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Excerpt from Songs of a Vagrom Angel
While writing the Letters From a Living Dead Man, at the automatic dictation of my old friend Judge David P. Hatch, I became very well acquainted with the personality of that angel, deva or sylph, who acted as his courier in the invisible worlds. He called it the Beautiful Being, but I call it the Vagrom Angel. It always refused to name itself.
As a little girl I used to read in the Bible how angels visited the prophets of Israel. The idea appealed to my imagination. When I asked my mother why angels did not visit me, she did not reply as most mothers would, Such things do not happen in our day; she said, Perhaps they do - only you cannot see them.
So I used to go out into the old apple-orchard north of the house at twilight, and seating myself under a tree, look fixedly at the sky above the mountains and try to see angels. Though I could not see any, I felt sure that it was not the angels'' fault, but mine.
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While writing the Letters From a Living Dead Man, at the automatic dictation of my old friend Judge David P. Hatch, I became very well acquainted with the personality of that angel, deva or sylph, who acted as his courier in the invisible worlds. He called it the Beautiful Being, but I call it the Vagrom Angel. It always refused to name itself.
As a little girl I used to read in the Bible how angels visited the prophets of Israel. The idea appealed to my imagination. When I asked my mother why angels did not visit me, she did not reply as most mothers would, Such things do not happen in our day; she said, Perhaps they do - only you cannot see them.
So I used to go out into the old apple-orchard north of the house at twilight, and seating myself under a tree, look fixedly at the sky above the mountains and try to see angels. Though I could not see any, I felt sure that it was not the angels'' fault, but mine.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
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Author
Elsa Barker
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780265351024
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.4 cm
Page Count - 63
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Contributors
Author
Elsa Barker
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781332437016
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.4 cm
Page Count - 65
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