WHERE THE MISTS CLEAR AWAY
Malone had lost his billet and had found his way in Fleet Street blocked
by the rumour of his independence. His place upon the staff had been
taken by a young and drunken Jew, who had at once won his spurs by a
series of highly humorous articles upon psychic matters, peppered with
assurances that he approached the subject with a perfectly open and
impartial mind. His final device of offering five thousand pounds if the
spirits of the dead would place the three first horses in the coming
Derby, and his demonstration that ectoplasm was in truth the froth of
bottled porter artfully concealed by the medium, are newspaper stunts
which are within the recollection of the reader.
But the path which closed on one side had opened on the other.
Challenger, lost in his daring dreams and ingenious experiments, had
long needed an active, clear-headed man to manage his business
interests, and to control his world-wide patents. There were many
devices, the fruits of his life’s work, which brought in income, but had
to be carefully watched and guarded. His automatic alarm for ships in
shallow waters, his device for deflecting a torpedo, his new and
economical method of separating nitrogen from the air, his radical
improvements in wireless transmission and his novel treatment of
pitchblende, were all moneymakers. Enraged by the attitude of
Cornelius, the Professor placed the management of all these in the hands
of his prospective son-in-law, who diligently guarded his interests.
Challenger himself had altered. His colleagues, and those about him,
observed the change without clearly perceiving the cause. He was a
gentler, humbler and more spiritual man. Deep in his soul was the
conviction that he, the champion of scientific method and of truth, had,
in fact, for many years been unscientific in his methods and a
formidable obstruction to the advance of the human soul through the
jungle of the unknown. It was this self-condemnation which had wrought
the change in his character. Also, with characteristic energy, he had
plunged into the wonderful literature of the subject, and as, without
the prejudice which had formerly darkened his brain, he read the
illuminating testimony of Hare, de Morgan, Crookes, Lombroso, Barrett,
Lodge and so many other great men, he marvelled that he could ever for
one instant have imagined that such a consensus of opinion could be
founded upon error. His violent and whole-hearted nature made him take
up the psychic cause with the same vehemence, and even occasionally the
same intolerance with which he had once denounced it, and the old lion
bared his teeth and roared back at those who had once been his
associates. His remarkable article in the _Spectator_ began, “The obtuse
incredulity and stubborn unreason of the prelates who refused to look
through the telescope of Galileo and to observe the moons of Jupiter,
has been far transcended in our own days by those noisy
controversialists, who rashly express extreme opinions upon those
psychic matters which they have never had either the time, or the
inclination to examine”; while in a final sentence he expressed his
conviction that his opponents, “did not in truth represent the thought
of the twentieth century, but might rather be regarded as mental fossils
dug from some early Pliocene horizon.” Critics raised their hands in
horror, as is their wont, against the robust language of the article,
though violence of attack has for so many years been condoned in the
case of those who are in opposition. So we may leave Challenger, his
black mane slowly turning to grey, but his great brain growing ever
stronger and more virile as it faced such problems as the future had in
store--a future which had ceased to be bounded by the narrow horizon of
death, and which now stretched away into the infinite possibilities and
developments of continued survival of personality, character and work.
* * * * *
The marriage had taken place. It was a quiet function, but no prophet
could ever have foretold the guests whom Enid’s father had assembled in
the Whitehall Rooms. They were a happy crowd, all welded together by the
opposition of the world, and united in one common knowledge. There was
the Rev. Charles Mason, who had officiated at the ceremony, and if ever
a saint’s blessing consecrated a union, so it had been that morning. Now
in his black garb with his cheery, toothsome smile, he was moving about
among the crowd carrying peace and kindliness with him. The
yellow-bearded Mailey, the old warrior, scarred with many combats and
eager for more, stood beside his wife, the gentle squire who bore his
weapons and nerved his arm. There was Dr. Maupuis from Paris, trying to
make the waiter understand that he wanted coffee, and being presented
with toothpicks, while the gaunt Lord Roxton viewed his efforts with
cynical amusement. There, too, was the good Bolsover with several of
the Hammersmith circle, and Tom Linden with his wife, and Smith, the
fighting bull-dog from the north, and Dr. Atkinson, and Mervin the
psychic editor with his kind wife, and the two Ogilvies, and little Miss
Delicia with her bag and her tracts, and Dr. Ross Scotton, now
successfully cured, and Dr. Felkin who had cured him so far as his
earthly representative, Nurse Ursula, could fill his place. All these
and many more were visible to our two-inch spectrum of colour, and
audible to our four octaves of sound. How many others, outside those
narrow limitations, may have added their presence and their
blessing--who shall say?
