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I AM HERE. Helen.
I am now going to write you about my home, as I promised, and you must not think
I am not in condition to write if I should not be able to describe it as you may
think I should. The only reason for my failure will be that I cannot find words
to express myself.
Well, my house is a beautiful white one of a substance that you might think of
as alabaster, and two stories in height, and rooms on each side of a wide and
beautiful hall. The rooms are very large and filled with the most beautiful
furniture that you can conceive of. The walls are all hung with satin coverings,
and between are lovely pictures. The parlor, as you would call it, is filled
with the most exquisite and comfortable couches and chairs, and with beautiful
tables and bric-a-brac, and also many pictures of landscapes and fruits and
flowers. I don't know who painted them, but they are there and give me much
delight, and satisfy my love for paintings and pictures to so great an extent.
There are also many little curios that would make the heart of an aesthetic
person rejoice and feel glad. My music room has instruments in it of various
kinds, and wonderful in sound and construction. I play some of them and also
sing in my weak way, as you say on earth; but I enjoy the music more than I can
tell you, and so do many spirits who call to see me.
I have other rooms, such as repose rooms, library, and a room for meditation and
prayer. My library is full of books dealing with subjects that are now so
congenial and necessary to me, for they tell me of God's Love and Care for His
children. There are also books that deal with the laws of the spirit world and
of the other parts of the universe. But I do not read these latter much. For my
whole study is so given to the laws pertaining to our own spirit world and its
relationship to your world, and to the Love of God and the love that should
exist among mortals and spirits, that I do not find time for these other
studies; in fact, I have not the inclination.
There are books that you might call fiction, but really are not, for they
describe the actual experiences of spirits in such a vivid and interesting way
that, if they were portrayed in your earthly books, you would think it fiction.
Not all the books in my library deal with the higher or more substantial things
of this spirit life, for we have our recreation for the mind in the way of
variety in reading that you do on earth, and we are the stronger and happier for
it. So, you see, if you were here, I know that the library would be your place
of rest from your work, although I know you like music very much.
We have a dining room also. But we do not need kitchens, as nothing is cooked,
and everything is eaten just as we get it from the trees and vines. We do not
eat meat or bread or potatoes or things of that kind. Our food is principally
fruits and nuts, and such fruits you never saw and never will until you come
with me. The fruits are mostly pears and grapes and oranges and pomegranates—of
course, not just the same as you know them on earth. I merely use these words of
description to give you some idea of what they are like. We have them in great
variety and always fresh and ripe. The nuts, too, are of many kinds and
qualities. None need nutcrackers for them to be broken in order to be eaten.
There are no cakes or candies or anything of that nature. We do not actually eat
these things with our teeth and palate, or use intestinal organs as you do, but
we “inhale,” as it were, the delicious flavors and aromas of the fruits. And
strange as it may seem to you, we are just as much satisfied as mortals in doing
so, and probably more so than you when you eat them with your physical organs. I
cannot explain to you more fully just how this thing is; but, as we say, we
“eat" the fruits and nuts.
We “drink” pure water, and nothing else. And spirits who say they have wines and
other beverages tell what I have never seen or heard of since I have been in the
spirit world. Of course, I do not know every single thing or what exists in all
parts of this great world of spirits. But this water is so pure and satisfying
that I cannot imagine any spirit would want anything else to drink. Yet, as I
say, I do not know as to this.
We do not actually drink the water, for we have not the internal organs that you
have in the physical body, but we seem to absorb it in our system in some way
that gives all the delight and satisfaction that you enjoy when you drink water.
We often have our “teas,” as your fashionable women on earth might say, and very
many of our spirit friends attend and help make the gatherings enjoyable and
happy ones. Of course, the male spirits attend, for I must tell you that, in
this life, there are no clubs or businesses that keep the sexes apart as in your
life. I mean that the two sexes are more together, and enjoy the society of each
other to a far greater degree than in your earth life. Of course, I do not mean
that these spirits have all found their soulmates, for that is not true; but
each enjoys the company of the others as friends and spirits having similar
desires and aspirations. My companions are very similar in their love for the
Father and in the development of their souls, and in their thoughts and desires
for spiritual things. We discuss many questions pertaining to the soul and its
progress, and to the Love of the Father and to the love of spirits and mortals.
While we are joyous and happy beyond compare, yet, we do not indulge in
frivolities or thoughts that have not a tendency to elevate us to higher things.
We have music and dancing, but our dancing is different from yours. We merely
exercise ourselves in graceful and artistic movements, without any contact of
spirit bodies or the embracing of each other. Of course, we hold hands as we
dance, but no familiarity, as you would say, is indulged in.
Well, I have a room for repose where, after working long, and, to some extent,
feeling tired, I rest on these couches that I tell you of. We do not sleep but,
sometimes, we go into a kind of dreamy state that gives us much refreshment and
vigor. I am now resting from some hard work that I have been doing in your earth
plane. I mean that when I am not writing to you, I am resting.
So, you see, we are not enjoying one continuous condition of feeling, as that
might become monotonous.
I am now trying to help some of the spirits who have recently come over from
your city, and who were acquaintances of yours on earth. I will tell you of them
when next I write to you. I am tired now and must stop.
So, with all my love, I am
Your own true and loving
HELEN.
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About James E. Padgett
 Born August 25, 1852, Mr. James Edward Padgett
practiced law in Washington, D.C. Subsequent to his wife's, Helen,
passing in February, 1914, James learned from a psychic that he had
the gift of automatic writing. Based on the promptings of the
psychic and with a desire to reach his dearly departed Helen, he
commenced take messages from the spirits in the spirit world. At
first, James denounced the messages as merely coming from his mind,
driven by a strong desire to reach his departed wife. Eventually,
however, James could not deny the fact that information he was
receiving could not have possibly come from his own mind - for the
content of the messages surpassed his own education and knowledge.
Before his passing in March, 1923, James had accumulated hundreds of
messages from spirits and celestials in the spirit world.
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