February 18, 2007

• Prayer

  The following is taken from 'Magic Staff' an Autobiography of
  Andrew Jackson Davis
  Pages 334 - 335

  A widow lady, with whom I was acquainted, was morning for her only son, who, in an angry and discontented mood, had left her to embark for the high seas.  Just in the midst of her deep affliction I chanced to make her a friendly call.

  While relating to me the cause of her sorrows, her feelings overpowered her, and she retired with heart-broken sobs to an adjoining room.  Soon I heard her voice in prayer.  To the great Father she poured out her agonized feelings in behalf of her wandering child.  I desired to see what would be the result of her earnest supplications; and, feeling almost immediately the power of clairvoyant insight, I directed my vision to her apartment.

  I at once saw a soft ethereal light playing just above her head, and inducing action in the organs of hope and veneration as well as in several other contiguous departments of her brain.  From this light a narrow line of silvery whiteness extended upward somewhat obliquely until it reached a point some twenty miles, I think, above the earth’s surface. I traced this delicate thread of light to its terminating point, and there beheld a radiant spirit, who was controlling this beautiful phenomenon.  From him another brilliant line, forming and angle with the former stretched off earthward until it reached the distant city to which the youth had fled, and at length it impinged upon and penetrated the very substance of his brain.

  The effect was marvelous.  His affection and moral organs were aroused.  And there were awakened in his nature such feelings of repentance and desires to return to his widowed and cruelly-forsaken mother, that before another day had closed he was again in her presence, fully resolved to lead a better life.  Her joy was deep, and her gratitude to the God whom she believed had answered her prayer was unbounded.  Of that sacred vision I told her not a word.  But full well did I know that when the Spirit-Land should become her home, it would be a still subliminal joy to learn that her long-lost companion was the hearer of her anguished petition, and the savior of their darling son.

        Andrew Jackson Davis was what we call a forerunner to Modern Spiritualism. He was born Aug. 11, 1826 and named after “Old Hickory”. He was a great Medium. Never went to school more than six weeks in his life. Took tests and became a medical doctor practiced in New York, Conn. and Boston Mass. Lived well into his 90’s.   He could see right into the body to see what was wrong. And spirit told him what would be the cure. And If there was any cure to be had.     Bernard

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