- 36 - a great pleasure for me to be here with you this evening. I would dearly give you my name, but it seems that I have simply forgotten it, because I haven’t heard it for such a long time. But I am sure that I will remember it and I will then tell you my name. Do you remember an old man that you knew very well? – Mr. Eckholm? He wasn’t actually all that old. He was a dear friend to me and I came to you through him. Doctor : During our meeting in Chicago? Spirit : Yes, I had a chemist shop in Chicago. My name is Hesselroth. I could momentarily not remember it. I am one of your helpers here. Mr. Eckholm is also with me and he also does everything that he can. He is very happy to be able to help with the work that you do here. He was with you with his heart and his soul during his life on Earth. I also feel compelled to do what I can to help you, If you hadn’t helped me I would probably still be in my chemist shop trying to sell medicines. After my demise, I looked after the shop for a whole year, like I used to do whilst I was alive; I no longer feel ill the way I did then. I suddenly became ill in the shop and was brought to the hospital from there, where I then died. They took my body to the morgue and not to my house. You know what it says in the Bible: ‘Because your heart is where your treasure is’. – When I woke up from my death sleep I immediately thought about my shop and I instantly found myself there. I saw that everything ran along regular lines, but it did seem rather strange to me that I couldn’t talk to any of my customers. I initially thought that I had lost my voice during my illness and therefore no longer waisted time thinking about it. I dedicated myself completely to running the shop and I chose my business manager to attend to everything according to my wishes. I managed the business and Abrahamson carried things out for me. I didn’t know that I was dead, not until I came to this gentleman (Wickland) and his circle. When a burglar entered my house one day, I remembered the revolver that I had in a drawer. I went to get it. I tried to grasp it over again, but my hand went through everything. This is when the thought arose that there must be something wrong with me. I now also saw apparitions for the first time. I saw my deceased parents and thought that I wasn’t quite right in the head anymore. This is when I thought that it might be best to visit my friend Eckholm. Because he believed in Spiritism, I always thought that he wasn’t quite normal. I wanted to visit Eckholm and ask him whether spirits actually came back and were able to show themselves – and I was a spirit myself! This is when I came to this circle and when I could suddenly speak again; the portal to the glorious land of the hereafter opened after a while. I wish that you could see the reception I received there. My relatives and friends took me into their arms and said: ‘Welcome to our spiritual homeland! Welcome to eternal life! Welcome to divine realisation!’ Such a welcome cannot be described, not until you experience it yourselves once you are here with us! This is bliss, this is ‘Heaven’. I do not want to take up too much of your time, but it has been a real pleasure for me to come here this evening and to be allowed to talk to you. It has been around 15 years since I came to you see you last. Eckholm asked me to tell you that he is proud of the work that you do here and he says hello to everyone here. – I bid you good-night!” The following event 6th of June 1907. A spirit entity entered the body of Mrs. Wickland her husband reports (23, P. 151): “The spirit seemed quite dazed, as if he was drunk, and when he eventually woke up, he was so belligerent that a number of people had to help to subdue him. ‘I am Carl the Swordsman and will have all of you shot!’ he screamed. He then turned to a number of other invisible entities, swearing at them because they had enticed him to come here and he demanded from them that they should help him instead of standing idly by. We finally managed to calm him down and then compelled him listen to an explanation of the true circumstanced of his present situation. In my endeavour to convince him that he was not in his own, but in a stranger’s body, I asked him to have a look at his hands.
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