Lucifer: A Theosophical Magazine. Volume I. September 1887-February 1888.Various
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Lucifer: A Theosophical Magazine. Volume I. September 1887-February 1888.
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His reason still urging him to reject the testimony of his sight,
Gaston advanced nearer to the figure. It remained motionless,
outlined distinctly in the moonlight, on the path bordered by a row
of pepper trees where the body of Verga had been found. Again Gaston
went forward; he could now by stretching out his hand almost have
touched the figure; his eyes looked straight into the eyes of the
man whom he knew to have lain for thirty years in his coffin. While
gazing fixedly and with fascination upon this creature from the
grave, which, though he knew it to be bodiless, seemed full real to
him, Gaston felt his senses being subdued; and, before he could
exert will enough to repel an influence which flowed in upon him as
it were waves of blinding light, he was rapt out of himself, and
held for the space of a minute or so in what is best described as a
magnetic sleep or trance. He remained upright and rigid; his brain a
whirl of excitement, with an accompanying painful consciousness; the
body of the emotion being a confused and very indefinite feeling of
fear—whether for himself or for some other person, he did not know.
This feeling becoming slightly more definite, he knew that the fear
he felt was not for himself, but for another; yet who that other
was, he could not tell. It was the same when a voice said plainly in
his ear, that what had been begun must be finished; the voice was
piercing in its clearness, and he knew that it was the voice of one
dear to him; but whose, he could not divine.
This curious sleep lasted, as I have said, for about a minute; and
when Gaston awoke he was standing precisely as he had been when
seized in the trance. He looked for the apparition; it was not
there. He moved to the path, placed himself on the very spot where,
but a minute before, the form in the likeness of Udalrico Verga had
stood. There was nothing. He looked round him; from this path he
could see over the whole garden; it slept motionless in the
moonlight, and his was the only figure in it. Gaston returned to the
house in a condition of extreme nervous excitement.
In this condition, and almost before he had reached the room in
which he usually sat, the story of the murder was flashed in upon
his mind; he read it as plainly as if it were traced in English
characters on the wall before him. Fancying himself still under some
abnormous influence, which when it passed away would carry the story
with it, he at once sat down and committed an abstract of it to
paper.
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