The promised land

Spiritism rises up and soon its fecund light is going to illuminate the world; its magnificent brilliance will protest against the attacks of those interested in conserving abuses and against the incredulity of materialism. Those who doubt will feel themselves happy to find in this new doctrine, so beautiful, so pure, the consoling balm that will cure them of skepticism and will make them apt to improve and progress, like all other creatures. Privileged will be those who, renouncing the impurities of matter, hurl themselves in rapid flight up to the summit of the purest ideas and seek to dematerialize themselves completely.

Peoples! rise up to witness the dawn of this new life, which comes for your regeneration; which, sent by God, comes to unite you in a holy fraternal communion. Oh! how happy will be those who, hearing this blessed voice of Spiritism, follow its banner and fulfill the apostolate, which is to lead back the brothers led astray by doubt and by ignorance, or brutalized by vice!

Return, strayed sheep, return to the fold; lift up your head, contemplate your Creator, and you will render homage to his love for you. Withdraw promptly the veil that concealed from you the Spirit of the Divinity; admire it in all its goodness; prostrate your face against the earth and repent. Repentance will open to you the doors of happiness: those of a better world, where reign the purest love, the closest fraternity, where each one feels joy in the joy of his neighbor.

Do you not feel that the moment approaches in which new things are going to arise? Do you not feel that the Earth is in the labor of childbirth? What do those peoples want who stir, who agitate themselves, who prepare for the struggle? Why are they going to fight? To break the chains that staunch the progress of their intelligence, absorb their sap, sow distrust and discord, arm the son against the father, the brother against the brother, corrupt the noble aspirations, and kill genius. O liberty! O independence! noble attributes of the children of God, you who widen the heart and elevate the soul, it is through you that men become good, great, and generous; through you our aspirations turn toward the good, injustice disappears, hatreds are extinguished, and discord, ashamed, flees and extinguishes its torch, fearing to radiate its sinister glows. Brothers! hear the voice that says to you: March! march toward that brilliant goal that you see dawning beyond! March toward that brilliant ray of light that is before you, like the luminous column ahead of the people of Israel; it will lead you to the true Promised Land, where reigns eternal happiness, reserved for the pure Spirits. Arm yourselves with virtues; purify yourselves of impurities and, then the route will seem easy to you and you will find it covered with flowers; you will traverse it with an ineffable sentiment of joy, because, at each step, you will understand that you are approaching the goal where you can conquer the eternal palms. Mardochée.