Post-mortem confessions : being letters written through a mortal's hand by spirits who, when in mortal, were officers of Harvard College : with comments by Allen Putnam / by Allen Putnam.

  • Putnam, Allen, 1802-1887.
Date:
1886
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Credit: Post-mortem confessions : being letters written through a mortal's hand by spirits who, when in mortal, were officers of Harvard College : with comments by Allen Putnam / by Allen Putnam. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Francis A. Countway Library of Medicine, through the Medical Heritage Library. The original may be consulted at the Francis A. Countway Library of Medicine, Harvard Medical School.

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    same Infinite Father, all coming through the lips of Mrs. Conant, by one hundred different spirits, repre- sentative not only of most of the Christian sects but of numerous others than Christians, varying by thou- sands of years in the times of their lives in mortal, thus showing that finites do not worship different gods, but the same God differently, as one of them has said. My good old Puritan ancestor, John Putnam (see p. 78), from the celestial heavens, charges sectarian- ism with making our world dark and sinful. His son John, my uncle, five generations back, who fought the Devil most valiently in the days and amid the scenes of Salem Witchcraft, in defence of his puri- tanic creed, ere I had been one year a student of Spiritualism, and a cheerful host of returning spirits, when asked by me which among the prevalent creeds in Christendom he now deemed nearest to abso- lute truth, answered: The spiritual sense of Swed- enborg. Also, he made the broad, comprehensive, and illumining statement: All evil must meet its utmost expansion, and then, like a bubble,—burst. My own saintly mother, who received and cherished in her outer intellect, and kindly and faithfully taught to me the old creed which had come to her through four generations unchanged, once told me that before my birth she consecrated me devoutly to the service of the Lord. This was wrung from her when my dissent from that old creed and my leaning towards liberalism anguished her soul. At the age of ninety- two, seventeen years ago, she left her form, and shortly after that, through mediumistic lips, said: