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More About Life in the World Unseen

More About Life in the World Unseen

further detailed descriptions of the Afterlife from Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson

More About Life in the World Unseen - Recorded by Anthony Borgia

More About Life in the World Unseen

Recorded by Anthony Borgia

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Anthony BorgiaLife in the World Unseen gives one of the most comprehensive accounts ever of what it is like to reside in the spirit realms. It was received through the clairaudient mediumship of Anthony Borgia (pictured right). The communicator was an old friend, Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson, the son of a former Archbishop of Canterbury who, when on earth, wrote an anti-Spiritualist volume, much to his later regret. It was to try and set matters straight that he provided a series of compelling spirit teachings through Anthony Borgia.

More About Life in the World Unseen is the sequel, though can be read in its own right, being an account of the arrival of a young man and his introduction to the life there.  Once again, Monsignor Benson provides a compelling look at the spirit life, covering countless aspects.

"As far as we could see were bed upon bed of such perfect flowers as incarnate eye never beheld.  ... There were flowers of every variety known on earth, all the old cherished blooms that have been familiar to earth folk time out of mind—the "old-fashioned" flowers, as one liked to regard them: the hollyhocks and pansies, the snapdragons, Canterbury bells, and wallflowers, stocks, and a hundred other kinds."

"We reached a part of the country that was well-wooded, and we entered a very pleasant pine forest ... There was an element of wildness about the place, without, however, any suggestion of disorderliness. To the beholder it seemed to betoken a haven of rest and quiet."

"From where we stood he could see the many stately buildings, each with its   surrounding gardens and miniature lakes, radiating, as with the spokes of a wheel, from a grand central building. He remarked that there were no roads as such, but instead were broad thoroughfares paved with superb grass."

Product Details
  • Paperback: 157 pages
  • Publisher: Saturday Night Press Publications
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 9781908421630
Introduction by Anthony Borgia

The spirit communicator of this book was known on earth as Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson. He was at the height of his renown, both as preacher and author, when I first met him many years ago.

After he had passed from this life, I many times wondered as to his welfare. Through a spirit friend I was told that he was well and prospering, and that in time I should hear from him directly. Such eventually proved to be the case, and there commenced a series of scripts given by him, the first of which, Life in the World Unseen, gave an account in some detail of his actual passing.

He recounted how, at the close of his earthly life, he was met by a former colleague named Edwin, and taken by him to the spirit world, where his home awaited him, a counterpart of his house on earth. After a brief rest he commenced his explorations, under Edwin’s guidance, of the land of his new life. During the course of their rambles they met a young girl of great charm, named Ruth, also a newcomer to the spirit world, who joined them, and the three have been together ever since, closely associated in work and pleasure.

In the scripts that have followed, Monsignor has dealt with an extensive variety of subjects in connection with the spirit world, not the least among them being his “theology”, which underwent a wholesale and drastic revision.

In the present script, recorded by me in 1951 Monsignor recounts how Ruth and he, but without Edwin on this occasion, embarked upon one of their visits to earth for ‘escort duty’, in this instance to a young lad of eighteen years. Instead, however, of passing him into the care of other hands, as usually takes place, they invite him to stay with them in their home (where he first awakens to his new life), and thereafter, when fully recovered, they set out upon ‘escort duty’ of another kind: through the realms in which they live, to see the wonders and meet some of the people.

A comment by 'Monsignor'

Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson"I would like to make it perfectly clear, lest misunderstanding should arise, that our young friend Roger, the brief chronicle of whose life so far in these lands of the spirit world, is the subject of these writings, is no imaginary person, created merely as a character upon whom to hang certain spiritual facts. He IS a real person whose passing and immediately subsequent story are precisely as here recounted. That story is an excessively simple one, such as could be narrated or countless thousands of other young folk, of either sex, as well as of older people.

"It is in no way exceptional or unusual, and although Roger could be said to typify numberless others, none the less he is Roger, a young man of great charm, and of whom we all grow increasingly fond. His merry pranks and lightness or heart are our constant joy, while behind his gaiety are great kindliness, a firm determination, and a mind capable of deep thought."

Chapter 4: A Visit

....our host was awaiting us at his front-door. He was an American Indian of handsome and imposing appearance, tall and dignified.... In common with the great majority of his race, he has retained his picturesque name, with some slight adaptation to spirit world conditions and circumstances, so that he is known widely in these and other realms of light as Radiant Wing, the first part of that appellation being the adaptation to which I have just referred. It is self-explanatory in that it should - and does here, of course - convey to the onlooker its meaning through the flow of light that leaves the tips of his head-dress.