* * * * *
One last scene before we close the record. It was in a sitting-room of
the Imperial Hotel at Folkestone. At the window sat Mr. and Mrs. Edward
Malone gazing westwards down Channel at an angry evening sky. Great
purple tentacles, threatening forerunners from what lay unseen and
unknown beyond the horizon, were writhing up towards the zenith. Below
the little Dieppe boat was panting eagerly homewards. Far out the great
ships were keeping mid-channel as scenting danger to come. The vague
threat of that menacing sky acted subconsciously upon the minds of both
of them.
“Tell me, Enid,” said Malone, “of all our wonderful psychic experiences,
which is now most vivid in your mind?”
“It is curious that you should ask, Ned, for I was thinking of it at
that moment. I suppose it was the association of ideas with that
terrible sky. It was of Miromar I was thinking, the strange mystery man
with his words of doom.”
“And so was I.”
“Have you heard of him since?”
“Once and once only. It was on a Sunday morning in Hyde Park. He was
speaking to a little group of men. I mixed with the crowd and listened.
It was the same warning.”
“How did they take it? Did they laugh?”
“Well, you have seen and heard him. You could not laugh, could you?”
“No, indeed. But you don’t take it seriously, Ned, do you? Look at the
solid old earth of England. Look at our great hotel and the people on
the Lees, and the stodgy morning papers and all the settled order of a
civilised land. Do you really think that anything could come to destroy
it all?”
“Who knows? Miromar is not the only one who says so.”
“Does he call it the end of the world?”
“No, no, it is the rebirth of the world--of the true world, the world as
God meant it to be.”
“It is a tremendous message. But what is amiss? Why should so dreadful a
Judgment fall?”
“It is the materialism, the wooden formalities of the churches, the
alienation of all spiritual impulses, the denial of the Unseen, the
ridicule of this new revelation--these are the causes according to him.”
“Surely the world has been worse before now?”
“But never with the same advantages--never with the education and
knowledge and so-called civilisation, which should have led it to higher
things. Look how everything has been turned to evil. We got the
knowledge of airships. We bomb cities with them. We learn how to steam
under the sea. We murder seamen with our new knowledge. We gain command
over chemicals. We turn them into explosives or poison gases. It goes
from worse to worse. At the present moment every nation upon earth is
plotting secretly how it can best poison the others. Did God create the
planet for this end, and is it likely that He will allow it to go on
from bad to worse?”
“Is it you or Miromar who is talking now?”
“Well, I have myself been brooding over the matter, and all my thoughts
seem to justify his conclusions. I read a spirit message which Charles
Mason wrote. It was: ‘The most dangerous condition for a man or a nation
is when his intellectual side is more developed than his spiritual.’ Is
that not exactly the condition of the world to-day?”
“And how will it come?”
“Ah, there I can only take Miromar’s word for it. He speaks of a
breaking of all the phials. There is war, famine, pestilence,
earthquake, flood, tidal waves--all ending in peace and glory
unutterable.”
The great purple streamers were right across the sky. A dull crimson
glare, a lurid angry glow, was spreading in the west. Enid shuddered as
she watched it.
“One thing we have learned,” said he. “It is that two souls, where real
love exists, go on and on without a break through all the spheres. Why,
then, should you and I fear death, or anything which life or death can
bring?”
She smiled and put her hand in his.
“Why, indeed?” said she.
THE END
APPENDIX
NOTE ON CHAPTER II
CLAIRVOYANCE IN SPIRITUALISTIC CHURCHES
This phenomenon, as exhibited in Spiritualistic churches or temples, as
the Spiritualists usually call them, varies very much in quality. So
uncertain is it that many congregations have given it up entirely, as it
had become rather a source of scandal than of edification. On the other
hand there are occasions, the conditions being good, the audience
sympathetic and the medium in good form, when the results are nothing
short of amazing. I was present on one occasion when Mr. Tom Tyrell of
Blackburn, speaking in a sudden call at Doncaster--a town with which he
was unfamiliar--got not only the descriptions but even the names of a
number of people which were recognised by the different individuals to
whom he pointed. I have known Mr. Vout Peters also to give forty
descriptions in a foreign city (Liége) where he had never been before,
with only one failure which was afterwards explained. Such results are
far above coincidence. What their true _raison d’être_ may be has yet to
be determined. It has seemed to me sometimes that the vapour which
becomes visible as a solid in ectoplasm, may in its more volatile
condition fill the hall, and that a spirit coming within it may show up
as an invisible shooting star comes into view when it crosses the
atmosphere of the earth. No doubt the illustration is only an analogy
but it may suggest a line of thought.
