The Varieties of Religious Experience: A Study in Human NatureJames, William
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The Varieties of Religious Experience: A Study in Human Nature
James, William
Conversion; Experience (Religion); Philosophy and religion; Psychology, Religious; Religion
“Coming out of the café I met the carriage of Monsieur B. [the
proselyting friend]. He stopped and invited me in for a drive, but
first asked me to wait for a few minutes whilst he attended to
some duty at the church of San Andrea delle Fratte. Instead of
waiting in the carriage, I entered the church myself to look at
it. The church of San Andrea was poor, small, and empty; I believe
that I found myself there almost alone. No work of art attracted
my attention; and I passed my eyes mechanically over its interior
without being arrested by any particular thought. I can only
remember an entirely black dog which went trotting and turning
before me as I mused. In an instant the dog had disappeared, the
whole church had vanished, I no longer saw anything, ... or more
truly I saw, O my God, one thing alone.
“Heavens, how can I speak of it? Oh no! human words cannot attain
to expressing the inexpressible. Any description, however sublime
it might be, could be but a profanation of the unspeakable truth.
“I was there prostrate on the ground, bathed in my tears, with my
heart beside itself, when M. B. called me back to life. I could
not reply to the questions which followed from him one upon the
other. But finally I took the medal which I had on my breast, and
with all the effusion of my soul I kissed the image of the Virgin,
radiant with grace, which it bore. Oh, indeed, it was She! It was
indeed She! [What he had seen had been a vision of the Virgin.]
“I did not know where I was: I did not know whether I was Alphonse
or another. I only felt myself changed and believed myself another
me; I looked for myself in myself and did not find myself. In the
bottom of my soul I felt an explosion of the most ardent joy; I
could not speak; I had no wish to reveal what had happened. But I
felt something solemn and sacred within me which made me ask for a
priest. I was led to one; and there, alone, after he had given me
the positive order, I spoke as best I could, kneeling, and with my
heart still trembling. I could give no account to myself of the
truth of which I had acquired a knowledge and a faith. All that I
can say is that in an instant the bandage had fallen from my eyes;
and not one bandage only, but the whole manifold of bandages in
which I had been brought up. One after another they rapidly
disappeared, even as the mud and ice disappear under the rays of
the burning sun.
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