My life in two worlds

Introduction

I, the author, claim that this york was written under inspiration, impressed by Lord Byron, the poet.

Inspirational is very different from automatic writing. Those who write under inspiration are fully conscious that they are impressed by an influence, independent of themselves, which uses their brains and minds, as instruments to connect them with the material world.

Those who write automatically, like autoonatums, are conscious of nothing. Their brains and minds are almost completely magnetized into insensibility, which makes it very difficult to give reliable information or truth, as a torpid, magnetized brain is not as good an instrument as a conscious one, or, very rarely done, the hand is automatically controlled, entirely independent of the brain and mind.

All works of a religious or a spiritual nature are inspired.

In harmony with the sub-conscious or subjective mind, they are impressed, by those who inspire, to give truth which can only be received according to the development or the receptivity of the material brain and mind and expressed according to the development of the brain, mind and senses. Hence all inspirational works partake of the channels through which they flow.

If the brain and mind of a person believes firmly in any especial religion or philosophy, it is difficult for them to receive that which is contrary to their belief, hence, a theosophist, under inspiration, adheres to theosophy, a modern spiritualist to modern spiritualism, a Catholic to Catholicism ,etc. Those who impress ever impress the truth. The difference in the various expressions is not due to those impressing, nor to the spirit or mortal impressed, but due to his instruments, his mortal brain and senses, the sole instruments connecting him with both the spirit and material world.

All give, according to their mental ability, hence, the various, conflicting statements in inspirational works.

Inspiration is recognized by many leading material scientists, Sir Wm. Crookes, Sir Oliver Lodge, etc.

Prof. Edgar Lucien Larkin states regarding it,

"The literature of this complex subject, now extensive, is increasing. The fact is, the universe, beyond all doubt includes hundreds of facts and laws of whose very existence we are at present entirely ignorant. And so great that this interior universe may be called a universe all by itself, separate from the material universe.

"Science has now reached a point where a beginner, a designer, a planner is absolutely required, in a sense, a creator."

"Substance is a remarkable word. It means stand under, then substance is not matter. It precedes it."

I quote from Edwin Markham,

"As I take it man has a spiritual body within his material bod)'', and the spiritual body is the source of our thinking and feeling. This concept of a spirit body is the only thing that makes immortality thinkable."

I could quote from many other thinkers and great scientists who know telepathy to be a fact, but space forbids. As telepathy is proven to be a fact, it is true that individual minds after death to their material bodies, as it is a power of mind, use it as when attached to mortal bodies. Hence this work was, unquestionably inspired by the poet, Lord Byron.

As "A Dweller in Two Planets," "Intra Muras" and various other inspirational works have been accepted as such, there is no reason why this should not be the same as the author vouches for it, and, as she has also written fiction knows the great difference between it and truth, hence solemnly avers that this work is just what it claims to be, the work of Lord Byron, the poet.

He who is mentioned in the revised version of the bible — 1881 — I quote from "Testimony for the Bible,"

"Lord Byron in a letter to Mrs. Shepard said, 'Indisputably the firm believers in the gospels have a great advantage over all others. If it is true they will have their reward hereafter, and if there be no hereafter, they can be but with the infidel in his eternal sleep, having had the assistance of an exalted hope through life, without subsequent disappointment at the worst for them 'out of nothing nothing can come, not ever sorrow'."

The following lines are also said to have been found in his bible:

"Within this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries.

Oh! happiest they of human race, To whom our God has given grace, To hear, to read, to fear, to pray, To lift the latch and force the way; But better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or who read to scorn."

Sir Walter Scott claimed Byron was of "boundless genius," great of heart and soul, "nobly purposed, etc."

He was loved and esteemed by many, by those who knew the real man, not the despicable character portrayed by enemies, detractors and critics, or those who unfamiliar with the truth, through self interest, blackened not only his fair fame but that of his sister, who was highly respected by all, even by Lady Byron, to the day of her death.

