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
embarrassment as I reflected that I was about to emerge naked before
her, but comforted myself with the thought that in all probability she
would not see me with her bodily eyes, as I was a spirit. As I emerged
from the head I floated up laterally like a soap bubble attached to
the bowl of a pipe, until I at last broke loose from the body and
fell lightly to the floor, where I slowly rose and expanded to the
full stature of a man. I seemed to be translucent, of a bluish cast
and perfectly naked. With a painful sense of embarrassment, I fled
toward the partially open door to escape the eyes of the two ladies
whom I was facing, as well as others who I knew were about me, but
upon reaching the door I found myself clothed, and satisfied upon that
point, I turned and faced the company. As I turned, my left elbow came
in contact with the arm of one of two gentlemen, who were standing
in the door. To my surprise, his arm passed _through_ mine without
apparent resistance, the several parts closing again without pain, as
air reunites. I looked quickly up at his face to see if he had noticed
the contact, but he gave me no sign--only stood and gazed toward the
couch I had just left. I directed my gaze in the direction of his,
and saw my dead body. Suddenly I discovered that I was looking at
the straight seam down the back of my coat. 'How is this, I thought,
how do I see my back?' and I looked again, to reassure myself, down
the back of my coat, or down the back of my legs to the very heels.
I put my hand to my face and felt for my eyes. They were where they
should be: I thought 'Am I like an owl that I can turn my head half
way round' I tried the experiment and failed. No! Then it must be
that, having been out of the body but a few moments, I have yet the
power to use the eyes of the body, and I turned about and looked back
in at the open door where I could see the head of my body in a line
with me. I discovered then a small cord, like a spider's web, running
from my shoulders back to my body and attaching to it at the base of
the neck, in front. I was satisfied with the conclusion that by means
of that cord, I was using the eyes of the body and, turning, walked
down the street. A small densely black cloud appeared in front of me
and advanced towards my face. I knew that I was to be stopped. I felt
the power to move or to think leaving me. My hands fell powerless
at my side, my shoulders and my head dropped forward and I knew no
more. Without previous thought and without effort on my part, my
eyes opened. I looked at my hands and then at the little white cot
upon which I was lying, and, realising that I was in the body, in
astonishment and disappointment, I exclaimed; 'What in the world has
happened to me? Must I die again?..."
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