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76 INTERIOR VISION.
Another proof, while I write. The Cambridge gentleman, alluded to a While since, has just related to me the following strange experience with his mirror: —
“A short time ago while looking in my mirror, my attention was arrested by the appearance of an object resembling a vast and distant mountain. Even while I gazed upon its craggy outlines, it changed into the semblance of an enormous cloud, moving toward the top of the glass, dividing itself into two parts, and gradually evanishing from sight. And now a train of curious, but indistinct, objects began to pass in panoramic order across the sublime field of the marvellous glass. Suddenly the mirror became radiant with auroral light, and things flashed across it with electric speed. Barren regions, utterly destitute of verdure; rugged mountains, awful chasms, fearful precipices passed, —immediately followed by a majestic sweep of planets, stars, suns, systems, galaxies, in awful splendor and unutterable majesty. They sailed away, and seemed to leave me solitary and alone, standing hard by the confines, as it were, of an awful, vast eternity -—a stranger in an unearthly clime — an infinitesimal mote in space —the merest speck in existence — the nearest approach to Nothing, without power to comprehend the vast, boundless, limitless vault before, beneath, above, and around me. Amazed at the awful sublimity of the scene, I was on the point of calling for an explanation, which I undoubtedly should have obtained, when my solitude was broken by the entrance of one of those cast-iron, matter-offact men, whose only idea is the dollar; and to my great annoyance the mirror ceased to reflect the image of the Eternal, and the séance for that time was ended.”
The superiority of Psycho-vision té the so-called mediumism of the day, for all purposes whatever, is too apparent to need further argument. Spiritual manifestations subserve the grand end of demonstrating the sublime fact of post-mortem existence, but, as a revelative power, otherwise is of but very little use; and the quality of mediumship unquestionably injurious, because it is impossible to know whether the possessing invisible is good or evil. A ‘‘ Hearsay” is good; but ‘“‘I see and know,” is a great deal better. The thought here intended to be conveyed, was very elegantly and forcibly expressed by Dr. Uriah Clark, a man who had the bravery to openly denounce the imposture and pretence of modern spiritualism, in defence of a truer and higher kind, direct from God.
“ The trifling tricks passing for modern spiritual phenomena pale into insignificance before the magnificent phenomena of Nature and the Revelations of God in human history. ‘Yon brave o’erhanging firmament,’ ‘fretted with golden fire;’? yon cloud-capped mountains pushing their white cones into the heavens; yon glorious landscapes sweeping into the distant horizon; the murmur of myriads of sentient existences swarming the air and earth around; the eternal roar of old ocean, and the zolian melody of the morning and the evening breeze; the songs of woodlands,
Another proof, while I write. The Cambridge gentleman, alluded to a While since, has just related to me the following strange experience with his mirror: —
“A short time ago while looking in my mirror, my attention was arrested by the appearance of an object resembling a vast and distant mountain. Even while I gazed upon its craggy outlines, it changed into the semblance of an enormous cloud, moving toward the top of the glass, dividing itself into two parts, and gradually evanishing from sight. And now a train of curious, but indistinct, objects began to pass in panoramic order across the sublime field of the marvellous glass. Suddenly the mirror became radiant with auroral light, and things flashed across it with electric speed. Barren regions, utterly destitute of verdure; rugged mountains, awful chasms, fearful precipices passed, —immediately followed by a majestic sweep of planets, stars, suns, systems, galaxies, in awful splendor and unutterable majesty. They sailed away, and seemed to leave me solitary and alone, standing hard by the confines, as it were, of an awful, vast eternity -—a stranger in an unearthly clime — an infinitesimal mote in space —the merest speck in existence — the nearest approach to Nothing, without power to comprehend the vast, boundless, limitless vault before, beneath, above, and around me. Amazed at the awful sublimity of the scene, I was on the point of calling for an explanation, which I undoubtedly should have obtained, when my solitude was broken by the entrance of one of those cast-iron, matter-offact men, whose only idea is the dollar; and to my great annoyance the mirror ceased to reflect the image of the Eternal, and the séance for that time was ended.”
The superiority of Psycho-vision té the so-called mediumism of the day, for all purposes whatever, is too apparent to need further argument. Spiritual manifestations subserve the grand end of demonstrating the sublime fact of post-mortem existence, but, as a revelative power, otherwise is of but very little use; and the quality of mediumship unquestionably injurious, because it is impossible to know whether the possessing invisible is good or evil. A ‘‘ Hearsay” is good; but ‘“‘I see and know,” is a great deal better. The thought here intended to be conveyed, was very elegantly and forcibly expressed by Dr. Uriah Clark, a man who had the bravery to openly denounce the imposture and pretence of modern spiritualism, in defence of a truer and higher kind, direct from God.
“ The trifling tricks passing for modern spiritual phenomena pale into insignificance before the magnificent phenomena of Nature and the Revelations of God in human history. ‘Yon brave o’erhanging firmament,’ ‘fretted with golden fire;’? yon cloud-capped mountains pushing their white cones into the heavens; yon glorious landscapes sweeping into the distant horizon; the murmur of myriads of sentient existences swarming the air and earth around; the eternal roar of old ocean, and the zolian melody of the morning and the evening breeze; the songs of woodlands,
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