IV. Personal Adventures in the Spirit World
I do not write what follows with the expectation of convincing or converting anybody. We Spiritualists, or Spiritists--we call ourselves both, or either--never ask anybody to believe us. If they do, well and good. If not, all right. Our att.i.tude simply is that facts are facts.
There they are; believe them or not as you like. As I said the other night, in conversation with Aristotle and John Bunyan and George Washington and a few others, why should anybody believe us? Aristotle, I recollect, said that all that he wished was that everybody should know how happy he was; and Washington said that for his part, if people only knew how bright and beautiful it all was where he was, they would willingly, indeed gladly, pay the mere dollar--itself only a nominal fee--that it cost to talk to him. Bunyan, I remember, added that he himself was quite happy.
But, as I say, I never ask anybody to believe me; the more so as I was once an absolute sceptic myself. As I see it now, I was prejudiced. The mere fact that spiritual seances and the services of a medium involved the payment of money condemned the whole thing in my eyes. I did not realize, as I do now, that these _medii_, like anybody else, have got to live; otherwise they would die and become spirits.
Nor would I now place these disclosures before the public eyes were if not that I think that in the present crisis they will prove of value to the Allied cause.
But let me begin at the beginning. My own conversion to spiritualism came about, like that of so many others, through the more or less casual remark of a Friend.
Noticing me one day gloomy and depressed, this Friend remarked to me:
"Have you any belief in Spiritualism?"
Had it come from anyone else, I should have turned the question aside with a sneer. But it so happens that I owe a great deal of grat.i.tude to this particular Friend. It was he who, at a time when I was so afflicted with rheumatism that I could scarcely leap five feet into the air without pain, said to me one day quite casually: "Have you ever tried pyro for your rheumatism?" One month later I could leap ten feet in the air--had I been able to--without the slightest malaise. The same man, I may add, hearing me one day exclaiming to myself: "Oh, if there were anything that would remove the stains from my clothes!" said to me very simply and quietly: "Have you ever washed them in luxo?" It was he, too, who, noticing a haggard look on my face after breakfast one morning, inquired immediately what I had been eating for breakfast; after which, with a simplicity and directness which I shall never forget, he said: "Why not eat humpo?"
Nor can I ever forget my feeling on another occasion when, hearing me exclaim aloud: "Oh, if there were only something invented for removing the proteins and amygdaloids from a carbonized diet and leaving only the pure nitrogenous life-giving elements!" seized my hand in his, and said in a voice thrilled with emotion: "There is! It has!"
The reader will understand, therefore, that a question, or query, from such a Friend was not to be put lightly aside. When he asked if I believed in Spiritualism I answered with perfect courtesy:
"To be quite frank, I do not."
There was silence between us for a time, and then my Friend said:
"Have you ever given it a trial?"
I paused a moment, as the idea was a novel one.
"No," I answered, "to be quite candid, I have not."
Neither of us spoke for perhaps twenty minutes after this, when my Friend said:
"Have you anything against it?"
I thought awhile and then I said:
"Yes, I have."
My Friend remained silent for perhaps half an hour. Then he asked:
"What?"
I meditated for some time. Then I said:
"This--it seems to me that the whole thing is done for money. How utterly unnatural it is to call up the dead--one"s great-grandfather, let us say--and pay money for talking to him."
"Precisely," said my Friend without a moment"s pause. "I thought so. Now suppose I could bring you into contact with the spirit world through a medium, or through different _medii_, without there being any question of money, other than a merely nominal fee, the money being, as it were, left out of count, and regarded as only, so to speak, nominal, something given merely _pro forma_ and _ad interim_. Under these circ.u.mstances, will you try the experiment?"
I rose and took my Friend"s hand.
"My dear fellow," I said, "I not only will, but I shall."
From this conversation dated my connection with Spiritualism, which has since opened for me a new world.
It would be out of place for me to indicate the particular address or the particular methods employed by the agency to which my Friend introduced me. I am anxious to avoid anything approaching a commercial tinge in what I write. Moreover, their advertis.e.m.e.nt can be seen along with many others--all, I am sure, just as honourable and just as trustworthy--in the columns of any daily newspaper. As everybody knows, many methods are employed. The tapping of a table, the movement of a ouija board, or the voice of a trance medium, are only a few among the many devices by which the spirits now enter into communication with us.
But in my own case the method used was not only simplicity itself, but was so framed as to carry with it the proof of its own genuineness. One had merely to speak into the receiver of a telephone, and the voice of the spirit was heard through the transmitter as in an ordinary telephone conversation.
It was only natural, after the scoffing remark that I had made, that I should begin with my great-grandfather. Nor can I ever forget the peculiar thrill that went through me when I was informed by the head of the agency that a tracer was being sent out for Great-grandfather to call him to the phone.
Great-grandfather--let me do him this justice--was prompt. He was there in three minutes. Whatever his line of business was in the spirit world--and I was never able to learn it--he must have left it immediately and hurried to the telephone. Whatever later dissatisfaction I may have had with Great-grandfather, let me state it fairly and honestly, he is at least a punctual man. Every time I called he came right away without delay. Let those who are inclined to cavil at the methods of the Spiritualists reflect how impossible it would be to secure such punctuality on anything but a basis of absolute honesty.
In my first conversation with Great-grandfather, I found myself so absurdly nervous at the thought of the vast gulf of s.p.a.ce and time across which we were speaking that I perhaps framed my questions somewhat too crudely.
"How are you, great-grandfather?" I asked.
His voice came back to me as distinctly as if he were in the next room:
"I am happy, very happy. Please tell everybody that I am _happy_."
"Great-grandfather," I said. "I will. I"ll see that everybody knows it.
Where are you, great-grandfather?"
"Here," he answered, "beyond."
"Beyond what?"
"Here on the other side."
"Side of which?" I asked.
"Of the great vastness," he answered. "The other end of the Illimitable."
"Oh, I see," I said, "that"s where you are."
We were silent for some time. It is amazing how difficult it is to find things to talk about with one"s great-grandfather. For the life of me I could think of nothing better than:
"What sort of weather have you been having?"
"There is no weather here," said Great-grandfather. "It"s all bright and beautiful all the time."
"You mean bright sunshine?" I said.
"There is no sun here," said Great-grandfather.
"Then how do you mean--" I began.
But at this moment the head of the agency tapped me on the shoulder to remind me that the two minutes" conversation for which I had deposited, as a nominal fee, five dollars, had expired. The agency was courteous enough to inform me that for five dollars more Great-grandfather would talk another two minutes.