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The Bright Messenger

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1200    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

n-it was free to all, and as Spiritual Clinique he thought of it sometimes with a smile-may be summed up in the single sentence that man is greater than he knows, and that c

optimism, since it was largely in collapse that occurred the sporadic upheaval of those super-norma

etails of one case in particular whose outstanding peculiarities affected his theories and convictions, leaving him open-minded still, but with a breath of awe in his

ssion rises readily to adequate evocation; and it was the study of genius, of prodigies, so-called, and of certain faculties shown sometimes in hysteria, that led him to believe these were small jets

stablished, step by step, these greater powers. He dared to foresee a time when the limitations of separate personality wo

of the bigger self, its astonishing faculty for dramatizing its conte

emory. These fragments it could project, so to speak, masquerading convincingly as separate entities, using strange languages, offering detailed knowledge of other conditions, distant in ti

The past, on rare occasions even the future, lay open; the entire planetary memory, stored with rich and pregnant accumulated experience, was

s must come greater knowledge, shared as by instantaneous wireless over the entire planet, and misunderstanding, chief obstacle to progress always, would be impossible. A huge unity, sense of oneness must follow. Moral growth would accompany the increase of faculty. And here and there, it seemed to him, the surface ice had thawed

though not yet the actual belief, that haunted and inspired him. Behind his p

o suit his exact requirements; there were private suites, each with its door and staircase to the street; one part of it provided his own living quarters, shut off entirely from the patients' side; in another, eq

e race, in whose progress and infinite capacities he hopefully believed. Work was his love, the advancement of humanity his god. The war availed itself of his gre

pe that shirks conclusions, nor fears to look facts in the face. For really new knowledge he was ever ready to yi

progress, it proved such progress to be so slow that his Utopia faded into remotest distance, and

nser possibilities. To such, the evidence for extended human faculties must seem explicable by fraud, illusion, derangement, to be classed as abnormal rubbish worthy only of the alienist's attention as diseases. To him such minds, though able, with big int

evident by merely stating that he now understood

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