I AM HERE. Helen.

Well, my dear, you have had a variety of writings tonight, and I have been greatly impressed with the last message that you received; for the writer was a very intelligent spirit and seemed to be without hope in his soul. He was a very dark spirit and did not seem to have any love in his soul, and was the picture of despair and grief. He firmly believed that his position in hell was fixed for all eternity, and, hence, the hopeless despair in which he was.

I am so glad that he came to you and described these hells, for he was capable. No one can describe them as well as he who has lived in them for many years and suffered and experienced all their torments.

He seems to be very grateful, and I think that hope has come to him. He has gone with Mr. Riddle who is much interested in him. We will all try to help him to progress. So, you must pray for him now—we all will.

It is late, and I will not write more.

Your own true and loving,

HELEN.