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Cosmic Consciousness 

A Study in the Evolution of the Human Mind 




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Dedication from the first edition 


22 November, 1868-8 December, 1899 

8 December, 1900 


A year ago to-day, in the prime of youth, of health and of strength, in an instant, by a terrible and 
fatal accident, you were removed forever from this world in which your mother and I still live. Of 
all young men I have known you were the most pure, the most noble, the most honourable, the most 

tender-hearted. In the business of life you were industrious, honest, faithful, intelligent and entirely 
trustworthy. How at the time we felt your loss—how we still feel it~I would not set down even if I 
could. I desire to speak here of my confident hope, not of my pain. I will say that through the 
experiences which underlie this volume I have been taught, that in spite of death and the grave, 
although you are beyond the range of our sight and hearing, notwithstanding that the universe of 
sense testifies to your absence, you are not dead and not really absent, but alive and well and not far 
from me this moment. If I have been permitted—no, not to enter, but— through the narrow aperture of 
a scarcely opened door, to glance one instant into that other divine world, it was surely that I might 
thereby be enabled to live through the receipt of those lightning-flashed words from Montana which 
time burns only deeper and deeper into my brain. 

Only a little while now and we shall be again together and with us those other noble and well- 
beloved souls gone before. I am sure I shall meet you and them; that you and I shall talk of a 
thousand things and of that unforgettable day and of all that followed it; and that we shall clearly 
see that all were parts of an infinite plan which was wholly wise and good. Do you see and approve 
as I write these words? It may well be. Do you read from within what I am now thinking and 
feeling? If you do you know how dear to me you were while you yet lived and what we call life 
here and how much more dear you have become to me since. 

Because of the indissoluble links of birth and death wrought by nature and fate between us; because 
of my love and because of my grief; above all because of the infinite and inextinguishable 
confidence there is in my heart, 

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I inscribe to you this book, which, full as it is of imperfections which render it unworthy of your 
acceptance, has nevertheless sprung from the divine assurance born of the deepest insight of the 
noblest members of your race. 

So long! dear boy. 


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WHAT is Cosmic Consciousness? The present volume is an attempt to answer this question; but 
notwithstanding it seems well to make a short prefatory statement in as plain language as possible 
so as to open the door, as it were, for the more elaborate exposition to be attempted in the body of 
the work. Cosmic Consciousness, then, is a higher form of consciousness than that possessed by the 
ordinary man. This last is called Self Consciousness and is that faculty upon which rests all of our 
life (both subjective and objective) which is not common to us and the higher animals, except that 
small part of it which is derived from the few individuals who have had the higher consciousness 
above named. To make the matter clear it must be understood that there are three forms or grades of 
consciousness. (1) Simple Consciousness, which is possessed by say the upper half of the animal 
kingdom. By means of this faculty a dog or a horse is just as conscious of the things about him as a 
man is; he is also conscious of his own limbs and body and he knows that these are a part of 
himself (2) Over and above this Simple Consciousness, which is possessed by man as by animals, 
man has another which is called Self Consciousness. By virtue of this faculty man is not only 
conscious of trees, rocks, waters, his own limbs and body, but he becomes conscious of himself as a 
distinct entity apart from all the rest of the universe. It is as good as certain that no animal can 
realize himself in that way. Further, by means of self consciousness, man (who knows as the animal 
knows) becomes capable of treating his own mental states as objects of consciousness. The animal 
is, as it were, immersed in his consciousness as a fish in the sea; he cannot, even in imagination, get 
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for one moment so as to realize it. But man by virtue of self consciousness can step aside, as it 
were, from himself and think: "Yes, that thought that I had about that matter is true; I know it is true 
and I know that I know it is true." The writer has been asked: "How do you know that animals 
cannot think in the same manner?" The answer is simple and conclusive—it is: There is no evidence 
that any animal can so think, but if they could we should soon know it. Between two creatures 
living together, as dogs or horses and men, and each self conscious, it would be the simplest matter 
in the world to open up communication. Even as it is, diverse as is our psychology, we do, by 
watching his acts, enter into the dog's mind pretty freely~we see what is going on there~we know 
that the dog sees and hears, smells and tastes~we know that he has intelligence—adapts means to 
ends—that he reasons. If he was self conscious we must have learned it long ago. We have not 
learned it and it is as good as certain that no dog, horse, elephant or ape ever was self conscious. 
Another thing: on man's self consciousness is built everything in and about us distinctively human. 
Language is the objective of which self consciousness is the subjective. Self consciousness and 
language (two in one, for they are two halves of the same thing) are the sine qua non of human 
social life, of manners, of institutions, of industries of all kinds, of all arts useful and fine. If any 
animal possessed self consciousness it seems certain that it would upon that master faculty build (as 
man has done) a superstructure of language; of reasoned out customs, industries, art. But no animal 
has done this, therefore we infer that no animal has self consciousness. 

