Festivities of the good Spirits

We too have our festivities, and this happens frequently, because the good Spirits of the Earth, our well-beloved brothers, stripping themselves of their material covering, hold out their arms to us, and we go, in an innumerable throng, to receive them at the entrance of the dwelling that, henceforth, they will inhabit with us. And in these festivities, as in yours, human passions are not stirred up beneath gracious faces and brows crowned with flowers, concealing envy, pride, jealousy, vanity, the desire to please and to surpass rivals in those factitious pleasures. Here reign joy, peace, concord; each is content with the position assigned to him and happy with the happiness of his brothers. Well then, my friends! with this perfect harmony that prevails among us, our festivities have an indescribable charm. Millions of musicians sing on harmonious lyres the marvels of God and of Creation, with accents more dazzling than your sweetest melodies. Long aerial processions of Spirits flutter like zephyrs, casting, over the newcomers, clouds of flowers whose perfume and varied hues you cannot comprehend. Then, the fraternal banquet to which are invited those who have happily finished their trials, and come to receive the reward of their labors. Oh! my friend, you would like to know more; impotent, however, is your language to describe these magnificences. I have told you enough, you who are my well-beloved, to give you the desire to aspire to them. And then, dear Émile, freed from the mission I carried out at your side, on Earth, I shall continue it to lead you through space, and to make you enjoy all the felicities. Felícia.

(Wife of the evoker Émile, for a year his protecting guide.)