The Wonderful Story of RavaletteRandolph, Paschal Beverly
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The Wonderful Story of Ravalette
Randolph, Paschal Beverly
Rosicrucians -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
comprehending innumerable mysteries that lie enshrouded in dim regions
far beyond the ken of ordinary man. Dreamer! you shall comprehend your
dreams. Rosicrucian! you shall comprehend the Light, the Tower, and the
Flame, and where Artefius and Zimati failed you shall find success! It
is difficult, if not impossible, to either over-rate the advantages to
be derived by the possession of the power I allude to, or to define and
characterize it in words, mainly for the reason that, although the idea
stands out well marked and distinct before the mind, yet the language
which you speak has no terms of symbols adequate to its naming or
expression; for, at best, words are coarse raiment for thought, and no
more show the beauty of what they cover, than the preposterous costumes
of Christendom display the superlative glories of the human form. The
soul that sleeps this slumber passes through a gate which even the
privileged dead cannot enter, save once in a century, and then only by
reason of neutrality, for positive people are to be counted by the
billion on either side the grave, negative people outnumber them ten
million to one, while neutrals are, like cold heat, very rare indeed. I
trust we shall yet assist each other.’
“Now, I had, two hours before, on seeing him eat and drink, hastily
abandoned my ghostly hypothesis regarding the little queer old man. But
now, as he talked so strangely, and so grandly indicated the Door of the
Dome of all possible human knowledge and attainment, the mystery that
wrapped him changed its character, but enveloped him in a ten-fold gloom
and shadow, that continually grew more thick and dense, so much so,
indeed, that, but for his eating, and the fact that several persons in
the house beside myself had seen and exchanged speech with and touched
him, I certainly should have doubted the evidence of my senses, and set
the whole thing down, from the scene in the office till his departure,
to the account of a disturbed imagination. There was a something
unearthly about his voice and manner; and once, when he turned his
chair, the upper part of his right thigh came in direct contact with
the red-hot stove, and I watched it there until the chair was ruined by
the fire, and the smoke of its varnish and seat fairly filled the room,
and yet he was not burned, but coolly rose and opened the door for the
smoke to escape, and then resumed his seat as if nothing whatever had
happened; and, two or three times in the course of the evening, I not
only felt a chilly atmosphere proceed from him, but distinctly saw his
skeleton beneath his thin, parchment-like skin, as if but the thinnest
integument had been loosely thrown over it to hide its naked deformity
by some mouldy tenant of the grave, doomed to expiate its offences by
again walking the earth with embodied human beings. Could it be that I
had struck the truth, and that this mysterious Miakus was in reality
such a vampire as we read of in German story?”
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