Truth is mighty but it can not always be expressed in this world. Many as blameless as Lord Byron have never been justified.

Although this work portrays the real man it is not only for the purpose of justifying him, but to give truths to the world not yet given.

It is difficult with finite mind, to grasp the mortal within the spirit body. Those who can not must imagine as best they can, that the real and true spirit, in the real and true body, is ever with the mortal or material body, unless detached by sleep, trance or death.

"That in Heaven their angels (the real ones,) do ever behold the face of my Father which is in Heaven."

The Lord and His Apostles taught of three bodies in one. The celestial or spiritual, the real and true, the psychical a living frame or vital body to vitalize the physical or natural body. This is grasped by many Christians, even though they have been taught that the soul becomes transformed into a spirit body, upon death to the mortal body.

Also grasped by the Buddhist and theosophest who believe in four bodies in one.

No religion nor philosophy up to that given through this author, teaches of the spirit or soul in the spirit body, the same personality as brought forth on earth brought forth conjointly living in the real life while attached or impressing the material or natural body.

All excepting ambiguous statements made by several mental branches and psychics, teach of a spirit life that follows the mortal, not a life conjoined to it, a dual life, not the identical spirit animating the material, actually living in his real and true body, while conscious on the mortal plane, and solely conscious in the spirit when his mortal instruments are magnetized into insensibility, anto that cognized as sleep or trance, and he detached or apart from the mortal life and body.

Prof. Larkin truely observes, ("This universe may be called a universe all by itself, separate from the material universe"

Those who think, like him, cognize also a body separate from the material body.

If "substance is not matter but precedes it," thinkers also grasp there may be oceans of substance out of which all worlds and bodies are formed, the spiritual substance formed with interstices to permit the material to interpenetrate it.

Our material organs, not our spiritual senses, are limited. "The material senses shut out truth and healing." But the material senses are the real spirit ones imperfectly adjusted to suit that which is necessary for each spirit, his senses very imperfectly expressed through his poor material brain and sense organs. The sense organs are adapted to this plane of consciousness.

If science has reached a point where "a beginner, a designer, a planner" is absolutely necessary, in a sense, a creator, does it not seem possible that a creator may be a Supreme Being. The Father, as taught by the Lord, and the elder religions, the Father of Humanity." The Supreme God of the Brahmins, "The Divine Idea" of Christian Science, He, whom all Christians worship as our Father, God Omnipotent.

Creator, a beginner, a designer in the sense that all spiritual and material worlds are formed out of the already existing substance, vitalized by his life principle. And, although his principles vitalize all substance, He, as creator, distinct from the things created, that which emanates from, an effluence from Him, while vitalizing all, still not the source.

Hence as Lord Byron, Emmanuel Swedenberg and others claim to have seen the Father as Divine Person, and as all religions teach of a supreme God, those who solely cognize "nature," "the elder brother,'' "the sole begotten son," should not ridicule that which they are not prepared to grasp.

Emmanuel Swedenborg, quoted, revered by many leading Divines, claims in his work "Heaven and Hell," that solely "the highest and purest see Him in Divine Person." , Lord Byron says all are pure and good, all children of God, that all see Him in the real life. As belief in evil is being wiped out of consciousness and it is recognized as it really is, due to undeveloped conditions, on earth, it can not be difficult to understand now that in the spirit life, all are pure and holy and not as, when Swedenborg gave his work but the elect, a limited number.

All who profess to be Christians, etc., can not doubt that which their religions teach that many of their inspired or prophets have seen and conversed with Him, even today some on the fields of battle claim to have seen "The

White Comrade," The Lord As humanity is more developed, has more developed brains and minds, why should they not see Him now as then?

Even though some can grasp naught higher than "the Elder Brother," or "the Sole begotten Son," they know that "the Spirit who animated the Lord must have been on a higher plane to themselves, and though they can not grasp him as God Omnipotent, at least ought not to pervert the teaching of Him who distinctly stated, "I and the Father are one, not you and the Father, but / and the Father. Before Abraham I was, not before Ahohenu you were."