The possession of self consciousness and language (its other self) by man creates an enormous gap 
between him and the highest creature possessing simple consciousness merely. 

Cosmic Consciousness is a third form which is as far above Self Consciousness as is that above 
Simple Consciousness. With this form, of course, both simple and self consciousness persist (as 
simple consciousness persists when self consciousness is acquired), but added to them is the new 
faculty so often named 

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and to be named in this volume. The prime characteristic of cosmic consciousness is, as its name 
implies, a consciousness of the cosmos, that is, of the life and order of the universe. What these 
words mean cannot be touched upon here; it is the business of this volume to throw some light upon 
them. There are many elements belonging to the cosmic sense besides the central fact just alluded 
to. Of these a few may be mentioned. Along with the consciousness of the cosmos there occurs an 
intellectual enlightenment or illumination which alone would place the individual on a new plane of 
existence— would make him almost a member of a new species. To this is added a state of moral 
exaltation, an indescribable feeling of elevation, elation, and joyousness, and a quickening of the 
moral sense, which is fully as striking and more important both to the individual and to the race 
than is the enhanced intellectual power. With these come, what may be called a sense of 
immortality, a consciousness of eternal life, not a conviction that he shall have this, but the 
consciousness that he has it already. 

Only a personal experience of it, or a prolonged study of men who have passed into the new life, 
will enable us to realize what this actually is; but it has seemed to the present writer that to pass in 
review, even briefly and imperfectly, instances in which the condition in question has existed would 
be worth while. He expects his work to be useful in two ways: First, in broadening the general view 
of human life by comprehending in our mental vision this important phase of it, and by enabling us 
to realize, ire some measure, the true status of certain men who, down to the present, are either 
exalted, by the average self conscious individual, to the rank of gods, or, adopting the other 
extreme, are adjudged insane. And in the second place he hopes to furnish aid to his fellow men in a 
far more practical and important sense. The view he takes is that our descendants will sooner or 
later reach, as a race, the condition of cosmic consciousness, just as, long ago, our ancestors passed 
from simple to self consciousness. He believes that this step in evolution is even now being made, 
since it is clear to him both that men with the faculty in question are becoming more and more 
common and also that as a race we 

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are approaching nearer and nearer to that stage of the self conscious mind from which the transition 
to the cosmic conscious is effected. He realizes that, granted the necessary heredity, any individual 
not already beyond the age may enter cosmic consciousness. He knows that intelligent contact with 
cosmic conscious minds assists self conscious individuals in the ascent to the higher plane. He 
therefore hopes, by bringing about, or at least facilitating this contact, to aid men and women in 
making the almost infinitely important step in question. 


The immediate future of our race, the writer thinks, is indescribably hopeful. There are at the 
present moment impending over us three revolutions, the least of which would dwarf the ordinary 
historic upheaval called by that name into absolute insignificance. They are: (1) The material, 
economic and social revolution which will depend upon and result from the establishment of aerial 
navigation. (2) The economic and social revolution which will abolish individual ownership and rid 
the earth at once of two immense evils—riches and poverty. And (3) The psychical revolution of 
which there is here question. 

Either of the first two would (and will) radically change the conditions of, and greatly uplift, human 

life; but the third will do more for humanity than both of the former, were their importance 
multiplied by hundreds or even thousands. 

The three operating (as they will) together will literally create a new heaven and a new earth. Old 
things will be done away and all will become new. 

Before aerial navigation national boundaries, tariffs, and perhaps distinctions of language will fade 
out. Great cities will no longer have reason for being and will melt away. The men who now dwell 
in cities will inhabit in summer the mountains and the sea shores; building often in airy and 
beautiful spots, now almost or quite inaccessible, commanding the most extensive and magnificent 
views. In the winter they will probably dwell in communities 

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of moderate size. As the herding together, as now, in great cities, so the isolation of the worker of 
the soil will become a thing of the past. Space will be practically annihilated, there will be no 
crowding together and no enforced solitude. 

Before Socialism crushing toil, cruel anxiety, insulting and demoralizing riches, poverty and its ills 
will become subjects for historical novels. 

