The Washington herald., 1911-04-29
ASTRAL BODY GOES
ON STRANGE JOURNEYS
By JULIA CHANDLER MANI.
Is Propen in My Dreams.

Hundreds of dreams submitted in the
contest that closed at noon yesterday
would seem to prove that the astral body
goes out m the night time upon very
strange Journeys, to return again to the
material temple Of flesh before the light
Of day. The dream Of Mr.. W. Davis
Coan. published Monday, Is but one OF
the many where the spirit has seemed
to 60 out on a mission of life and death.
coming back to knock loudly at the
doors of consciousness until the material
body was alive to conscious thought and
in condition to follow the dream hand
where it should lead to save the life Of
a loved one.
Still more conclusively does the Strange
Dream Contest prove that the spirit.
after leaving the body forever, not in
frequently goes on a journey to some
distant scene-perhaps across continents
to say farewell to some one very dear.
A most beautiful example Of this fact
is recited by a contestant who desires
her name withheld.
The Dream Recital.
"On Saturday evening before Easter,
she writes, Il received message from an
uncle saying a very dear aunt of mine
was at the point of death. 1t made me
very sad. as ! loved her very much
So / went to bed, and had a dream
Ny aunt and 1 were walking down a
long lane with beautiful flowers planted
on each side. and at the end of the lane
we came to a gate. I opened the gate,
and We walked through into the most
90 Lin
and I saw birds sitting on the bushes. and
! could hear music which 1 have never
been able 20 forget. 1t was like chimes;
but still, thought it could not be chimes.
Il stood near the gate, but my aunt
walked through the flowers. She seemed
to know where she was going. and
walked right up to bush. and, putting
her hand on the leaves, the bush turned
into an angel: and the angel had
horn, which she put up to her mouth
and blew upon, and there seemed to
angels, and four of them were carry
ing long veil.
Cfrcled Aunt with Veil.
They went up to my aunt and circled
around her and folded her right up in
this veil. and she seemed to float right
out of the arms of these angels and
sail up in the air, with the veil
twined around her body and feet. Her
face was turned toward me. and I shall
never forget the happy expression on her
face after she had gone up in the air
for quite a distance.
Il saw white door open, and she
entered and the door closed. The garden
and the music and everything had dis
appeared, which frightened me, and
awoke, only to hear the door bell ring.
When / went to the door I was handed
q telegram from my uncle saying that
my aunt had died at 1 o'clock Easter
Sunday morning
Another Wonderful Vision.
Here is another strange and beautiful
dream submitted in the contest:
Il dreamed ! stood by the sea in the
pale, gray light of dawn The morning
star. like brilliant jewel in its celestial
setting. still kept watch as If remaining
TO bid farewell to the silver crescent now
slowly rereating before the God of day
and sinking to rest beyond the stretch of
sea whose boundless shores gave no sign
of life or sound. save the echo and thun-
der Of the restless waves; and, as 1 gazed
in awe upon this scene of unsurpassing
beauty, my soul felt lonely unto death,
and sad for the vastness of the unknown;
and the mystery fell upon me. But what
was that, Do ! not behold with mortal
eyes? Can this be death? And in a mo-
ment was waited from that lonely shore
and We floated into space. 1 say we for
! was not alone; and i knew with the
understanding not born of mortal mind
that an invisible being ever beckoned me
on and a voice cried to me ever and
anon: BE not afraid.
Far out into space great light shown
with seraphic splendor.
Light Shone with Splendor.
1T is the .light of heaven continued
the voice; but as it ceased. there came a
rushing sound, a fash of lightning. a
shrek of anguish that died away in the
distance like the low moan and sobbing
of the wind. that filled my soul with
horror.
1T is the cry of a lost soul,' said
the voice, And one more prayer is given
you Then l cried out in my sorrow:
Let never a soul be lost for:
Prayer is the burden of sigh.
The falling Of tear,
The upward glancing OF an eye
When none but God is near.
"And again I knew that none but God