A Theory of the Mechanism of Survival: The Fourth Dimension and Its ApplicationsSmith, W. Whately (Walter Whately)
Philosophy
A Theory of the Mechanism of Survival: The Fourth Dimension and Its Applications
Smith, W. Whately (Walter Whately)
Fourth dimension; Parapsychology
"I passed some four hours in all without pulse or perceptible heart
beat, as I am informed by Dr. S.H. Raynes, who was the only physician
present. During a portion of this time several of the bystanders
thought I was dead, and, such a report being carried outside, the
village church bell was tolled. Dr. Raynes informs me, however, that
by bringing his eyes close to my face, he could perceive an occasional
short gasp, so very light as to be hardly perceptible, and that he was
several times on the point of saying, 'He is dead,' when a gasp would
occur in time to check him. He thrust a needle deep into the flesh at
different points from the feet to the hips, but got no response.[5]
Although I was pulseless for four hours, the state of apparent death
lasted only about half an hour. I lost, I believe, all power of
thought or knowledge of existence in absolute unconsciousness. I came
again into a state of conscious existence, and discovered that I was
still in the body, but the body and I had no longer any interests in
common. I looked with astonishment and joy for the first time upon
myself--the _me_, the real Ego, while the not-me closed upon all
sides like a sepulchre of clay. With all the interest of a physician
I beheld the wonders of my bodily anatomy, intimately interwoven with
which, even tissue for tissue, was I, the living soul of that dead
body. I realised my condition and calmly reasoned thus: I have died,
as man terms death, and yet I am as much a man as ever. I am about
to get out of the body. I watched the interesting process of the
separation of soul and body. By some power, apparently not my own, the
Ego was rocked to and fro, laterally as the cradle is rocked, by which
process its connection with the tissues of the body was broken up.
After a little while the lateral motions ceased, and along the soles
of the feet, beginning at the toes, passing rapidly to the heels, I
felt and heard, as it seemed the snapping of innumerable small cords.
When this was accomplished, I began slowly to retreat from the feet,
toward the head, as a rubber cord shortens. I remember reaching the
hips and saying to myself, 'Now there is no life below the hips.' I
can recall no memory of passing through the abdomen and chest, but
recollect distinctly when my whole self was collected in the head,
when I reflected thus: 'I am all the head now, and I shall soon be
free.' I passed around the brain as if it were hollow, compressing it
and its membranes slightly on all sides towards the centre, and peeped
out between the sutures of the skull, emerging like the flattened
edges of a bag of membranes! I recollect distinctly how I appeared to
myself something like a jelly fish as regards colour and form! As I
emerged, I saw two ladies sitting at my head. I measured the distance
between the head of my cot and the knees of the lady opposite the head
and concluded there was room for me to stand, but felt considerable
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