In contact with the flux of cosmic consciousness all religions known and named to-day will be 
melted down. The human soul will be revolutionized. Religion will absolutely dominate the race. It 
will not depend on tradition. It will not be believed and disbelieved. It will not be a part of life, 
belonging to certain hours, times, occasions. It will not be in sacred books nor in the mouths of 
priests. It will not dwell in churches and meetings and forms and days. Its life will not be in prayers, 
hymns nor discourses. It will not depend on special revelations, on the words of gods who came 
down to teach, nor on any bible or bibles. It will have no mission to save men from their sins or to 
secure them entrance to heaven. It will not teach a future immortality nor future glories, for 
immortality and all glory will exist in the here and now. The evidence of immortality will live in 
every heart as sight in every eye. Doubt of God and of eternal life will be as impossible as is now 
doubt of existence; the evidence of each will be the same. Religion will govern every minute of 
every day of all life. Churches, priests, forms, creeds, prayers, all agents, all intermediaries between 
the individual man and God will be permanently replaced by direct unmistakable intercourse. Sin 
will no longer exist nor will salvation be desired. Men will not worry about death or a future, about 
the kingdom of heaven, about what may come with and after the cessation of the life of the present 
body. Each soul will feel and know itself to be immortal, will feel and know that the entire universe 
with all its good and with all its beauty is for it and belongs to it forever. The world peopled by men 
possessing cosmic consciousness will be as far removed from the world of to-day as this is from the 
world as it was before the advent of self consciousness. 

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There is a tradition, probably very old, to the effect that the first man was innocent and happy until 
he ate of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. That having eaten thereof he 
became aware that he was naked and was ashamed. Further, that then sin was born into the world, 
the miserable sense whereof replaced man's former feeling of innocency. That then and not till then 
man began to labor and to cover his body. Stranger than all (so it seems to us), the story runs, that 

along with this change or immediately following upon it there came into man's mind the remarkable 
conviction which has never since left it but which has been kept alive by its own inherent vitality 
and by the teaching of all true seers, prophets and poets that this accursed thing which has bitten 
man's heel (laming him, hindering his progress and especially making this halting and painful) 
should eventually be crushed and subjugated by man himself—by the rising up within him of a 
Saviour—the Christ. 

Man's progenitor was a creature (an animal) walking erect but with simple consciousness merely. 
He was (as are to-day the animals) incapable of sin or of the feeling of sin and equally incapable of 
shame (at least in the human sense). He had no feeling or knowledge of good and evil. He as yet 
knew nothing of what we call work and had never labored. From this state he fell (or rose) into self 
consciousness, his eyes were opened, he knew that he was naked, he felt shame, acquired the sense 
of sin (became in fact what is called a sinner), and learned to do certain things in order to 
encompass certain ends— that is, he learned to labor. 

For weary eons this condition has lasted— the sense of sin still haunts his pathway— by the sweat of 
his brow he still eats bread— he is still ashamed. Where is the deliverer, the Saviour? Who or what? 

The Saviour of man is Cosmic Consciousness— in Paul's language— the Christ. The cosmic sense (in 
whatever mind it appears) crushes the serpent's head— destroys sin, shame, the sense 

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of good and evil as contrasted one with the other, and will annihilate labor, though not human 

The fact that there came to man along with or immediately after his acquisition of self 
consciousness the inchoate premonition of another and higher consciousness which was yet, at that 
time, many millenniums in the future is surely most noteworthy though not necessarily surprising. 
We have in biology many analogous facts such as premonition of, and preparation for, by the 
individual of states and circumstances of which he has had no experience and we see the same thing 
in the maternal instinct in the very young girl. 

The universal scheme is woven in one piece and is permeable to consciousness or (and especially) 
to sub-consciousness throughout and in every direction. The universe is a vast, grandiose, terrible, 
multiform yet uniform evolution. The section which especially concerns us is that which extends 
from brute to man, from man to demigod, and constitutes the imposing drama of humanity— its 
scene the surface of the planet— its time a million years. 


The purpose of these preliminary remarks is to throw as much light as possible on the subject of this 
volume, so as to increase the pleasure and profit of its perusal. A personal exposition of the writer's 
own introduction to the main fact treated of will perhaps do as much as anything else could to 
further this end. He will therefore frankly set down here a very brief outline of his early mental life 
and give a short account of his slight experience of what he calls cosmic consciousness. The reader 
will readily see therefrom whence came the ideas and convictions presented in the following pages. 

He was born of good middle class English stock and grew up almost without education on what was 
then a backwoods Canadian farm. As a child he assisted in such labor as lay within his power: 

tended cattle, horses, sheep, pigs; brought in firewood, worked in the hay field, drove oxen and 
horses, ran errands. His 

