10 a.m., Sept. 25, 1893
Still I wrote on , unheeding the time . My assistants , pale with wonder , stood around me . The measured tappings were the ghostly voices of another world . This message began at 10 a.m. , Sept. 25 , 1893 . It ended at 10 p.m. on the same day . It came quite evenly , though slowly , and was unmistakably intended to be inerrantly recorded , as indeed it was . `` My son , '' it began , `` I am indeed in the red orb of light we have so often looked up to when we were together on the earth , and about which our wondering minds hazarded so many fruitless guesses .