realm of golden light.  I heard the voices of friends who had gone before calling to me to follow them.  At the moment the thrill of joy was so intense I was like one standing spellbound before a beautiful panorama.  The music which filled my soul was like a tremendous symphony.  I had never heard nor dreamed of anything half so beautiful....

    “Another thing which seemed to me beautiful was the tranquillity
    of everyone.  You will perhaps remember that I had left a state
    where no one ever knew what tranquillity meant.”

March 13, 1807: “I was speaking about the songs of our birds.  Then the birds seemed to pass beyond my vision, and I longed for music of other kinds....  When, to my surprise, my desires were filled....  Just before me sat the most beautiful bevy of young girls that eyes ever rested upon.  Some playing stringed instruments, others that sounded and looked like silver bugles, but they were all in harmony, and I must truly confess that I never heard such strains of music before.  No mortal mind can possibly realize anything like it.  It was not only in this one thing that my desires were filled, but in all things accordingly.  I had not one desire, but that it was filled without any apparent act of myself.

“I longed to see gardens and trees, flowers, etc.  I no sooner had the desire than they appeared....  Such beautiful flowers no human eye ever gazed upon.  It was simply indescribable, yet everything was real....  I walked and moved along as easily as a fly would pass through a ray of sunlight in your world.  I had no weight, nothing cumbersome, nothing....  I passed along through this garden, meeting millions of friends.  As they were all friendly to me, each and every one seemed to be my friend....  I then thought of different friends I had once known, and my desire was to meet some one of them, when like every other thought or desire that I had expressed, the friend of whom I thought instantly appeared.”

How much all this is like dreams!

    March 27, 1897. (A good deal of confusion, out of which appears)
    “He will insist upon calling me Miss, but let him if he wishes.  I
    am very much Mrs. Never mind so long as it suits him....

“I have a desire for reading, when instantly my whole surrounding is literally filled with books of all kinds and by many different authors....  When I touched a book and desired to meet its author, if he or she were in our world, he or she would instantly appear. [Is this purely incidental reiterated claim for female authors, by one of them, ‘evidential,’ or was Mrs. Piper ingenious enough to invent it?  Ed.]....”

The change of the instrument below is a specially dreamlike touch.