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quence refers to the direction our culture should take. We have to compose ourselves to death, Nothing loss. We are each of us a complex of desires, passions, interests, modes of thinking and feeling, opinions, prejudices, judgment of others, likings and dislikings, affections, aims public and private. These things, and whatever else constitutes the recognisable content of our present temporal individuality, are all in derogation of our ideal of impersonal being—saving consciousness, the manifestation of being. In some minute, imperfect, relative, and almost worthless sense we may be right in many of our judgments, and amiable in many of our sympathies and affections. We cannot be sure even of this. Only people unhabituated to introspection and self-analysis are quite sure of it. These arc ever those who are loudest in their censures, and most dogmatic in their opinionative utterances. In some coarse, rude fashion they are useful, it may be indispensable, to the world’s work, which is not ours, save in a transcendental sense and operation. We have to strip ourselves of all that, and to seek perfect, passionless tranquility. Then we may hope to die. Meditation, if it be deep, and long, and frequent enough will teach even our practical Western mind to understand the Hindu mind in its yearning for Nirvana. One infinitesimal atom of the great conglomerate of humanity, who enjoys the temporal, sensual life, with its gratifications and excitements as much as most, will testify with unaffected sincerity that he would rather be annihilated altogether than remain for ever what he knows himself to be, or even recognisably like it. And he is a very average moral specimen, I have heard it. said, “The world’s life and business would come to an end, there would be an end to all its healthy activity, an end of commerce, arts, manufactures, social intercourse, government, law, and science, if we were all to devote ourselves to the practice of Yoge, which is pretty much what your ideal comes to.” And the criticism is perfectly just and true. Only I believe it does not go quite far enough. Not only the activities of the world, but the phenomenal world itself, which is upheld in consciousness, would disappear or take new, more interior, more living, and more significant forms, at least for humanity, if the consciousness of humanity was itself raised to a superior state. Readers of St. Martin, and of that impressive book of the late James Hinton, Man and His Dwelling-place, especially if they have also by chance been students of the idealistic philosophies, will not think this suggestion extravagant. If all the world were Yogis, the world would have no need of those special activities, the ultimate end and purpose of which, by- the-by, our critic would find it not easy to define. And if only a few withdraw, the world can spare them. Enough of that.
Only let us not talk of this ideal of impersonal, universal being in individual consciousness as an unverified dream. Our sense and impatience of limitations are the guarantees that they are not final and insuperable. Whence is this power of standing outside myself, of recognising the worthlessness of the pseudo-judgments, of the prejudices with their lurid colouring of passion, of the temporal interests, of the ephemeral appetites, of all the sensibilities of egoism, to which I nevertheless surrender myself, so that they indeed seem myself? Through and above this troubled atmosphere I see a being, pure, passionless, rightly measuring the proportions and relations of things, for whom there is, properly speaking, no present, with its phantasms, falsities, and half-truths: who has nothing personal in the sense of being opposed to the whole of related personalities: who secs the truth rather than struggles logically towards it, and truth of which I can at present form no conception: whose activities arc unimpeded by intellectual doubt, unperverted by moral depravity, and who is indifferent to results, because he has not to guide his conduct by calculation of them, or by any estimate of their value. I look up to him with awe, because in being passionless ho sometimes seems to me to be without love. Yet I know that this is not so; only that his love is diffused by its range, and elevated in abstraction beyond my gaze and comprehension. And I gee in this being my ideal, my higher, my only true, in a word, my immortal self.
Spiritualism in India
The last mail from India has brought us from several correspondents, including Colonel and Mrs. Gordon, details enough to fill a volume, about the contention on Spiritualism going on in that country. Attention was drawn to the subject in the first in-stance by the letter of Mrs. Gordon in The Pioneer, (Allahabad), one of the best newspapers in India. All the subsequent correspondence is now before us, and some of it consists of the old and threadbare arguments for and against Spiritualism. The following letter, however, contains something new to English readers, many of whom would be glad to get facilities for the observation of the strong psychical powers possessed by a few of the Indian fakirs:—
Sir,—Was Spiritualism known in India sixty years ago? I am unable to answer the question. I only know that a Paul Jopper, in Madras, did, apparently unaided, all the strange things your correspondent, “Still in the Dark,” describes having witnessed in your issue of the 6th instant, as the transfer of rings, removal of furniture, &c., and Paul Jopper did more at seances held at very distinguished houses; indeed, where the creme de la creme alone were invited to witness the strange powers of this marvellous man. He changed their jewellery and under-linen without their knowledge, dressing the gentlemen in ladies’ belongings, and giving to the ladies frilled shirts in exchange for what was taken from them, the amiable beholders meanwhile quite unconscious of their larceny until they got home to undress. I cannot explain the agency. I only know Paul Jopper did these things while he walked up and down on the stage erected for him, entertaining his audience with legerdemain tricks. His last feat was to summon a <... continues on page 10-98 >
Editor's notes
- ↑ Spiritualism in India by unknown author, London Spiritualist, No. 376, November 7, 1879, p. 224
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London Spiritualist, No. 376, November 7, 1879, p. 224