The Blue Island by W. T. Stead

Author:W. T. Stead [Stead, W. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: afterlife
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER VII. FIRST ATTEMPTS

Leaving the question of time out of it entirely, as I must, I want to write of my first attempt to communicate with the earth world. I know there is much dissatisfaction with the spirit world on account of the practical impossibility to give correct ideas of time-spacing. I would like to say a little about that before going into the main interest of today's writing. You must not be over-hasty in condemning us for this failure. On earth you all space your time by days and hours, etc., but those spacings are also based, or perhaps more definitely marked in your mental reckoning, on the habits of the day. You have always taken certain things at certain hours. You have a light sky and a dark sky; without a watch you know fairly accurately the time of day by your inclinations - fatigue or freshness, the need for food or rest, etc., etc.

Now, on this side of the grave we have no real necessity for rest or for food. We have no dark sky - only a light one and we have, for the sake of the present illustration, an unlimited supply of energy. Consequently we are not able to break up time into spaces which correspond with earth-spacings. We do break up our time, but it is not your breaking, therefore we can seldom be accurate in telling when a thing did, or when a thing will happen. For that reason I am not able to tell how long I had been in this country before I made my first attempt to link up with earth again. To me I seemed to have lived in this land always. It appeared incredible to me that it could be only a few days since I arrived. I had not forgotten my family or my friends, but I felt peculiarly happy about them. I cannot think why, except that finding my earth knowledge so very correct I gathered strength in feeling that they too would understand everything was quite well with me, and that this little delay in writing was natural considering the new country I had come to.

The house which is given over to this work in the Blue Island had been a regular haunting-place of mine ever since my father had told me of it, together with the works of the other buildings. I went to this house a great deal and received much help from the various people in charge. They were all very sympathetic, but entirely business-like. It was not merely a house of tears and sympathy; it was an amazingly well organized and business-like place. There were many hundreds of people there. Those who had on earth believed and those who had not, came to try to wire a message home.

The heart call was the one which received the most serious attention. Many were there only as lookers-on, incredulous and facetious. They got nothing more than the satisfaction of their own amazement.

After a little time my turn came.

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