Mysterious Psychic Forces: An Account of the Author's Investigations in Psychical Research, Together with Those of Other European SavantsFlammarion, Camille
Philosophy
Mysterious Psychic Forces: An Account of the Author's Investigations in Psychical Research, Together with Those of Other European Savants
Flammarion, Camille
Parapsychology -- Investigation; Spiritualism
While our opportunities for obtaining so valuable a subject of
demonstration increase, the simultaneity which we ask for is at last
granted; for the table raps, the bell sounds, and the tambourine is
carried tinkling over our heads all about the room, rests for a moment
on the table, and then resumes its flight in the air....
A bouquet of flowers, placed in a carafe on the larger table, comes
over onto ours, preceded by an agreeable perfume. Stems of flowers are
placed in the mouth of No. 5; and No. 8 is hit by a rubber ball, which
rebounds upon the table. The carafe comes over to join the flowers on
our table; it is then immediately lifted and put to the mouth of the
medium, and she is made to drink from it twice; between the two times
it sinks down to the table and stands there for a moment right side
up. We distinctly hear the swallowing of the water, after which Mme.
Paladino asks some one to wipe her mouth with a handkerchief. Finally,
the carafe returns to the large table.
But a transfer of a totally different character is effected in the
following way. I had complained several times that my position in the
chain at a distance from the medium had hindered me from being touched
during the seance. Suddenly, I hear a noise on the wall of the room,
followed by the tinkling of the strings of the guitar, which vibrate
as if some one were trying to take down the instrument from the wall
on which it hung. At last the effort succeeds, and the guitar comes
toward me in an oblique direction. I distinctly saw it come between me
and No. 8, with a rapidity which rendered the impact of it rather
unpleasant. Not being able at first to account to myself for this dim
black object which was driving at me, I slipped to one side (No. 8 was
seated at my left). Then the guitar, changing its route, struck
forcibly with its handle three blows upon my forehead (which remained
a little bruised for two or three days), after which it came to a rest
with delicate precision upon the table. It did not remain there very
long before it began to circle about the hall, with a rotation to the
right, quite high above our heads, and at great speed.
It is proper to remark that, in this rotation of the guitar, the
vibration of its own strings was added to the sound of the tambourine
struck sometimes on one side, sometimes on the other, in the air; and
the guitar, bulky as it was, never once struck the central supporting
electric-light rod, nor the three gas lamps fixed on the walls of the
chamber. When we take into consideration the contracted dimensions of
the room, we see that it was very difficult to avoid these obstacles,
since the space remaining free was very limited.
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