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There Is No Death

There Is No Death

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Published in New York in 1891.

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CONTENTS:

Chapter I. Family Ghosts — Chapter II. My First Séance — Chapter III. Curious Coincidences —Chapter IV. Embodied Spirits — Chapter V. Optical Illusions — Chapter VI. On Scepticism — Chapter VII. The Story Of John Powles — Chapter VIII. My Spirit Child — Chapter IX. The Story Of Emily — Chapter X. The Story Of The Green Lady — Chapter XI. The Story Of The Monk — Chapter XII. The Mediumship Of Miss Showers — Chapter XIII. The Mediumship Of William Eglinton — Chapter XIV. The Mediumship Of Arthur Colman — Chapter XV. The Mediumship Of Mrs. Guppy Volckman — Chapter XVI. The Mediumship Of Florence Cook — Chapter XVII. The Mediumship Of Katie Cook — Chapter XVIII. The Mediumship Of Bessie Fitzgerald — Chapter XIX. The Mediumship Of Lottie Fowler — Chapter XX. The Mediumship Of William Fletcher — Chapter XXI. Private Media — Chapter XXII. Various Media — Chapter XXIII. On Laying The Cards — Chapter XXIV. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. I. Mrs. M. A. Williams — Chapter XXV. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. II. Mrs. Eva Hatch — Chapter XXVI. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. III. The Misses Berry — Chapter XXVII. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. IV. The Doctor — Chapter XXVIII. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. V. Mrs. Fay — Chapter XXIX. SPIRITUALISM IN AMERICA. VI. Virginia Roberts — Chapter XXX. "Qui Bono?"

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.......Death should not be a "horror" to any one; and if we knew more about it, it would cease to be so. It is the mystery that appalls us. We see our friends die, and no word or sign comes back to tell us that there is no death, so we picture them to ourselves moldering in the damp earth till we nearly go mad with grief and dismay. Some people think me heartless because I never go near the graves of those whom I love best. Why should I? I might with more reason go and sit beside a pile of their cast-off garments. I could see them, and they would actually retain more of their identity and influence than the corpse which I could not see. I mourn their loss just the same, but I mourn it as I should do if they had settled for life in a far distant land, from which I could only enjoy occasional glimpses of their happiness.
......And I may say emphatically that the greatest good Spiritualism does is to remove the fear of one's own death. At present I have no fear of death whatever.
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