Year: 1859

The Banner of Lighc publishes the follow
ing communication written through the
hand of a spiritual medium by the supposed
spirit of one George Kittredge:


Bless me, how strange | fe here See
here, my good sir, who writes here, YOU or
me? Well. now l was never very good at
dictating | could write my thoughts better


Some of my friends want to know why
do not come and talk One reason is he
cause have not, till now, learned how. and
the other is, have not had an opportunity.


There is friend Of mine who lives not
over twenty five or thirty miles from here
who wants to know if enjoy music as well
in spirit life as | did on earth You may AS
well tell him | have advantages here I did
not have on earth. When near music now.
it is music it lifts the soul to heaven. and
makes one forget himself 1t is verv like
that on earth, however One forgets himself
for time, but anon the excitement ceases,
and he learns he is evil, as well as good. But
think if | am to be saved, music will be my
savior Yes, sir; if worship anything, it
will be music. Oh, Tm a strunge being
always was.


/ suppose died hard death for the BODY,
but the spirit did not recognize the suffering
it had passed through. very soon learned
that had passed beyond earth and that |
could come back, but that had got to toll
hard if would progression the sweetest
joy comes after the herdest toll.


have made some imperfect communica-
tions, but now l talk. If could take upon
myself a body like my own, could do bet
ter; or if | was in my own body, for find
myself considerably starched up in this


My disease was induced by change of eli.
mate. 1t didn't exactly agree with me- |
went to California No m tier what han
pened there-it will be no good to ANYBODY
to tell of it. 1t will be very hard for me to
tell what occupation | lead on earth
might have been physician if | had taken
a mind to, but thought I'd rather be dane
ing than standing by the side of the sick
dealing out powders and pills | don't want
you to understand | followed dancing for
living all the time, for was Jack at all trades
have been here long enough to find out
that there is no Devil; my friends thought
there was.


This is a knowledge you'll all be glad to OBJ
tain, good as you are. That's all died away
here; it's fable got up to scare other chill
dren Then again, they tell me there is no
such person as personal God Well, | shan't
cry about that, Tor II there were one he
might not like me. l always believed there
was one, and that a God of love-that all he
did was for the good of his children, and if
was well it was all right; if | was sick it
was all right-in fact, everything was right
with me.


When left my body I saw it, but couldn't
comprehend how lost it; then | could not
comprehend how l could not use it, but |
said it's all right, and if I'm going to heaven,
it's all right, and if | am to go to hell, no
doubt it's all right.


have got acquaintance and friends !
should like to talk to- don't know but |
could do better with some other kind of
clothes on, but guess could stand it an hour
or so in this rig.


Now. where is there one on earth who
would like to talk with George Kittredge?
| lived all round in spots; if should tell
you | lived in Boston, should tell YOU the
truth Did you ever know old Paul Kit
fridge? Then its no Use for me to tell YOU
about him. | suppose ought to thank you
for writing for me. You don't desire it
then | suppose you are something like my
self, don want people to thank you for what
you do. We'll, good day then.