Mysterious Psychic Forces: An Account of the Author's Investigations in Psychical Research, Together with Those of Other European Savants
John Stuart Mill · en
I should like to have seen _luminous phenomena_ produced, visions of
brilliant lights, of sudden gleams of fire. M. Flammarion hoped that
we were going to see some of these. He asked for them. But Eusapia was
evidently fatigued by this long and very interesting seance. She asked
for "_un poco di luce_" ("a little light"). The lamps were relighted.
Everything was finished.
This morning I recall with a kind of anxious curiosity the least
details of this very fascinating soiree. When we had returned to the
observatory, on leaving our amiable hosts, I asked myself if I had
been in a dream. But I said to myself, "We were present at the skilful
performances of a woman prestidigitator; we witnessed only theatrical
tricks." My son recalled to me the prodigies of skill of the brothers
Isola. This morning, strange to say, reflection makes me at once more
perplexed and less incredulous. We perhaps witnessed (we undoubtedly
did witness) the manifestation of an unknown force which will
hereafter be studied and perhaps one day utilized. I should no longer
dare to deny the genuineness of Spiritualism. It isn't a question of
animal magnetism: it is something else, I know not what; a _quid
divinum_ (a divine something), although science will some day analyze
it and catalogue it. That which perhaps astonished me the most was
the curtain swelling out like a sail! Where did the puff of wind come
from? A regular breeze would have been needed to put such life into it
as that. However, I do not discuss: I give in my evidence. I have seen
these things, observed them carefully. I shall think of them for a
long time. I do not stop here. I shall seek an explanation. Possibly I
shall find one. But this much is certain, that we ought to be modest
in the presence of all that appears to us to be for the moment
inexplicable, and that, before affirming or denying, we ought to wait,
to reserve our judgment.
In the mean time, while feeling of my right maxillary tooth, which is
a little sore, I think of that line of Regnard and allow myself to
mangle it a little while recalling that hard music-box,--
"_Je vois que c'est un corps et non pas un esprit._"
(I see that it is a body and not a spirit.)
Report of Dr. Gustave Le Bon
(_Seance of November 28_)
(There were present at this seance, besides the hosts, M. and Mme.
Brisson, MM. Gustave Le Bon, Baschet, de Sergines, Louis Vignon,
Laurent, Ed. de Rothschild, Delanne, Bloch, Mathieu, Ephrussi, Mme. la
Comtesse de Chevigne, Mmes. Gagneur, Syamour, Fourton, Basilewska,
Bisschofsheim.)
Eusapia is undoubtedly a marvellous subject. It struck me as something
wonderful that, while I was holding her hand, she was playing on an
imaginary tambourine to which the sounds of the tambourine that was
behind the curtain accurately corresponded.