Two of my grand sons, died trying to enter here, 
met with a party of angels as they came conducting their 
souls to the world of spirits.

I wish my daughters could have seen that wonderful sight. 
I know instead of weeping, 
they would have sung with joy, for the angels taking such great 
care of their little ones with  care and love that no mother ever could.
 
I heard one of the angels say to another, See how this child's mother weeps 
over this short and temporary separation! In a very few years 
she will be happy again with her child. 
Then the angels took the child's soul to that beautiful 
and light filled part of heaven, which is set apart for children, 
where they care for them, and teach them in all heavenly wisdom, 
until gradually the little ones become like the angels. 

After some time this childs mother also died, 
and her child, who had now become like the angels, 
came with other angels to welcome the soul of his mother. 
When he said to her, Mother, do you not know me? I am your son Theodore, 
the mothers heart was flooded with joy, 
and when they embraced one another their tears of joy fell like flowers. 
It was a touching sight! 

Then as they walked along together he kept on pointing out, 
and explaining to her, the things around them, 
and during the time appointed for her stay in the intermediate state, 
he remained with her, and, when the period necessary for instruction 
in that world was completed he took her with him to the 
higher sphere where he himself dwelt. 

There, on all sides, were wonderful and joyous surroundings, 
and unnumbered souls of men were there, 
who in the world had borne all kinds of suffering for the sake of Christ, 
and in the end had been raised to this glorious place of honor. 
All around were matchless and exceedingly beautiful mountains, 
springs and landscapes, and in the gardens was abundance of all kinds 
of sweet fruits and beautiful flowers. 

Everything that heart could desire was there. 
Then he said to his mother, In the world, 
which is the dim reflection of this real world, 
our dear ones are grieving over us, 
but, tell me, is this death, or the real life for which every heart yearns? 
The mother said, Son, this is the true life. 
If I had known in the world the whole truth about heaven, 
I would never have grieved over your death. 
What a pity it is those in the world are so blind! 
In spite of the fact that Christ has explained quite clearly about this state of glory, 
and that the Gospels again and again tell of this eternal kingdom of the Father, 
yet, not only ignorant people, but many enlightened believers as well, 
still remain altogether unaware of its glory.
 May God grant that all may enter into the abiding joy of this place!i

Dedicated to Helen Masters and Diane Williams
Your sons, My grandsons are in Glory!