| Each human being is an individual, separate and apart from all
                       others, and as experiences in the life of each differ from those of all others in the
                       interval from the cradle to the grave, so we may also reasonably infer that the experiences
                       of each spirit vary from those of every other spirit when it passes through the gates of
                       birth and death. We print what purports to be a spirit messagecommunicated by the late Professor James of
                       Harvard at the Boston spirit temple, and in which he describes sensations which he
                       felt[pg 149]when passing through the gate of death. We do not vouch for its
                       authenticity as we have not investigated the matter personally. Professor James had promised to communicate after death with his
                       friends in this life, and the whole world of psychic research was and still is on watch for
                       a word from him. Several mediums have claimed that Professor James has communicated through
                       them, but the most remarkable are those given through the Boston spirit temple as
                       follows: 
                        “And this is death, only to fall
                           asleep, only to awaken in the morning and to know that all is well. I am not dead, only
                           arisen. 
                             
 “I only know that I experienced a
                           great shock through my entire system, as if some mighty bond had been rent asunder. For
                           a moment I was dazed and lost consciousness. When I awakened I found myself standing
                           beside the old body which had served me faithfully and well. To say that I was surprised
                           would only inadequately express the sensation that thrilled my very being, and I
                           realized that some wonderful change had taken place. Suddenly I became conscious that my
                           body was surrounded by many of my friends, and an uncontrollable desire took possession
                           of me to speak and touch them that they might know that I still lived. Drawing a little
                           nearer to that which was so like[pg 150]and yet unlike myself, I
                           stretched forth my hand and touched them, but they heeded me not.” 
                             
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