildered, and yet mentally quickened and energized by the
atmosphere of this abode. I found myself endued with the power of strange and
restless motion.
"Every organ sent forth and every pore emitted a phosphorescent
illumination, which condensed about the head and formed the appearance of a
brilliant diadem and reflected on the countenance a wild, unearthly glow. The
exhalation as it extended became a flaming robe, enveloping my form and causing
it to conform in appearance to the invariable likeness of my spirit associates.
"I became conscious of a strange pervasion [protruding]
of the brain, and the cerebral organs became subject to a foreign power, which
seemed to operate by an absolute possession.
Hell’s Revelry Palls but Does Not Appease
"I abandoned myself to the attractive influences that were around me,
and sought to satisfy my craving desires for pleasure. I reveled, I banqueted, I
mingled in the wild and voluptuous dance, I plucked the shining fruit, I plunged
in the ardent streams, I surfeited my nature with that which externally appeared
delicious and inviting to the sight and to the sense. But when tasted, all was
loathing and a source of increasing pain. And so unnatural are the desires
perpetuated here that what I crave I loathe and that which delights tortures me.
My tortures create within me a strange intoxication. My appetite is palled, and
yet my hunger is unappeased and unappeasable.
"Every object which I perceive I crave, and I grasp it in the midst of
disappointment and gather it with increased agony. With- every new accession of
experience I am immersed in some unknown fantasy, delirium and intoxication. New
and strange phenomena are continually manifested and add delirium to delirium,
and fear to fear. I seem to myself to become part of that which is about me. The
voices which fall upon my ear, again burst from me in incontrollable utterances.
I laugh, philosophize, jeer, blaspheme and ridicule by turns, yet every epithet,
however impure, sparkles with wit, glows with metaphor, and moves adorned with
every rhetorical embellishment. The metallic ores, the waving trees, the shining
fruit, the moving phantasms, the deluding waters, seem to form a dazzling and
mocking spectacle, which is ever before my eyes, and every subject of
reflection, as its fellow in my heart, from which, in its mocking scenery, it
meets a response. I inwardly crave to satisfy my hunger and my thirst, and the
desire appears to create without and around me a tantalizing illusion of cool
waters I may never drink, and grateful fruits I may never taste, and refreshing
airs I never feel, and peaceful slumbers I may never enjoy. I know that the
forms around me are fantastic and delusive, yet every object appears to hold
controlling power, and to domineer with cruel enchantment over my bewildered
mind.
The Law of Evil Attraction
"I experience the power of the law of evil attraction. I am the slave of
discordant and deceptive elements and of their presiding vice. Every object by
turns attracts me. The thought of mental freedom dies within the dying will,
while the idea that I am a part and an element of the revolving fantasy takes
possession of my spirit.
"This realm, curtained with a cloud of nether night, is one sea of
perverted and diseased magnetic element. Here lust, pride, hate, avarice, love
of self, ambition, contention, and blasphemies, reveling in madness, kindle into
a burning flame. And that speciality of evil which does not belong to and unfold
from one spirit, belongs to and unfolds from another; so that the combined
strength of the aggregate of all, is the prevailing law. By this strength of
evil I am bound, and in it I exist.
"Here are those who oppressed the poor; who robbed the hireling of his
wages, and bound the weary down with heavy burdens; the false in religious
faith; the hypocrite; the adulterer; the assassin; and the suicide, who, not
satisfied with life in the external form, has hastened its close.
The Folly of the Suicide
"Did mortals but know the dark and dreadful night into which they are
sure to fall if they die unprepared, they would desire to lengthen the day of
probation rather than to hasten its termination, however multiplied their scenes
of sorrow, and to wisely improve the fleeting moments which quickly number earth’s
probationary scenes. Is man’s weary existence fraught with grief while he
walks the gloomy dells of death, and gropes along the brambly paths that mortals
tread? Here, on either hand, awake new and multiplied causes of accumulating
gloom. Does hope of peaceful and happy days in the outer world flicker like the
dying taper [feeble light]?
In this abode are ceaseless, unsatisfied, and unholy inclinations.
"Here also sense is infinitely more acute. What with mortals would
produce only a pang, enters into the very elements of our existence, and the
pain becomes a part of us. And as immortality is the intellectual sensation of
man unencumbered with physical sense, and vastly superior in its ability to
endure to mortality, in like proportion is the consciousness and capability of
suffering here, superior to human suffering.
