“’Tis told somewhere in Eastern story That those who loved once blossomed as flowers On the same stem, amid the glory Of Eden’s green and fragrant bowers; And that, though parted oft by fate Yet when the glow of life is ended, Each soul again shall find its mate, And in one bloom again be blended.” Addison MacRay was now a very rich man; he and Cathy are perfectly happy in their bungalow. They took charge of The Divinity Club and held three large circles every week. The members of The Divinity Club were all highly educated and refined. It had been a long, long time before she ever saw Cresto and Ruth. At the club that night Addison and Cathy were overjoyed and surprised at once more seeing Cresto and Ruth. The club soon learned to understand Cresto by thought transference. “O Ruth, dear, why have you stayed away so long? My Doll!!” “My darling, sweet Cathy, we came here often but could not make our presence known. You did not make the right conditions for us to show ourselves and talk. Your club is lovely and we are regular members. My dear child, if you keep the conditions like this we will come often and help you. Darling Cathy, after my glorious transmission, Cresto and I were married in a lovely temple on Mars. Cresto showed me the very temple once in a vision. He often took me to Mars on long pleasure trips before my transmission. In my visions I saw all things dimly, compared to all I see and know now. I see all the beautiful scenery more clearly now. Cathy, I wish you could see our lovely home in Mars, and all the lovely jewels Cresto and my friends gave me. I cannot begin to tell you how happy and busy I am. I often “The great, tall, massive, and handsome temple was decorated in long white rosebuds, and pink and white primroses, their fragrance filled the temple. The pure white altar was banked with fragrant lillies, mingled with cool, delicate ferns. Little above the altar hung a large white cross of perfect tuberoses, interwoven with tiny white and gold candles; each little candle was lighted with many-colored lights. Hundreds of our old friends from India and America were there, singing around Eno, who was playing the immense pipe organ; their dear voices sounded as sweetly as those of the cherubims. The great organ was partly played by electricity. After the music the ceremony was performed by a Catholic priest. “We sailed to our new home in white aluminum airships, decorated with white roses and golden butterflies, and long, narrow white ribbons hung down from the airships and floated gracefully in the bright sunlight. My beautiful little mother entertained us with music, dancing, and a perfect feast of fruit, nuts, cakes that looked like snowy ambrosia from heaven; sweet, sparkling nectar, made from the juice of red grapes filled the glasses. The long tables were richly decorated with rosebuds and light green ferns. Ruth wore her gold crown for the first time; she was dressed in her ascension robes and a long white, dainty bridal veil. The veil was pinned on her long, heavy curly hair with little diamond butterflies which Helios gave her. Ruth was a dream of beauty and looked about sixteen,—all are young after their transmission. Friends, our wedding ceremony was beautiful and very sacred. Our priest was a very high angel, he had once been a Pope of Rome, he was perfect. “We had our marriage certificate framed just like your own. That day was a perfect golden day of love and sunshine. That day our souls were overflowing with joy. Such happiness and love is never experienced on earth. That beautiful day the birds sang sweeter melodies than ever, the heavens were brighter, hearts were lighter. Souls were dearer than ever to us, the music more melodious. We could feel the presence of our dear Saviour and His Holy Angels sweetly smiling down upon us. All hearts are linked together over Saints pray for love, love, love, To give us sunshine from above; They hear our prayers with loving smiles, Tenderly helping in all our trials, Praying for us to love, love, love. The stars are shining love, love, love, Souls are pining for love, love, love; Mind is linked to mind as one for all time, Hearts beat in love-rhythm sublime Singing love, love, love. May we love, love, love, As they do in stars above; If we send an earnest prayer from the soul To own our own, to love and to hold, God will send us love, love, love. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE Punctuation has been normalized. Variations in hyphenation have been retained as they were in the original publication. The author's spelling has been maintained, except in the following cases:
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