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Letters from a living dead man

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A sequence of automatic letters presented as communications from a recently deceased individual and transcribed by a living interlocutor, offering sustained reflections on postmortem existence, perception beyond the physical, and spiritual progress. Through episodic missives the writer describes otherworldly landscapes, encounters with departed souls, moral and metaphysical instruction, and symbolic treatments of memory, time, and hierarchical order among unseen beings. The collection blends anecdote, philosophical exposition, and poetic passages to sketch an imaginative afterlife and suggest attitudes and practices for ethical growth and deeper comprehension of life beyond the corporeal realm.

LETTER II
TELL NO MAN

I AM opposite to you now in actual space; that is, I am directly in front of you, resting on something which is probably a couch or divan.

It is easier to come to you after dark.

I remembered on going out that you might be able to let me speak through your hand.

I am already stronger. It is nothing to fear—this change of condition.

I cannot tell you yet how long I was silent. It did not seem long.

It was I who signed “X.” The Teacher helped me to make the connexion.

You had better tell no one for a while, except ——, that I have come, as I do not want any obstructions to my coming when and where I will. Lend me your hand sometimes; I will not misuse it.

I am going to stay out here until I am ready to come back with power. Watch for me, but not yet.

Things seem easier to me now than they have seemed for a long time. I carry less weight. I could have held on longer in the body, but it did not seem worth the effort.

I have seen the Teacher. He is near. His attitude to me is very comforting.

But I would like to go now. Good night.