Here are more accounts by Caroline Larsen of her journeys out of the body to meet varous earthbound spirits who were intermingling with but un-noticed by the living.
Another friend, Miss M., was present in her own home when her funeral was going on. I had wandered there out of curiosity. Her mind was very confused and she seemed dazed. She did not realize that she had passed out. Hence she did not comprehend that it was her own body that had been laid out in the coffin. She evidently knew that her parents were grieving sadly because of her. She tried frantically to make them understand that she was right there and that everything was well. Very much puzzled that her parents so completely ignored her, she walked up to me and in a very excited manner inquired, "'What is all this fuss about ? I am here ! I am here !"
I could not utter a word to set her right about her condition as it is impossible to volunteer such information to a spirit which has just passed over. Such knowledge must come to them through their own efforts by slow degrees. [Though spirit rescue workers (mediums) on this side, and helpers from Beyond, do try to awaken gently lost and confused spirits, and inform them that they have passed, and that they should move on into the light]. Finding she could get no assistance from me, my friend turned abruptly and left the house in great distress.
One man I met made a good impression on me. He had been my lawyer in Denmark for many years. He was a man of splendid qualities and sterling character. In addition to being my lawyer he was also a man whom I was proud to call a friend. After I came to America he had faithfully taken care of my affairs in the old country. But suddenly his letters stopped. Although I had never been informed of his decease I felt certain he must have died, for I knew that otherwise he would never have failed me. To my great delight, in one of my wanderings, this friend, Rosengaard by name, came right up in front of me. With eyes smiling in sincere friendship he looked steadily at me for a while. It did not take me long to recognize him although when I last saw him on earth he was a man of sixty years and now he was as he had been in the full bloom of his manhood. He spoke up:-
"Do you rmember that when you left Denmark I promised you that whatever happened and wherever you were I should always stand by you faithfully? I kept that promise until I could do so no longer. For when your last letter came I had already passed over. That was the reason why you never received any answer."
I knew before he had finished that he had spoken the truth and had acted honorably with me in every way, as a true friend should. With the same kind smile still playing on his face he turned and left me as soon as he had delivered his message. In much joy over having met my good friend under such conditions, I stood for a moment watching him disappear. He seemed to be in fairly good condition spiritually as his aura was quite bright. But since he had not been over there very long, he still adorned himself in the fashion he had always followed, namely: a cutaway with the customary striped trousers. Our meeting proved that true friendship exists and lasts beyond the grave.
One woman spirit whom I came across, a Mrs. B., was still ignorant of the fact that she had left earth life. Her mind was full of anger and bitterness because she had found that her husband's professed love through a long married life had been false. She said:
"Now he lives with a woman who squanders all I helped him to save."
I was not interested in hearing more and I quickly departed from her.
I had a rather amusing experience with a man spirit who in earth life had been very prominent in society, business, literature and art. This Mr. H. I had grown to know very well, because of mutual interests which he and my husband possessed. Both of us had been on very friendly terms with him, as well as with his family. Although I had always highly respected this man, I had nursed a certain antipathy for him. This feeling made itself felt again in spirit life. Just as I was crossing an open field I became aware that someone was treading closely upon my heels. Turning around whom should I see but my old friend Mr. H. eagerly watching and following me ! Although he had been a very old man when he died, he now appeared young. But I had no difficulty in recognizing him. Strangely enough he still wore his customary gray sack suit. As soon as I had recognized him I quickly and with determination turned my head, quickened my steps and walked straight ahead. However, this snub of mine did not seem to deter him, because he kept following me. So it went on for quite a while. Finally I crossed over into a garden where I sat down on a bench, thinking that my unwelcome companion must now be quite ashamed of himself, and that he would leave me. But I was mistaken. He walked right to the bench and took a seat on the other end. Bending forward, and with eyes twinkling, he looked me full in the face, evidently intent on making me regret my coolness and probably hoping that I would condescend to speak to him. But this appealing action of his did not soften my mood. I sat cold and indifferent as a statue. At last he began to speak:
"We were well acquainted and friendly in earth life; why can't we continue amicably here ?"
But without deigning to reply, I rose up haughtily and walked away with grave dignity. For a while my friend followed me but soon I discovered that he had disappeared.
A terrible state of mind was evidenced by the spirit of a young bvoy who on passing sneered at me. "I will split your head open and let out your brains," he said, casting a frightful, malicious look upon me. This boy had just passed over in the midst of awful crimes. He still believed himself in the flesh and evidently wished to continue his devilish pleasures. His colour was very dark. Fortunately the laws governing spiriti life restrain one spirit from promiscuous interference with another spirit. If such were not the case this boy would have carried on his fiendish crimes in the Spirit World as well as on earth.
The following incident was extremely interesting to me because I actually witnessed the personality pass in and out of the physical body in question several times and finally leave it. Mr. G. was well known to both my husband and myself, although it could not be said that we were on friendly terms with him. He was a man who indulged liberally in liquor, a failing which mastered him time and again. Through some special trouble not necessary to state here he lost his head completely and started a career of drink and dope to which he finally succumbed. On the night he died, I happened to be out in my spirit body. Passing his home, I went in. In the bed lay Mr. G. in terrible convulsions caused by an overdose of dope and liquor. Beside his bed stood two men whom, I knew, were also trying to do something for him. (This was later verified through the effort of my husband.) Suddenly I saw Mr. G. rise up in his astral body and step out entirely from his physical counterpart. At once he started an eager and thorough search all around the bed for a helf-filled bottle of whiskey and a small bottle of narcotics which he had secreted. He found them and endeavoured to lift them to his mouth. Failing in this, an expression of chagrin spread over his face. Then he went up to his body and swiftly he connected with it once more. In a short while he again stepped out of his mortal form only to go through the same performance. This he did several times and it was strange to observe that every time he left his body it became still in death and that as soon as he connected with it, it writhed in fearful convulsions. Finally he came out for the last time and just as he started to look for the bottles again he suddenly caught sight of me. Straightening up he looked me full in the eyes with an expression of stupefied surprise. Then turning away, he staggered out of the house completely confused in his mind and ignorant of the fact that he had left behind his physical form which he was never to inhabit again. It was significant that each time that he stepped out of his body his aura instantly covered him with a dress similar to a sack suit he always wore. But it was of brown colour, denoting the lack of any spiritual development.
[To be continued. Reviewed from "My Travels in the Spirit World" by Caroline Larsen. Rutland, Vermont. 1927.
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