—"How do you propose to fight the forces bringing on the crisis?"
—"Well . . ." Ben did not use the word, but the delay in his thought produced the impression. "As we see it, in order to make men free, free so that they may develop as men and not as animals; it is necessary that we undo what the Young
Men did. The Young Men refused to permit any but their own select few to share in the racial heritage of ancient knowledge. For men again to become free and strong and independent it is necessary to return to each man his ancient knowledge and his ancient powers."
--"That is true; what do you intend to do about it?"
--"We will go out and tell about it. We all three are in the educational system; we can make ourselves heard—I, in the medical school at Western; Phil and Joan in the department of psychology. With the training you have given us we can overturn the traditional ideas in short order. We can start a renaissance in education that will prepare the way for everyone to receive the wisdom that you, our elders, can offer them."
—"Do you think that it will be as simple as that?"
—"Why not? Oh, we don"t expect it to be simple. We know that we will run head on into some of the most cherished misconceptions of everyone, but we can use that very fact to help. It will be spectacular; we can get publicity through it that will call attention to our work. You have taught us enough that we can prove that we are right. For example—suppose we put on a public demonstration of levitation, and proved before thousands of people that human mind could do the things we know it can? Suppose we said that anyone could learn such things who first learned the techniques of telepathy? Why, in a year, or two, the whole nation could be taught telepathy, and be ready for the reading of the records, and all that that implies!"
Howe"s mind was silent for several long minutes—no message reached them. The three stirred uneasily under his thoughtful, sober gaze. Finally, —"If it were as simple as that, would we not have done it before?"
It was the turn of the three to be silent. Howe continued kindly,—"Speak up, my children. Do not be afraid. Tell us your thoughts freely. You will not offend us.
The thought that Coburn sent in answer was hesitant—"If is difficult . . . Many of you are very old, and we know that all of you are wise. Nevertheless, it seems to us, in our youth, that you have waited overly long in acting. We feel—we feel that you have allowed the pursuit of understanding to son your will to action. From our standpoint, you have waited from year to year, perfecting an organization that will never be perfected, while the storm that overturns the world is gathering its force."
The elders pondered before Ephraim Howe answered.—"It may be that you are right, dearly beloved children, yet it does not seem so to us. We have not attempted to place the ancient knowledge in the hands of all men because few are ready for it. It is no more safe in childish minds than matches in childish hands.
—"And yet . . . you may be right. Mark Twain thought so, and was given permission to tell all that "he had learned. He did so, writing so that anyone ready for the knowledge could understand. No one did. In desperation he set forth specifically how to become telepathic. Still no one took him seriously,
The more seriously he spoke, the more his readers laughed. He died embittered.
—"We would not have you believe that we have done nothing. This republic, with its uncommon emphasis on personal freedom and human dignity, would not have endured as long as it has had we not helped. We chose Lincoln. Oliver Wendell
Holmes was one of us. Walt Whitman was our beloved brother, In a thousand ways we have supplied help, when needed, to avert a setback toward slavery and darkness."
The thought paused, then continued.—"Yet each must act as he sees it. It is still your decision to do this?"
Ben spoke aloud, in a steady voice, "It is!"
—"So let it be! Do you remember the history of Salem?"
--"Salem? Where the witchcraft trials were held? ... Do you mean to warn us that we may be persecuted as witches?"
—"No. There are no laws against witchcraft today, of course. It would be better if there were. We hold no monopoly on the power of knowledge; do not expect an easy victory. Beware of those who hold, some portion of the ancient knowledge and use it to a base purpose—witches . . . black magicians!"
The conference concluded and rapport loosed, Ephraim Howe shook hands solemnly all around and bade them goodby.
"I envy you kids," he said, "going off like Jack the Giant Killer to tackle the whole educational system. You"ve got your work cut out for you. Do you remember what Mark Twain said? "G.o.d made an idiot for practice, then he made a school board." Still, I"d like to come along."
"Why don"t you, sir?"