I remember being present on two occasions in Boston, Massachusetts, when
clergymen gave clairvoyance from the steps of the altar, and with
complete success. It struck me as an admirable reproduction of those
apostolic conditions when they taught “not only by words but also by
power.” All this has to come back into the Christian religion before it
will be revitalised and restored to its pristine power. It cannot,
however, be done in a day. We want less faith and more knowledge.
NOTE ON CHAPTER IX
EARTHBOUND SPIRITS
This chapter may be regarded as sensational, but as a fact there is no
incident in it for which chapter and verse may not be given. The
incident of Nell Gwynne, mentioned by Lord Roxton, was told me by
Colonel Cornwallis West as having occurred in a country house of his
own. Visitors had met the wraith in the passages and had afterwards,
when they saw the portrait of Nell Gwynne which hung in a sitting-room,
exclaimed, “Why, there is the woman I met.”
The adventure of the terrible occupant of the deserted house is taken
with very little change from the experience of Lord St. Audries in a
haunted house near Torquay. This gallant soldier told the story himself
in _The Weekly Dispatch_ (Dec., 1921), and it is admirably retold in
Mrs. Violet Tweedale’s “Phantoms of the Dawn.” As to the conversation
carried on between the clergyman and the earthbound spirit, the same
authoress has described a similar one when recording the adventures of
Lord and Lady Wynford in Glamis Castle (“Ghosts I Have Seen,” p. 175).
Whence such a spirit draws its stock of material energy is an unsolved
problem. It is probably from some mediumistic individual in the
neighbourhood. In the extremely interesting case quoted by the Rev.
Charles Mason in the narrative and very carefully observed by the
Psychic Research Society of Reykjavik in Iceland, the formidable
earthbound creature proclaimed how it got its vitality. The man was in
life a fisherman of rough and violent character who had committed
suicide. He attached himself to the medium, followed him to the séances
of the Society, and caused indescribable confusion and alarm, until he
was exorcised by some such means as described in the story. A long
account appeared in the “Proceedings of the American Society of Psychic
Research,” and also in the organ of the Psychic College, “Psychic
Science,” for January, 1925. Iceland, it may be remarked, is very
advanced in psychic science, and in proportion to its population or
opportunities is probably ahead of any other country. The Bishop of
Reykjavik is President of the Psychic Society, which is surely a lesson
to our own prelates whose disassociation from the study of such matters
is little less than a scandal. The matter relates to the nature of the
soul and to its fate in the Beyond, yet there are I believe fewer
students of the matter among our spiritual guides than among any other
profession.
NOTE ON CHAPTER X
RESCUE CIRCLES
The scenes in this chapter are drawn very closely either from personal
experience or from the reports of careful and trustworthy experimenters.
Among the latter are Mr. Tozer of Melbourne, and Mr. McFarlane of
Southsea, both of whom have run methodical circles for the purpose of
giving help to earthbound spirits. Detailed accounts of experiences
which I have personally had in the former circles are to be found in
chapters IV and VI: of my “Wanderings of a Spiritualist.” I may add that
in my own domestic circle, under my wife’s mediumship, we have been
privileged to bring hope and knowledge to some of these unhappy beings.
Full reports of a number of these dramatic conversations are to be found
in the last hundred pages of the late Admiral Usborne Moore’s “Glimpses
of the Next State.” It should be said that the Admiral was not
personally present at these sittings, but that they were carried out by
people in whom he had every confidence, and that they were confirmed by
sworn affidavits of the sitters. “The high character of Mr. Leander
Fisher,” says the Admiral, “is sufficient voucher for their
authenticity.” The same may be said of Mr. E. G. Randall, who has
published many such cases. He is one of the leading lawyers of Buffalo,
while Mr. Fisher is a Professor of Music in that city.
The natural objection is that, granting the honesty of the
investigators, the whole experience may be in some way subjective and
have no relation to real facts. Dealing with this the Admiral says: “I
made enquiries as to whether any of the spirits thus brought to
understand that they had entered a new state of consciousness had been
satisfactorily identified. The reply was that many had been discovered,
but after several had been verified it was considered useless to go on
searching for the relatives and places of abode in earth life of the
remainder. Such enquiries involved much time and labour, and always
ended with the same result.” In one of the cases cited (_op. cit._ p.