I close with quoting from "The Prayer of Nature," by Lord Byron, the following verses and ask the unprejudiced, enlightened reader to judge, if even at that day, he had not a clearer conception of true religion than those who maligned him?

If He had been deemed the disreputable character portrayed by enemies, he would not have been mentioned in the bible nor esteemed by those of his contemporaries who were worthy of esteem and on the same plane as himself:

"Father of Light, Great God of Heaven, Hearest thou the accents of despair Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven

Can vice atone for crime by prayer?

Shall man condemn his race to hell

Unless they bend in pompous form,

Tell us that all, for one who fell must perish

in the mingling storm?

Shall such pretend to reach the skies Yet doom his brother to expire Whose soul a different hope supplies Or doctrines less severe inspire? Shall these by creeds they can't expound. Prepare a fancied bliss or woe? Shall reptiles, growling on the ground, Their great Creator's purpose know! Shall those who live for self alone Whose years float on in daily crime Shall they by Faith for guilt atone? And live beyond the bounds of Time. Thou, who in wisdom placed me here Who, when Thou wilt, can take me hence, Ah; whilst I tread this earthly sphere Extend to me thy wise defence. To thee, my God, to Thee I call, Whatever weal or woe betide, By Thy command I rise or fall. In thy protection I confide To thee I breathe my humble strain, Grateful for all Thy mercies past, And hope my God, to thee again This erring life may fly at last."

This is perfect faith, implicit reliance upon God, grateful for all mercies — content what e'er befall, whether weal or woe betide, adversity or prosperity, — to leave all to the Father.

No prayers, nor petitions for favors, no desire to be blessed with rewards to be cursed with punishment, no attributing to humanity or mortal mind — greater power than God. No fear of The Devil, no fear of any but God. No faith, nor belief in aught but Him who "placed me here" who, "when Thou wilt, can take me hence." Is it strange that such a man, who had a contempt for creeds not based upon truth, love, should e'en in the real life — strive to dispel the illusions of mortal mind, and give his time and service to help, in all ways possible his brethren and sisters on the dark earth plane?

TO THYRZA.

Tho' roamed I the world over,

Far, far from the haunts of men,

Tho* ever and ever a rover,

And exile, and cared not when,

My life would end for ever,

If, perchance, I could fly to thee,

But, alas, never, no, never

Was I e'en granted glimpse of thee.

Only in great exaltation,

Oft allowed poets like me,

Was I blessed with inspiration

To behold or speak with thee.

Tho' oft with contrite, humbled heart,

I essayed to rend the vail,

A glimpse to him beyond the pale,

Still within the depths of my soul, Submerged 'neath waves of despair, Not mine I'd feel, to reach the goal, Alas, here or anywhere Of communion, my love, with thee, Not mine to feel soul, and mind In unison with thine and free, Not mine to feel the more refined Love of thy spirit for me.

But now, with bliss of love divine,

Absolved from vain regret,

Never to be thine or mine,

For the love we ne'er can forget,

We come like seraphs on the wing,

Heart to heart and soul to soul,

Sweetest assurances to bring,

To those who've not reached the goal,

Who still uncleansed, unpurged by fire.

Slaves to insatiate desire,

Have yet each and every-one,

To learn as we, "Thy will be done."

MY LIFE IN TWO WORLDS

MARIE E. HENSLEY

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Chapter I

HEN I first began to think, in my real home in the spirit world, where all spirits live while they animate mortal bodies, I was amazed at the extremely realistic dreams, as I deemed them, of a place where I lived on the earth called London. I distinctly remembered and freely discussed them with my mother, who also dreamed like me, and with Elaine and Clara, whom I learned later, were rny instructors, and governesses, called on the earth, guardian Angels.

Elaine and Clara had lived on the earth long before I had, but had stopped dreaming, and were to take care of and educate me, until I would stop dreaming as I supposed.

