Dissertations from Beyond the grave:
Poor men! How little you know about the most ordinary phenomena that exist in your life! You
think highly of yourselves; you think that you have a vast knowledge and remain speechless before
these simple questions framed by all children: “What do we do when we are asleep? What is the
meaning of dreams? I don’t have the pretension of making you understand what I want to explain,
since there are things that your spirit cannot yet submit to, because one can only admit what one can
Sleep entirely frees the soul from the body. When we are asleep we are momentarily in the same
state that we shall definitely be after death. The spirits that have quickly detached from matter, on
the occasion of their death, had intelligent dreams; those, when sleeping, meet again with the
society of other beings that are superior to them; that travel, talk to them and are enlightened by
them. They even work on tasks that they find finalized when they die. This, once more, must teach
us that we should not fear death, as we die every day as once stated by a Saint.
All this was said with respect to the superior spirits. The large majority of men, however, who may
remain in that perturbation for long hours, in that uncertainty that you were told about, those
individuals go to worlds that are inferior to Earth, attracted by old affections, or to look for
pleasures that are even of a lower level than those found here. They will then learn doctrines that
are even more vile, ignoble and harmful than those that they profess among you. What establishes
the sympathy on Earth is nothing else but the fact that we feel attracted by the heart, as we wake up,
to those with whom we have just spent eight or nine hours of pleasure or happiness. What also
establishes the irresistible antipathy is that, deep there in the heart, we know that those creatures
have a different conscience, with respect to us; hence we know them not having ever setting our
eyes on them. It is this that also explains the indifference, since we don’t seek to make friends when
we know that we have others that love us and wish us well. In one word, the sleep influences your
lives more than you think.
Through sleep, the incarnated spirits are always in contact with the spiritual world, allowing then
that the superior spirits, without much repulse, do agree to come to incarnate in your environment.
God wanted that during the contact with vices they could reinforce their virtues in the source of
goodness, so as not to fail, as they come to instruct others. Sleep is the door that God opened to
them to meet their friends from heaven; it is the break after the work, waiting for the great
liberation, the final liberation that should reintegrate them back to their real world.
A dream is the memory of what your spirit saw during the sleep. Notice, however, that you do not
always dream since you do not always remember some of what you have seen or everything that
you have seen. It is not your soul in its full detachment; often it is nothing more than the memory of
the perturbation that follows our departure or arrival, added to the memory of what you have done
or that worries you during the waking state. Without that, how can we explain those absurd dreams,
of the scholars as well as of the simplest person? The evil spirits also use the dream to torment the
weak and pusillanimous souls.
As a matter of fact you will soon see the development of a new kind of dreams. It is as old as the
one you know but ignored by you. It is the dream of Joan of Arc, of Jacob, of the Jewish prophets
and of some Indian foretellers. Such a dream represents the memory of the soul, entirely separated
from the body; the memory of that second life that I was telling you about, some time ago.
For the dreams that you retain the memory try to distinguish well between those two kinds, as
without it you shall fall into contradictions and cause dismal mistakes to your faith.
OBSERVATION: When required to provide his name, the spirit who dictated the
communication answered: “What for? Do you think that it is only the spirits of your great men that
come to tell you good things? Then, all of those that you don’t know and that do not have a name in
your world are worthless? Know this that many just use a name to satisfy you.”
OBSERVATION: This communication and the following one were obtained by Mr. F..., the same
that we talked about in our October issue with respect to the obsessed and subjugated. One can see
the difference regarding the nature of his communications now and those from that time. His free-
will completely triumphed from the obsession that victimized him, and his bad spirit no longer
showed up. These two dissertations were dictated to him by Bernard Pallissy. *
“Flowers were created in the world as symbols of beauty, purity and hope.”
“How come man who watches the unfolding petals every spring and the flowers fading to bear
delicious fruits doesn’t think that his life, in the same way, will wither but will eventually yield
eternal fruits? What does it matter to you the storms and torrents? These flowers will never perish
nor the most delicate work of the Creator. Have courage then you men that fall in the streets; stand
up as the lily does after the storm, purer and more radiant. As with the flowers, the winds shake you
right and left from all sides; they knock you down and drag you over the mud, but when the sun is
up again raise your heads as the noblest and the greatest.”
“So, love the flowers. They are the emblem of your life and do not be ashamed to be compared to
them. Have them everywhere, in your gardens, in your houses, in your temples even, as they are
pleasant everywhere. They always inspire poetry and elevate the soul of whoever understands them.
Wasn’t that in the flowers that God has manifested all of his magnificence? How would you know
the sweet colors with which the Creator has brightened nature if it were not for the flowers? Before
man had searched the guts of Earth to find the ruby and topaz, he had the flowers before him, and
the infinite variety of shades already consoled him from the monotony of Earth’s surface. So love
the flowers then: you will be purer and kinder; you will eventually become like children but you will be the beloved children of God, and your soul simple and spotless will be accessible to all His
love, to all joy with which He will warm up your hearts.”
“Flowers wish to be treated by enlightened hands. Intelligence is necessary for their prosperity. You
have been doing wrong on Earth since long ago by leaving such a care to unskillful hands that
mutilated them when trying to embellish them. There is nothing sadder than those round or pointed
trees in some of your gardens, pyramids of greenery that look more like a haystack. Let nature
flourish on a thousand of different ways: that is the grace. Happy is the one that can appreciate the
beauty of a simple branch that swings, spreading the fertilizing dust. Happy is the one who sees the
infinity of grace in their brilliant colors, finesse, shades, nuances that escape and seek one another,
flee and reunite. Blessed is the one that can understand the beauty of the graded shades! From the
dark root that marries Earth to the blending colors of the scarlet tulips and poppies (why such harsh
and weird names?). Study all this and notice the leaves that sprout from one another, like endless
generations, until their complete blossom under the celestial dome.”
