The Blossom and the Fruit – A True Story of a Black Magician
By Mabel Collins (1851-1927).
332 Pages | Facsimile edition of the original 1890 publication | Softcover | Kessinger Publications LCC, Montana U.S.A. | ISBN: 1564597032.
'Only - One facet of the stone, One ray of the star, One petal of the flower of life, But the one that stands outermost and faces us who are men and women'.
This strange story has come from a far country and was brought in a mysterious manner; we claim only to be the scribes and the editors. We therefore ask that the reader will accept the theory of the reincarnation of Souls as a fact.
From the Introduction (p. 16):
" At last Wild Blossom's Soul woke from its sleep, satiated; the hunger returned to gnaw at her heart; the longing to know reasserted itself. Holding tight the hand she held in hers, she sprang from the soft couch on which she lay. Then, for the first time, she noticed that the ground was so soft and pleasant, because there, where she had lain, had drifted great heaps of the fallen fruit blossoms. "
The Blossom and the Fruit – A True Story of a Black Magician
By Mabel Collins (1851-1927).
332 Pages | Facsimile edition of the original 1890 publication | Softcover | Kessinger Publications LCC, Montana U.S.A. | ISBN: 1564597032.
‘Only – One facet of the stone, One ray of the star, One petal of the flower of life, But the one that stands outermost and faces us who are men and women’.
This strange story has come from a far country and was brought in a mysterious manner; we claim only to be the scribes and the editors. We therefore ask that the reader will accept the theory of the reincarnation of Souls as a fact.
From the Introduction (p. 16):
” At last Wild Blossom’s Soul woke from its sleep, satiated; the hunger returned to gnaw at her heart; the longing to know reasserted itself. Holding tight the hand she held in hers, she sprang from the soft couch on which she lay. Then, for the first time, she noticed that the ground was so soft and pleasant, because there, where she had lain, had drifted great heaps of the fallen fruit blossoms. “