I could not tell which I loved best, my mother was very sweet and beautiful, so were

Elaine and Clara, who were with me more frequently. Sometimes I was taken to my mother who seemed to be asleep, but who, in reality, was conscious on the mortal plane.

I often remained with her until she awakened, when I would see Elsie, one of my mother's guardian Angels, help her to rise. My mother would clasp me in her arms and exclaim loving-

iy,

"Oh, here is my own real little boy," But, oh, my poor little lame boy on the earth." I would invariably reply, so lately from the earth myself, "Here is your little lame boy, Mama, I am that little boy, to-day you sent me from you and," she would interrupt me with caresses and sigh, "How I wish I could be my real self on the earth, how sad it is." Radiant and beautiful spirit that she was, her lovely eyes would fill thinking of the little earth boy upon whom she vented occasionally, not always, poor earth mother, the grief of a stricken, proud nature, no not always, poor dear mother, only when tortured beyond endurance, would you lose control.

Such scenes as these were my first recollections upon the spirit plane. My first of earth life were of a dreary, gloomy house in London, in a more dreary, gloomy room, where the sun scarcely ever penetrated, and where I played, often hours, alone with some cheap, home-improvised toy or tool. I remember one day my father entered, redolent of liquor, my mother, shivering near an almost extinct fire in a small coal grate, pointed to me and reproachfully said,

"Well, what are you going to do, you have about ruined me?"

He replied sneeringly,

"Look out for him yourself, I am going to clear out." I will not describe the scene that ensued, babe though I was ,it made such an impression, I could not forget it for days.

Ere I proceed, I shall try to make as clear as I can our seemingly dual lives, while we dwell on the earth, or rather animate our mortal forms. Every earth, material world, such as ours, is within, seemingly to spiritual consciousness, a spiritual world. Every mortal babe, brought forth upon earth plane within a spirit babe, brought forth similarly upon the spirit plane. The spirit world and child, the real and true, destined to exist forever, immune to change and destruction, the material world or earth, destined to exist until it has brought forth all the children required by God, our loving Father, when it is resolved into the primal elements of which it is composed.

The material body, instrument for the spirit child, is ordained in conjunction with the spiritual, to give it personality, as well as a certain amount of training and discipline, varying in all After it outlives its usefulness it is cast aside by the spirit and consigned to dust and oblivion. Therefore, I, as every other spirit on mortal plane, lived two lives, a dual life, until my detachment from the material body, by that which is called on earth, death, but is, in reality, awakening for good, in the real life. As Lord Tennyson says,

"There was and e'er shall be on mortal plane

of earth, The wonder, the mystery attending ev'ry birth, There was, and e'er shall be with failing of the

breath, The sweetest peace and glory attending ev'ry

death, From mortal plane so low to spirit one so near, From earth's mis'ry and woe, to those we love

most dear, Is but ceasing to dream, awaking to the true, That the beings we seem are neither I nor you."

As I grew on spiritual plane when detached at night from my mortal body, which was always in the charge of an advanced Angel, I soon learned that I was a child of Omnipotent God, who was not only God of our spiritual world and its earth, but of all spiritual and material worlds in existence, all of which He had created, and of the great Celestial Kingdom which like Him, had ever existed without beginning or end.

I also learned that there was a great difference between the two planes of consciousness, the spiritual, the real, in the sense it lasts forever, and the material, owing to its fixed duration, in a degree, unreal and transitory, though as real where all the things which constitute consciousness, the true sense of being are concerned. I also learned that while J could recall, on spirit plane, all my life on the material, the earth, when free at night, I could recall nothing of the spirit life on earth save occasional glimpses, as I developed and became more in harmony with the higher attributes of the soul, and detached myself from the grosser elements of materialism. Although God was my real Father, taught to worship Him by Clara and Elaine as well as conscious, as an individual soul-child, of receiving a continual influx of the soul gifts from vibrations connecting me with Him, I also loved very dearly my spirit father, with whom I was thrown in contact during my mother's connection with him on earth.