.... in response to a call from 'Radiant Wing', there came bounding across the large tract of grass upon which we were standing, two beautiful creatures, one a large dog, and the other a puma.

The small bird that Roger had retained in his hand then flew away in a direct line to a huge tree. He now emerged bringing with him, as it were, a raven and a macaw.

Radiant Wing held out his arms, and the two birds at once perched upon them. The small bird flew back to Roger.

"What do you think of my family?" Radiant Wing asked. "The dog, the raven, and the macaw are my own. The small bird you have there, my son, belongs to friends who are still on earth, and this lovely puma, as well, belongs to one of them, who is also my instrument on earth."

Roger was obviously a trifle timid of the puma, no doubt from his recollection of the same kind of animal on earth, but our host at once reassured him.

"You need have no fear, my son," said he. "See, she is without her wildness, and wishes harm to no one."

Ruth had stooped down and was stroking and playing with the lovely creature, which was as gentle as a lamb.

Chapter 8: We Visit a 'Church'

At the 'west' end of the building there was a deep narthex upon which was reposing a large organ. It was not an instrument of advanced design or construction, and the pipes were arranged in their conventional order.
"A nice instrument, Roger. Anyone who wishes is at liberty to play upon it. Come along upstairs, and examine it, and perhaps Ruth will play us a tune."

We mounted the stairs, and found ourselves in a wide gallery.

"There can’t be electricity here, so would you like me to pump for you, Ruth?" Roger suggested.

"There’s no need to do that, thank you, my dear," said Ruth. "You’re right about our not having electricity. We’ve something much better."

She pointed to a box-like receptacle on the floor a short distance from the organ.

"In there," said she, "is all we require. All I have to do is set that little machine in motion, and the air is sent along the trunk to the instrument."

"Yes, but what makes the machine go?"

"Thought, Roger, thought; that’s all," answered Ruth with a smile. "You know, you've hardly any notion yet what thought can really do."

"No, I’m beginning to realise that!"

Ruth seated herself at the manuals and played a short piece that had been specially composed for her by one of our master-musician friends—a light, frolicsome little work, rather in the nature of a scherzo. When the final note had sounded, Ruth left the organ-seat, and taking Roger by the arm said, "Now come and see what we’ve done."

We left the building, and observing Ruth and myself gazing upwards above the roof, Roger did the same and was astonished to see, high up over the building, a huge sphere like a bubble, gently rotating upon its axis. Its colours, a delicate blue and pink, interweaved themselves without losing their identity.

"We should move a little farther away," I said, "then Roger will see the full effect. At present we’re too much under it."

We took up a position about a quarter of a mile distant where the full effect was superb. To Roger it was somewhat awe-inspiring to see this apparently fragile form suspended in the air with "no visible means of support".

"All music, Roger, makes a form of some kind when it is performed," Ruth said, "no matter what instrument it is played upon, though if I had played that piece on the piano, we should not have got such a large one as that. But we should have made a form; perhaps not as lovely. I've never played that piece on the piano, so I can’t say what exactly would have happened. It was written for the organ, where one can get sufficient volume and variety of tonal effect. It’s very beautiful, isn’t it?" ....

Chapter 10: Lesson in Creation

.... Surrounding us were hundreds of flower-beds, each containing a different kind of flower, and each arranged in orderly rows.

....We noticed particularly the enormous number of blooms that grew upon a single stem of each plant.

"You see," explained the gardener, "in the old earth plants the flowers fade in due course, and seed pods form, so that you might have half the stem with blooms and half with seeds. You can see for yourself that, without this happening, and the whole stem being filled with blooms for its right length, there’s no comparison. There’s nowhere else but here—I mean, the spirit world—where flowers could be grown like these.

"Cast your eye on those hollyhocks. Did you ever see such beauties as those-with blooms from the top reaching down all that way? And no fading or dying. That’s how we make them and that’s how they stay."

As far as we could see were bed upon bed of such perfect flowers as incarnate eye never beheld. Ruth and I had visited this beautiful place often before, but to Roger it was new, and such a revelation as to hold him almost speechless.

... As may be imagined, the scent from this great collection was superb; not overpowering, but sufficient to make its presence pleasantly felt, and enjoyable.

"You can understand this work is more like a holiday when we compare it to the labour that would be required on earth for such large gardens as these. We're not bothered with all the troubles of things on earth, the weather, for instance—most of all the weather; or the right soil; and everything to do with the planting, and so on. It's a long process on earth from the moment the seed is planted to the time you come to pick the blooms for the market. "But here, bless you, we make our plant with its blooms already on it, in all varieties and mixtures of colours. We can have single blooms or double, as we fancy, ..."

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