Not withstanding the companionship I have here,
I sometimes regret my failure in holding on to the world.
But regrets have less weight on this side-like our bodies.
Everything is well with me.
I will tell you things that have never been told.
Letter 5: Letters From a Living Dead Man
Elsa Barker, American author and poet, was born in 1869 in Leicester Vermont, USA.
Throughout her life Barker's poems and short stories were published in various books and magazines.
Her debut novel, The Son of Mary Bethel, was published in 1909 and this was followed in 1910 by her first collection of poetry; The Frozen Grail and Other Poems.
Barker was a spiritual writer and in 1912 while in Paris, one evening she began automatic writing; the phenomenon where someone other than her own sub conscious was writing using her hand.
Much inspired writing over the years claims to have originated from discarnate beings and Barker was no exception.
The entity responsible for the writing claimed to be Judge David Patterson Hatch, a lawyer from Los Angeles.
The judge explained that he had recently passed over and that he wanted to document his experiences on the other side in the form of letters that he would write through Elsa's hand.
Within a few days Barker received verification from a friend that the Judge had indeed died recently in Los Angeles.
Over the next three years over 100 letters were 'dictated' and published as a trilogy debuting with Letters from a Living Dean Man, followed by War Letters from the Living Dead Man and Last Letters from the Living Dead Man. Coming shortly after W.T. Stead's bestselling channeled work Letters from Julia, the letters are now considered an essential guide to the afterlife. All are fascinating, informative and inspirational and are required reading for anyone interested in life and death, the afterlife, and why we are here.
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LETTER I THE GENIUS OF AMERICA February 8, 1917. I WANT to write of America, land of my latest birth, land of the future. Great is the road that the Genius of America may travel, and her feet have already passed the early stages of it. The Genius of America! Each land is watched over and its children guided guided and moved By a Genius. Would you feel the Genius of America, go alone into the woods at night, watch and listen and invoke. Perhaps the answer may come, its recognition of you, your recognition of it. If you are one of those who can hear the words which the Great Ones speak in the silence, perhaps you will hear something with the ears of your soul. If so, do not hasten to divulge the message, but treasure it in your heart; for that which is treasured in the heart can sometimes be felt and understood by the hearts of others. If you are one of those who will serve willingly, the secret of your heart may be shared in silence with those who can hear in the silence. The hour approaches when the mission of this land may be manifested. The hour approaches when the Genius of this land shall force its will upon this land. That will not be an easy task. So many wills have sought to wrest the reins from the guiding hand; so many eyes, looking in so many directions, have seen so many goals.But there is one will so strong that it can, when its hour is come, gather up the wills of men as a strong wind gathers a mass of loosely-lying straws and sweeps them along. You know not the power of a will that has God behind it. You know not the power of a purpose that has God behind it and the future before it. Those who get in the way of the Genius of this land will be broken, like straws thatwould resist the wind. I have watched from my unseen place the la...