THE SCANDINAVIAN
"There is some one here who wishes
to write, and thinks he can
use your hand. We will help him."
"I was of a number who were anxiously
studying the problem of the
unseen. What we thought, what we believed, now seems astounding to me.
We had worked out a transformation of our senses, affections,
activities, until we were not even a likeness of our human selves.
Strange, how the imagination can run riot and pose as actual unalloyed
truth!
"Then I came over. What
could
happen, only to let me sleep in utter
unconsciousness, while my guides tried to improve my condition? Years,
many years, they tell me."
'Were you an American?'
"No, I came from across the seas. I was
a Scandinavian as much as
anything. We were what today might be termed a superintellectual group,
and we prided ourselves in the destruction, (mentally,) of matter, of
sensation, of intuition. Oh, Lord What didn't we do to make ourselves
super-human! Super-ridiculous, it seems to me now! I think there are a few
of them over there now who deny all truth as commonplace, all nature as
too simple, and try to institute a cult of something not understandable by
any normal mind!
"Well, I have had my say. Can you guess
how glad I am that I was brought back to a reasonable being, looking out
upon a reasonable world, with everything making for happiness, freedom and
advancement!"
'Is that all you wish to say?'
"Mary says he has finished his
'outpouring'; he is progressing, but is like an invalid who is on the road
to recovery, but not quite well."
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