524) there is the prototype of the fashionable woman who died in her
sleep as depicted in the text. In all these instances the returning
spirit did not realise that its earth life was over.
The case of the clergyman and of the sailor from the “Monmouth” both
occurred in my presence at the circle of Mr. Tozer.
The dramatic case where the spirit of a man (it was the case of several
men in the original) manifested at the very time of the accident which
caused their death, and where the names were afterwards verified in the
newspaper report, is given by Mr. E. G. Randall. Another example given
by that gentleman may be added for the consideration of those who have
not realised how cogent is the evidence, and how necessary for us to
reconsider our views of death. It is in “The Dead Have Never Died” (p.
104).
“I recall an incident that will appeal to the purely materialistic. I
was one of my father’s executors, and after his dissolution and the
settlement of his estate, speaking to me from the next plane, he told me
one night that I had overlooked an item that he wanted to mention to me.
“I replied: ‘Your mind was ever centred on the accumulation of money.
Why take up the time that is so limited with the discussion of your
estate. It has already been divided.’
“‘Yes,’ he answered, ‘I know that, but I worked too hard for my money to
have it lost, and there is an asset remaining that you have not
discovered.’
“‘Well,’ I said, ‘if that be true, tell me about it.’
“He answered: ‘Some years before I left I loaned a small sum of money to
Susan Stone, who resided in Pennsylvania, and I took from her a
promissory note upon which, under the laws of that State, I was entitled
to enter a judgment at once without suit. I was somewhat anxious about
the loan, so, before its maturity, I took the note and filed it with the
prothonotary at Erie, Pennsylvania, and he entered judgment, which
became a lien on her property. In my books of account there was no
reference to that note or judgment. If you will go to the prothonotary’s
office in Erie, you will find the judgment on record, and I want you to
collect it. There are many things that you don’t know about, and this is
one of them.’
“I was much surprised at the information thus received, and naturally
sent for a transcript of that judgment. I found it entered Oct. 21,
1896, and with that evidence of the indebtedness I collected from the
judgment debtor seventy dollars with interest. I question if anyone knew
of that transaction besides the makers of the note and the prothonotary
at Erie. Certainly I did not know about it. I had no reason to suspect
it. The psychic present at that interview could not have known about the
matter, and I certainly collected the money. My father’s voice was
clearly recognisable on that occasion, as it has been on hundreds of
others, and I cite this instance for the benefit of those who measure
everything from a monetary standpoint.”
The most striking, however, of all these posthumous communications are
to be found in “Thirty Years Among the Dead,” by Dr. Wickland of Los
Angeles. This, like many other valuable books of the sort, can only be
obtained in Great Britain at the Psychic Bookshop in Victoria Street, S.
W.
Dr. Wickland and his heroic wife have done work which deserves the very
closest attention from the alienists of the world. If he makes his
point, and the case is a strong one, he not only revolutionises all our
ideas about insanity, but he cuts deep also into our views of
criminology, and may well show that we have been punishing as criminals
people who were more deserving of commiseration than of censure.
Having framed the view that many cases of mania were due to obsession
from undeveloped entities, and having found out by some line of enquiry,
which is not clear to me, that such entities are exceedingly sensitive
to static electricity when it is passed through the body which they have
invaded, he founded his treatment with remarkable results upon this
hypothesis. The third factor in his system was the discovery that such
entities were more easily dislodged if a vacant body was provided for
their temporary reception. Therein lies the heroism of Mrs. Wickland, a
very charming and cultivated lady, who sits in hypnotic trance beside
the subject ready to receive the invader when he is driven forth. It is
through the lips of this lady that the identity and character of the
undeveloped spirit are determined.
The subject having been strapped to the electric chair--the strapping is
very necessary as many are violent maniacs--the power is turned on. It
does not affect the patient, since it is static in its nature, but it
causes acute discomfort to the parasitical spirit, who rapidly takes
refuge in the unconscious form of Mrs. Wickland. Then follow the amazing
conversations which are chronicled in this volume. The spirit is
cross-questioned by the doctor, is admonished, instructed, and finally
dismissed either in the care of some ministering spirit who
superintends the proceedings, or relegated to the charge of some sterner
attendant who will hold him in check should he be unrepentant.
