December 18th, 1915.
Received by James Padgett.
I am here, Your own true and loving Helen.
Well sweetheart, you have had a letter tonight from a spirit who ought to know what he is writing about, as he was a most wicked man, and, as I have been told, suffered the torments of the lowest hells.
But as to you personally, I want to say that it will make no difference to you what the nature of the hells is, or whether there be any or not. You will never see them, unless when you come over you have a desire to visit them for the purpose of doing good to some poor unfortunate.
And I thank God for this assurance and knowledge.
I will not write more tonight.
With all my love, I am
Your own true and loving