I remember one night, while we were all seated at a table with relatives and friends, I heard him say, looking sadly at my mother,

"Well, I presume this will be our last meeting on both planes for some time." My mind at once reverted to a scene I had witnessed on earth that day, and knew what it meant, and was not surprised, so different from what she seemed on earth when she replied as sadly, "Yes, we must be disciplined, we know why we suffer there."

Turning from their sad faces, I, one by one, carefully, slowly surveyed all at the table. I noted the radiant, glowing faces, the sweetness of expression, the tranquillity, the utter freedom from care and worry of all those who had passed the portals of death, who, safe in port at last, could never again know, even in dream life, either pain or suffering, and, child though I was, I sighed and wished my earth life, and my dear father's and mother's were ended, and 1 said so all could hear, although I scarcely raised my voice:

"Mamma, I do not like to go where you do not like me, and where you and papa cannot be."

Ere my mother could reply, Elaine, next to me, said lovingly:

"Georgie dear, you know you only dream these things."

I answered quiveringly, "I know, but they are real and true while I am there."

My mother, in the flowing garb worn by all spirits attached to the mortal, hastened to me, clasped me in her arms, and said, with love ineffable expressed in touch and tone (ah, would the little lame boy on earth could have remembered, how the gloom of that sensitive nature would have been dispelled) :

"My boy, my little real boy, you know your real mother loves you and that she is not herself on earth, or she would tell you even there, how dearly she loves you."

When it was time to go back to dream on earth, Elaine sang me to sleep. Before drifting off I prayed, "Dear Father, let me remember a little on earth." But, although I did not remember when I was taken from London to Aberdeen to a lonely life with my mother, I tried to be reconciled to her varying moods, her erratic display of emotion, and. although several times when, utterly beside herself with earthly trials, she alluded to my slight deformity, I was bitterly wounded and magnified my affliction until it became my greatest torm ;ur, still I ever within my soul, indubitably correctly impressed, felt but her real true love and devotion, no matter how poorly expressed.

In later years the wanton attacks upon that mother, the exaggerated accounts of her treatment of me, was one of my greatest grievances against the cold and callous criticism of a superficial and decadent class. I will not again allude to my life on the mortal plane, save to refer to it here and there, until I severed the link binding me to the material for good, neither shall I dwell upon my youthful days at Aberdeen, Dr. Glennies' school, where I was tormented beyond endurance by a stupid policy, nor my life at Harrow, rendered so dear to me by the complete understanding and love of some of my dearest friends, friendships made there which were to last throughout eternity.

It is not my purpose to affirm nor deny any of the numerous love-affairs, and numberless escapades attributed to me, nor to enter into my very short connection with the House of Lords, and the demoralizing influence and effect of my social life.

I wish to state that almost all that has been published about my private life possesses barely a grain of truth, I impress this frcm my Home in the spirit principally to clear the name of one especially dear to me, as well as to give truths not yet given upon mortal plane. This will compel me to enter the closed sanctuary, to even my most intimate relatives and friends, of my married life, fraught with such direful misery to all connected with many families, particularly to my beloved sister Augusta.

Although I am in a spiritual atmosphere of love and harmony, although I understand perfectly why our mortal lives are filled with discordant elements, still, so indelibly are earth experiences recorded, e'en would I, I cannot forget, especially that most wanton, of all unfounded charges, that which sullied the fair fame of one of earth's saints and be draggled in the mire the reputations of many connected with the unfortunate Byron.

How often had I, on earth, wept tears of blood, how often had I sent crazed petitions and anathemas to God only to have all recoil upon me with redoubled affliction. I supposed when I, not only had been made the laughing-stock of London after my meteoric career, but had lost friend upon friend, and my mother whom I mourned greatly, besides that other, the star of my life for so short an earth period, that I had quaffed life's bitterest potions, that I had in a measure conquered and rehabilitated myself in the eyes of the carping critics and fair weather friends before I married Miss Milbanke, but I little imagined the most harrowing of all was vet to come.

