Our business is to wait and watch while the ages go by,--wait and watch till we are called forth to the new world.
Sometimes our messages cross the 'wireless' Marconi system--and some confusion happens--but generally the 'Sound Ray' carries straight to its mark.

You must well understand all that is implied when you say you will come to us,--it means that you leave the human race as you have known it and unite yourself with another human race as yet unknown to the world!" Here was an overwhelming mystery--but, nothing daunted, Morgana pursued her enquiry.
"You can talk to me on the Sound Ray"-- she said--"And I understand its possibility.

You should equally be able to project your own portrait--a true similitude of yourself--on a Light Ray.

Let me see you!" "You are something of a wilful spirit!" answered the Voice--"But you know many secrets of our science and their results.

So--as you wish it--" Another second, and the cabin was filled with a pearly lustre like the vapour which sweeps across the hills in an early summer dawn--and in the center of this as in an aureole stood a nobly proportioned figure, clad in gold-coloured garments fashioned after the early Greek models.
Presumably this personage was human,--but never was a semblance of humanity so transfigured.