"Eh? No, "twouldn"t do. I don"t really believe in your plan. F"r instance—it was frequently a temptation during the years I spent peddlin" hardware in the State of Maine to show people better ways of doing things. But I didn"t do it; people are used to paring knives and ice cream freezers, and they won"t thank you to show them how to get along without them, just by the power of the mind. Not all at once, anyhow. They"d read you out of meetin"—and lynch you, too, most probably.
"Still, I"ll be keeping an eye on you."
Joan reached up and kissed him good-bye. They left.
CHAPTER TEN.
Lions Mouth
PHIL PICKED HIS LARGEST CLa.s.s to make the demonstration which was to get the newspapers interested in them.
They had played safe to the extent of getting back to Los Angeles and started with the fall semester before giving anyone cause to suspect that they possessed powers out of ordinary. Joan had been bound over not to levitate, not to indulge in practical jokes involving control over inanimate objects, not to startle strangers with weird abilities of any sort. She had accepted the injunctions meekly, so meekly that Coburn claimed to be worried.
"It"s not normal," he objected. "She can"t grow up as fast as all that. Let me see your tongue, my dear."
"Pooh," she answered, displaying that member in a most undiagnostic manner,
"Master Ling said I was further advanced along the Way than either one of you."
" "The heathen Chinee is peculiar." He was probably just encouraging you to grow up. Seriously, Phil, hadn"t we better put her into a deep hypnosis and scoot her back up the mountain for diagnosis and readjustment?"
"Ben Coburn, you cast an eye in my direction and I"ll bung it out!"
Phil built up to his key demonstration with care. His lectures were sufficiently innocuous that he could afford to have his head of department drop in without fear of reprimand or interference. But the combined effect was to prepare the students emotionally for what was to come. Carefully selected a.s.signments for collateral reading heightened his chances.
"Hypnosis is a subject but vaguely understood," he began his lecture on the selected day, "and for-merly cla.s.sed with witchcraft, magic, and so forth, as silly superst.i.tion. But it is a commonplace thing today and easily demonstrated.
Consequently the most conservative psychologists must recognize its existence and try to observe its characteristics." He went on cheerfully uttering bromides and common-places, while he sized up the emotional att.i.tude of the cla.s.s.
When he felt that they were ready to accept the ordinary phenomena of hypnosis without surprise, he called Joan, who had attended for the purpose, up to the front of the room. She went easily into a state of light hypnosis. They ran quickly through the small change of hypnotic phenomena—catalepsy, compulsion, post-hypnotic suggestion—while he kept up a running chatter about the relation between the minds of the operator and the subject, the possibility of direct telepathic control, the Rhine experiments, and similar matters, orthodox in themselves, but close to the borderline of heterodox thought.
Then he offered to attempt to reach the mind of the subject telepathically. "
Each student was invited to write something on a slip of paper. A volunteer floor committee collected the slips, and handed them to Huxley one at a time. He solemnly went through the hocus-pocus of glancing at each one, while Joan read them off as his eyes rested on them. She stumbled convincingly once or twice.—"Nice work, kid."—"Thanks, pal. Can"t I pep it up a little?"—"None of your bright ideas. Just Keep on as you are. They"re eating out of our hands now."
By such easy stages he led them around to the idea that mind and will could exercise control over the body much more complete than that ordinarily encountered. He pa.s.sed lightly over the tales of Hindu holy men who could lift themselves up into the air and even travel from place to place.
"We have an exceptional opportunity to put such tales to practical test," he told them. "The subject believes fully any statement made by the operator. I shall tell Miss Freeman that she is to exert her will power, and rise up off the floor. It is certain that she will believe that she can do it. Her will will be in an optimum condition to carry out the order, if it can be done. Miss
Freeman!"
"Yes, Mr. Huxley."
"Exert your will. Rise up in the air!"
Joan rose straight up into the air, some six feet— until her head nearly touched the high ceiling. —"How"m doin," pal?"—Swell, kid, you"re wowin "em. Look at "em stare!"
At that moment Brinkley burst into the room, rage in his eyes.
"Mr. Huxley, you have broken your word to me, and disgraced this university!" It was some ten minutes after the fiasco ending the demonstration. Huxley faced the president in Brinkley"s private office.