Chapter II

In a world transcendently fair, naught upon earth with it to compare, in the spirit world, the real, true world, in all ways superior, greater, grander than the earth, two young people stood before a vine-covered, flower-begarlanded snowy white villa.

It stood on a slight eminence commanding a view of the sea in front. Neither a spirit on spirit nor spirit on mortal plane, can adequately portray the glory of that sea.

It was night in that part of the spirit world, the spirit country of merry England. Night there is even more beautiful than the most perfect day on earth. It is ever lighter than the softest twilight, and, often as the first glimmer of dawn. All the spirit worlds, apparently much larger and nearer than on the earth, appear like immense, scintillating globes dotting the Heavens everywhere. ' These alone, irrespective of the perfect radium and electrical systems, give all the light that is necessary.

The two young people stood, in front of the house, glancing at the sea. Two other young people sat upon the porch ostensibly unconscious of the others. I, George Gordon Byron was standing with my love, Thyrza. The others were Clara, one of my dear Guardian Angels, and Marie, one of Thyrza's.

We had been detached during sleep, had devoted some time to receiving instruction, seeing relatives and friends, and had sought, ere returning to mortal life, a few moments to enjoy that solitary intercourse which is dear to spirits on both planes.

Enraptured, both so lately from the sombre dull skies and tints of the earth, we gazed, almost speechless, at the indescribable beauty of sea and sky. The sky was of the same pale blue and gold as the sea, with flashes of constantly changing colors, through which the great stars behind produced the luminous glow, the despair of artists. The sea, ah, the wonder, the glory, the radiance, the varying tint and hue in the tiny wavelet, the rippling billow and the great breakers. Then the rhythm, the music of the water, and above all, the celestial beauty of the beings floating above and in crafts of all kinds in the sky and on the water. Small, one person air-ships to immense ones carrying thousands, tiny canoes to monsters of the deep on sea.

Every craft known on earth and many more, but, unlike earth, constructed of substances of imperishable beauty, wondrous symmetry of line and marvelous speed, for everything manufactured upon the spirit plane, yes, manufactured scientificaly, not with the wand of fairy or the incantations of witch or wizard, is perfect of its kind.

As spirit substance is the sole indestructible substance, it can be understood that the spirit world and spirit bodies are more real, and substantial than the material. ALL people, for spirits are people, as human in appearance as mortals only more perfect in all ways, are of as solid and much more wholesome flesh than mortals. All made in the image of their Father are necessarily perfect and beautiful, all with varying types of beauty and physique, but all with perfect forms, features, complexion, hair, eyes, brows and lashes.

As all God's children are really spirits born in the spirit world and simply animate or impress the mortal bodies which are destined to return to dust, the real life is the life of the spirit, but as all spirits, up to the time of their death on mortal plane, spend three-fourths of their time on that plane, it naturally is as real to them, while living it, as the real life. Therefore Thyrza and I, more at home on the earth, less familiar with the glories of the spirit, restricted as all attached spirits are, were more than enthralled with the wonders visible on all sides, and, though we loved deeply with the true, conjugal love given but to soul-mates, we could not refrain from gazing, not only upon ourselves, far superior in beauty and charm to our mortal selves, but upon the ever changing panorama of harmonious beauty surrounding us. But, feeling the time was drawing nigh when we would be compelled to return to the mortal plane, I fastened my eyes upon my love, Thyrza, most beautiful of all maidens on earth in faulty mortal form, ah, how infinitely more so in her real spiritual one.

No one can do justice to the beauty of any spirit, all are exceedingly beautiful, but, as on the earth there are different types of botbf beauty and ugliness, so in the spirit world there are varying types and degrees of beauty alone. The difference is not in feature and form so much as in expression. A subtle charm, a magnetism, a glory, a radiance indefinable, yet as distinct as features and form. Those who are more in harmony with the soul vibrations from God, manifest a greater sweetness, a more hallowed expression, a purer radiance.