The Result of the Violated Law
"Marietta, I feel ‘tis vain to attempt the expression of our
deplorable state. I often inquire, is there no hope? And my sense replies, How
can harmony exist in the very midst of discord? We were advised of the
consequences of our course while in the body; but we loved our ways better than
those which exalted the soul. We have fallen into this fearful abode. We have
originated our sorrow. God is just. He is good. We know that ‘tis not from a
vindictive law of our Creator that we suffer. Marietta, it is our condition from
which we receive the misery we endure. The violation of the moral law, by which
our moral natures should have been preserved in harmony and health, is the prime
cause of our state. O sin! thou parent of countless woes! thou insidious enemy
of peace and heaven! why do mortals love thy ways?"
Here she paused and fixed her eyes, wild with despair, upon me. I shrank from
the dreadful glare, for the appearance manifested inexpressible torture.
While she was addressing me, a multitude of the forlorn beings were moving
around her, striving to suppress their true feelings, while listening to her
relation of the reality of their sufferings. Their appearance, her address and
the scene which was before me, filled me with horror; and I sought to escape.
Upon discovering this, her grief appeared to deepen, and she hastily said:
"No, Marietta, leave me not, can you not endure for a short period the
sight and relation of what I am continually suffering? Tarry with me, for I
desire to speak many things.
Land of Hopelessness
"Do you startle at these scenes? Know then that all that moves around
you is but the outer degree of deeper woe. Marietta, no good and happy beings
abide with us. All within is dark. We sometimes dare to hope for redemption,
still remembering the story of Redeeming Love, and inquire, Can that love
penetrate this abode of gloom and death? May we ever hope to be made free from
those desires and inclinations which bind us like chains, and passions which
burn like consuming fires in the unhallowed elements of this world of
wretchedness?"
Overcome by her deep feelings, she yielded to the manifestation of grief, and
I heard her speak no more; whereupon another spirit drew near, and addressing
me, said:
Memory, of Lost Opportunity
"Go, leave us to our lot. Your presence gives us pain, since it revives
the more active memory of lost opportunities; the indulgence of propensities
that folded around the soul the elements of evil magnetism, and pervaded the
spirit with its deadly miasma [an
influence that corrupts]."
Here the spirit paused a moment, then continued, "No, tarry; prompted by
a cause I know not, I am desirous to reveal what we have learned while here,
relative to the power and influence of evil and its magnetism upon the spirit of
man, which, though while man inhabits the tenement of clay is exceedingly subtle,
when the spirit leaves the outer world and enters the interior world, forms the
external sphere of his existence. Here it is the more external. In the world
whence we came, it is the invisible and interior; but now it is our outward
dwelling. It arises from the deep. It unfolds from the soul. It encompasses all,
pervades all, controls and inspires all. Mortals are opposed to this truth, and
from the love and goodness of God, they reason that there can not be suffering
in the spirit of man. This reasoning charges evil upon God, since evil and
suffering exist with the family of man in the outer world and with us prevail.
The cause of this is obvious, and yet men seek to reject the principle.
The Harvest of Sin
"When the harmony and movement of law is disturbed or prevented, evil
consequences ensue. Man, by counteracting the movement of law in himself,
produces a contrary effect from what is indicated, and therefore, that which was
ordained unto life—that which should have perfected him—by improper
tendencies, is operative unto death; sin therefore, or the violation of law,
unfits the being for proper development, and hence, the violator being removed
from harmony, dies unto (ceases to exist in) the law of peace and holy
development.
"This great and irrevocable truth is manifest in every degree of
physical and moral movement, where law meets with obstruction; and we have its
fruits with us in abundant and fearful harvest.
Remorse Too Late
"Why will not mortals reason and discover the results of action, and by
preventing the growth of evil and by cleaving unto God, through heaven appointed
means, escape these fearful consequences? Marietta, you are not one of us, else
these elements would have envelopd your being and absorbed your life. But you
will return to realms of peace. Madness and delirium arise and rage within us
upon being cited to scenes where love, pure love, and peace abide. You are thus
addressed because of your return to earth. Tell the inhabitants thereof what you
have seen, and warn them of the danger awaiting those who persist in the
gratification of impure desires."
Recognition in Hell
One hideous expression closed the scene; and being overcome—for I knew what
I had witnessed was real—I was immediately removed. Those spirits I had known
on Earth, and when I saw them there I knew them still. Oh, how changed! They
were the very embodiment of sorrow and remorse. How ardently I desired that they
might escape and become pure, and receive an inheritance with those blessed
spirits I visited in Paradise of Peace.
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