To the scientist who is unfamiliar with psychic work such a bald
statement sounds wild, and I do not myself claim that Dr. Wickland has
finally made out his case, but I do say that our experiences at rescue
circles bear out the general idea, and that he has admittedly cured many
cases which others have found intractable. Occasionally there is very
cogent confirmation. Thus in the case of one female spirit who bitterly
bewailed that she had not taken enough carbolic acid the week before,
the name and address being correctly given (_op. cit._ p. 39).
It is not apparently everyone who is open to this invasion, but only
those who are in some peculiar way psychic sensitives. The discovery,
when fully made out, will be one of the root facts of the psychology and
jurisprudence of the future.
NOTE ON CHAPTER XII
The experience of the young Frenchman and the letters or messages quoted
are extracts from a long series in the curious little book called “Le
Livre Pratique des Esprits.” It has been introduced because I have
endeavoured, in drawing a sketch of Spiritualism as I have known it, to
introduce the less pleasing shadows which intrude occasionally into the
light. Such practices, I need not say, would be condemned by any
ordinary Spiritualist, but it cannot be denied that their possibility is
disquieting and opens up unpleasant lines of speculation. They are,
however, so exceptional that it may well be doubted whether the
Frenchman was not self-deceived even if he was not drawing upon his
imagination.
NOTE ON CHAPTER XIII
DR. MAUPUIS’ EXPERIMENT
The Dr. Maupuis of the narrative is, as every student of psychic
research will realise, the late Dr. Geley, whose splendid work on this
subject will ensure his permanent fame. His was a brain of the first
order, coupled with a moral courage which enabled him to face with
equanimity the cynicism and levity of his critics. With rare judgment he
never went further than the facts carried him, and yet never flinched
from the furthest point which his reason and the evidence would justify.
By the munificence of Mr. Jean Meyer he had been placed at the head of
the Institut Métapsychique, admirably equipped for scientific work, and
he got the full value out of that equipment. When a British Jean Meyer
makes his appearance he will get no return for his money if he does not
choose a progressive brain to drive his machine. The great endowment
left to the Stanford University of California has been practically
wasted, because those in charge of it were not Geleys or Richets.
The account of Pithecanthropus is taken from the “Bulletin de
l’Institut Métapsychique.” A well-known lady has described to me how the
creature pressed between her and her neighbours, and how she placed her
hand upon his shaggy skin. An account of this séance is to be found in
Geley’s “L’Ectoplasmie et la Clairvoyance” (Felix Alcau), p. 345. On
page 296 is a photograph of the strange bird of prey upon the medium’s
head. It would take the credulity of a MacCabe to imagine that all this
is imposture.
These various animal types may assume very bizarre forms. In an
unpublished manuscript by Colonel Ochorowitz, which I have been
privileged to see, some new developments are described which are not
only formidable but also unlike any creature with which we are
acquainted.
Since animal forms of this nature have materialised under the mediumship
both of Kluski and of Guzik, their formation would seem to depend rather
upon one of the sitters than upon either of the mediums, unless we can
disconnect them entirely from the circle. It is usually an axiom among
Spiritualists that the spirit visitors to a circle represent in some way
the mental and spiritual tendency of the circle. Thus in nearly forty
years of experience I have never heard an obscene or blasphemous word at
a séance because such séances have been run in a reverent and religious
fashion. The question therefore may arise whether sittings which are
held for purely scientific and experimental purposes, without the least
recognition of their extreme religious significance, may not evoke less
desirable manifestations of psychic force. The high character, however,
of men like Richet and Geley ensure that the general tendency shall be
good.
It might be argued that a subject with such possibilities had better be
left alone. The answer seems to be that these manifestations are,
fortunately, very rare, whereas the daily comfort of spirit intercourse
illumines thousands of lives. We do not abandon exploration because the
land explored contains some noxious creatures. To abandon the subject
would be to hand it over to such forces of evil as chose to explore it
while depriving ourselves of that knowledge which would aid us in
understanding and counteracting their results.
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[A] See Appendix.
[B] See Appendix on Chapter IX.
[C] See Appendix.
[D] See Appendix.
[E] See Appendix.
Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:
Monsieur Forte, sub-editer=> Monsieur Forte, sub-editor {pg 199}
“And you, monsieur?” addressing the representative of the _Matin_.=>
“And you, monsieur?” addressing the representative of the _Matin_. {pg
209}
practicing Spirtualists=> practicing Spiritualists {pg 216}
unerring insinct=> unerring instinct {pg 232}
Profesor Challenger has had=> Professor Challenger has had {pg 242}
But about Professer Challenger=> But about Professor Challenger {pg 251}
raison d’etre=> raison d’être {pg 280}