“Doesn’t it seem like the flowers germinate from Earth to launch themselves towards other worlds?
Doesn’t it seem like many times they painfully lower their heads for being incapable of rising even
further? Don’t we think that, for their beauty, the flowers are closer to God? Thus, imitate them and
become greater and more beautiful.”
“Your way of learning botany is defective. It is not enough to know the name of a plant. I shall call
you again when you have time to work on a book of that kind. I defer to a later time the lessons I
wanted to give you today. They will be most useful when we have the opportunity to apply them.
Then we will talk about the kinds of culture, the places that suit them; the arrangement of the
buildings for ventilation and sanitary conditions of the dwellings.”
“If you publish this, remove the last paragraphs so that they are not seen as propaganda.”
“Woman is more finely chiseled than man, naturally indicating a more delicate soul. That is how in
a similar condition, in all worlds, the mother will be prettier than the father, for she is the first to be
seen by the child. The child always turns her eyes onto the angelical figure of a young lady. It is for
the mother that the child dries the tear, staring at her with those still weak and uncertain eyes. The
child thus has the natural intuition of beauty.
A woman knows how to become noticed by the kindness of their thoughts, by the grace of their
gestures and words. Everything that comes from her should harmonize with her being, beautifully
created by God.
The long hairs, lying on the shoulders, are the actual image of kindness and the easiness with which
it bends without breaking, before the trials. They reflect the lights of the suns, like the woman’s soul
should reflect the purest light of God. Young ladies, allow your hairs to float. God created them for
that. You shall simultaneously have the most natural and ornate appearance.
A woman should dress in a simple way. She left God’s hands sufficiently beautiful to spare the
embellishments. White and blue should merge over your shoulders. Allow also your dresses to float.
May your outfits be seen extending behind you like a long runway of gauze, like a cloud that
immediately reveals your presence!
Nevertheless, what is the meaning of the ornaments, the dresses, the waving or fluctuating hairs, up
or down, if that sweet smile of mothers and lovers do not shine on your lips? If your eyes do not
sow goodness, charity, and hope in the tears of happiness that they allow to roll, in the lightning that
shines from that brazier of unknown love?
Women! Do not be afraid of delighting men by your beauty, by your grace, by your superiority.
However, men need to know that to become worthy of you, they have to be as great as you are
beautiful, as wise as you are good, as instructed as you are original and simple. They need to know
that they must deserve you; that you are the award of virtue and honor, but not of that honor
covered by a helmet and a shield, shining on tournament jousts, holding a foot over an overthrown
enemy’s head; no, but God’s honor.
Men! Be useful and when the poor bless your name, women shall be your equal. Then you
shall form a wholesome bond: you will be the head and they will be heart; you will be the
beneficent thought, they will be the liberal hands. Therefore, unite not only for love, but also
for the good deeds that you can do together. These good thoughts and good actions performed
by two loving hearts are the links of these gold and diamonds chain called marriage. Then,
when the links are in a large enough number, God will call you near Him and you will
continue to bond new links together, links that were made of heavy and cold metal on Earth
but that will be made of light and fire in heavens.”
Note: These verses were spontaneously written through a basket, touched by a young lady and a
boy. We thought that many poets would feel honored by having written them. They were sent to us
by one of our subscribers.
Awakening of a Spirit
“How beautiful nature and how sweet the air is!
Lord, I say grace praising you on my knees!
May the joyful hymn of my acknowledgement,
like incense, rise to Thy supreme entitlement!
Thus, before the eyes of the sisters grieving
you sent Lazarus out of his coffin;
Distraught Jairus, his daughter, beloved,
on her deathbed by Your voice revived.
Also, mighty God! You reached me the hand of thou reign;
Stand! Thou said, You have not said in vain.
Why am I not, alas, a vile stack of mud?
I would like to praise You with the voice of a cherub;
Your work never seemed so awesome!
To the one that comes from the darkness of the tomb.
The day seems pure, and the light is shining,
the sun is more radiant and life exciting.
The air is then sweeter than milk and honey;
every sound is a word in the concerts of the holy.
The muffled voice of the wind breathes harmony
that grows in space and becomes infinity.
What the spirit conceives, or reaches the eyes,
what we can read in the book of paradise,
In the space of the seas, below the tides,
in all oceans, cliffs, and globes,
All rounds into a sphere, and we feel that in the midst
God is in the center of these converging axises.
And You, whose eyes hover the starry trails,
who are You hiding in the sky, like a King in his sails
What is Your greatness, if this vast universal face
is not but a point to Your eyes, and the submerse space
of the seas is not even a mirror of its magnificence?
What is then Your greatness, your essence?
What such a great palace have You built, Oh King!
The stars cannot separate You from us, sure thing
the sun at Your feet, immeasurable power,
like the onyx attached to the prince’s slipper.
It is what I most admire in You, Oh Majesty!
Much less than greatness, Your generosity
That reveals in everything, a shining light
that hears the impotent, yielding to the prayer’s might.”
See the Spiritist Magazine, Volume 4.