Songs of a Vagrom Angel e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. While writing the Letters From a Living Dead Man, at the automatic dictation of my old friend Judge David P. Hatch, I became very well acquainted with the personality of that angel, deva or sylph, who acted as his courier in the invisible worlds. He called it the Beautiful Being, but I call it the Vagrom Angel. It always refused to name itself. As a little girl I used to read in the Bible how angels visited the prophets of Israel. The idea appealed to my imagination. When I asked my mother why angels did not visit me, she did not reply as most mothers would, Such things do not happen in our day; she said, Perhaps they do - only you cannot see them. So I used to go out into the old apple-orchard north of the house at twilight, and seating myself under a tree, look fixedly at the sky above the mountains and try to see angels. Though I could not see any, I felt sure that it was not the angels' fault, but mine.