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purposes perfectly normal. Possibly some of your readers may have had similar experiences, and will let me know how far they tally with mine, and whether their conclusion agrees with mine, z.¢. that “‘I,’ ‘Me, and ‘It’” is the nearest solution.
One afternoon a few weeks ago I went to sleep on the sofa; after a time, probably about forty minutes, I became aware that there was an indis- tinct conversation going on somewhere very near me. Knowing that all my people were out and that my house stands detached in its own grounds, I wondered what it meant. Then I realized that Iwasasleep and was “hearing” clair-audiently, and that those who were conversing were not “spirits,” but some one inside me and some one outside of me, and yet part of me, because both voices were “ Turvey” in language, etc. I caught no sentence, save here and there a word or two such as “understand—no condition—not yet,” etc. Then I heard the sentence, “ But you had better wake 77 up now, as there is a man coming to the house in a minute.” I woke and had just enough time to throw off my rug and smooth my hair with my hand, when the front door bell rang. As I did not expect a visitor, it was not a fixed thought that woke me, as is a common experi- ence with every one. I do not intend to offer any theory, and will only say that the nearest simile I can give to describe my feelings is this: Let us suppose thdt a shop can hear people talk- ing ; that the shop is in charge of a manager, and that the owner never or rarely visits the shop. Well! I felt as if the brain was the shop,
purposes perfectly normal. Possibly some of your readers may have had similar experiences, and will let me know how far they tally with mine, and whether their conclusion agrees with mine, z.¢. that “‘I,’ ‘Me, and ‘It’” is the nearest solution.
One afternoon a few weeks ago I went to sleep on the sofa; after a time, probably about forty minutes, I became aware that there was an indis- tinct conversation going on somewhere very near me. Knowing that all my people were out and that my house stands detached in its own grounds, I wondered what it meant. Then I realized that Iwasasleep and was “hearing” clair-audiently, and that those who were conversing were not “spirits,” but some one inside me and some one outside of me, and yet part of me, because both voices were “ Turvey” in language, etc. I caught no sentence, save here and there a word or two such as “understand—no condition—not yet,” etc. Then I heard the sentence, “ But you had better wake 77 up now, as there is a man coming to the house in a minute.” I woke and had just enough time to throw off my rug and smooth my hair with my hand, when the front door bell rang. As I did not expect a visitor, it was not a fixed thought that woke me, as is a common experi- ence with every one. I do not intend to offer any theory, and will only say that the nearest simile I can give to describe my feelings is this: Let us suppose thdt a shop can hear people talk- ing ; that the shop is in charge of a manager, and that the owner never or rarely visits the shop. Well! I felt as if the brain was the shop,
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