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88 THE BEGINNINGS OF SEERSHIP.
No more than I am at other times, when I see “spirits,” and their descriptions are recog- nized. I pulled myself together and rose into the “higher state of consciousness,” 2.¢ got beyond the ordinary clairvoyant state that I generally use, say for public Clairvoyance. In this “state” I was able to see not only their fronts but also their backs. To my utter astonishment they were all follow at the back, like embossed leather, or the ordinary papier-maché mask. Then my guardians caused me to make a sign, say a word, or think a sentence—what I do not know; but directly it was done or said, these forms dis- integrated or dissolved, and vanished. To get an idea of the manner in which they disappeared the reader must imagine a cloud of steam, laden with fine dust made from cardboard, for that was the colour and the smed/, as nearly as I can describe them, of these creations of a mind which believed that God actually created a species of “ man-goat-bird” animals to torture His Humanity.
On the evening of that day—February 28, 1908—a Miss P asked if I would see her. I said “ Yes,” and she was hardly seated before a Mr. Lane was announced. When people come to “inquire” without notice, I
No more than I am at other times, when I see “spirits,” and their descriptions are recog- nized. I pulled myself together and rose into the “higher state of consciousness,” 2.¢ got beyond the ordinary clairvoyant state that I generally use, say for public Clairvoyance. In this “state” I was able to see not only their fronts but also their backs. To my utter astonishment they were all follow at the back, like embossed leather, or the ordinary papier-maché mask. Then my guardians caused me to make a sign, say a word, or think a sentence—what I do not know; but directly it was done or said, these forms dis- integrated or dissolved, and vanished. To get an idea of the manner in which they disappeared the reader must imagine a cloud of steam, laden with fine dust made from cardboard, for that was the colour and the smed/, as nearly as I can describe them, of these creations of a mind which believed that God actually created a species of “ man-goat-bird” animals to torture His Humanity.
On the evening of that day—February 28, 1908—a Miss P asked if I would see her. I said “ Yes,” and she was hardly seated before a Mr. Lane was announced. When people come to “inquire” without notice, I
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