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pleasures were as simple as his labors. An occasional visit to a neighboring small town, a game of 
ball, bathing in the creek that ran through his father's farm, the making and sailing of mimic ships, 
the search for birds' eggs and flowers in the spring, and for wild fruits in the summer and fall, 
afforded him, with his skates and handsled in the winter, his homely, much loved recreations. While 
still a young boy he read with keen appreciation Marryat's novels, Scott's poems and novels, and 
other similar books dealing with outdoor nature and human life. He never, even as a child, accepted 
the doctrines of the Christian church; but, as soon as old enough to dwell at all on such themes, 
conceived that Jesus was a man—great and good no doubt, but a man. That no one would ever be 
condemned to everlasting pain. That if a conscious God existed he was the supreme master and 
meant well in the end to all; but that, this visible life here being ended, it was doubtful, or more than 
doubtful, whether conscious identity would be preserved. The boy (even the child) dwelt on these 
and similar topics far more than anyone would suppose; but probably not more than many other 
introspective small fellow mortals. He was subject at times to a sort of ecstasy of curiosity and 
hope. As on one special occasion when about ten years old he earnestly longed to die that the 
secrets of the beyond, if there was any beyond, might be revealed to him; also to agonies of anxiety 
and terror, as for instance, at about the same age he read Reynold's "Faust," and, being near its end 
one sunny afternoon, he laid it down utterly unable to continue its perusal, and went out into the 
sunshine to recover from the horror (after more than fifty years he distinctly recalls it) which had 
seized him. The boy's mother died when he was only a few years old, and his father shortly 
afterwards. The outward circumstances of his life in some respects became more unhappy than can 
readily be told. At sixteen the boy left home to live or die as might happen. For five years he 
wandered over North America from the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico and from the Upper 
Ohio to San Francisco. He worked on farms, on railways, on steamboats, and in the placer diggings 
of Western Nevada. Several times he nearly suffered 

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shipwreck by sickness, starvation, freezing, and once on the banks of the Humboldt River, in Utah, 
fought for his life half a day with the Shoshone Indians. After five years' wandering, at the age of 
twenty-one, he returned to the country where his childhood had been passed. A moderate sum of 
money from his dead mother enabled him to spend some years in study, and his mind, after lying so 
long fallow, absorbed ideas with extraordinary facility. He graduated with high honors four years 
after his return from the Pacific Coast. Outside of the collegiate course he read with avidity many 
speculative books, such as the "Origin of Species," Tyndall's "Heat" and "Essays," Buckle's 
"History," "Essays and Reviews," and much poetry, especially such as seemed to him free and 
fearless. In this species of literature he soon preferred Shelley, and of his poems, "Adonais" and 
"Prometheus" were his favorites. His life for some years was one passionate note of interrogation, 
an unappeasable hunger for enlightenment on the basic problems. Leaving college, he continued his 
search with the same ardor. Taught himself French that he might read Auguste Comte, Hugo and 
Renan, and German that he might read Goethe, especially "Faust." At the age of thirty he fell in 
with "Leaves of Grass," and at once saw that it contained, in greater measure than any book so far 
found, what he had so long been looking for. He read the "Leaves" eagerly, even passionately, but 
for several years derived little from them. At last light broke and there was revealed to him (as far 
perhaps as such things can be revealed) at least some of the meanings. Then occurred that to which 
the foregoing is preface. 

It was in the early spring, at the beginning of his thirty-sixth year. He and two friends had spent the 

evening reading Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, Browning, and especially Whitman. They parted at 
midnight, and he had a long drive in a hansom (it was in an English city). His mind, deeply under 
the influence of the ideas, images and emotions called up by the reading and talk of the evening, 
was calm and peaceful. He was in a state of quiet, almost passive enjoyment. All at once, without 
warning of any kind, he found himself wrapped around as it were by a flame-colored 

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cloud. For an instant he thought of fire, some sudden conflagration in the great city; the next, he 
knew that the light was within himself. Directly afterwards came upon him a sense of exultation, of 
immense joyousness accompanied or immediately followed by an intellectual illumination quite 
impossible to describe. Into his brain streamed one momentary lightning-flash of the Brahmic 
Splendor which has ever since lightened his life; upon his heart fell one drop of Brahmic Bliss, 
leaving thenceforward for always an aftertaste of heaven. Among other things he did not come to 
believe, he saw and knew that the Cosmos is not dead matter but a living Presence, that the soul of 
man is immortal, that the universe is so built and ordered that without any peradventure all things 
work together for the good of each and all, that the foundation principle of the world is what we call 
love and that the happiness of every one is in the long run absolutely certain. He claims that he 
learned more within the few seconds during which the illumination lasted than in previous months 
or even years of study, and that he learned much that no study could ever have taught. 

The illumination itself continued not more than a few moments, but its effects proved ineffaceable; 
it was impossible for him ever to forget what he at that time saw and knew; neither did he, or could 
he, ever doubt the truth of what was then presented to his mind. There was no return, that night or at 
any other time, of the experience. He subsequently wrote a book (28a.) in which he sought to 
embody the teaching of the illumination. Some who read it thought very highly of it, but (as was to 
be expected for many reasons) it had little circulation. 

The supreme occurrence of that night was his real and sole initiation to the new and higher order of 
ideas. But it was only an initiation. He saw the light but had no more idea whence it came and what 
it meant than had the flrst creature that saw the light of the sun. Years afterwards he met C. P., of 
whom he had often heard as having extraordinary spiritual insight. He found that C. P. had entered 
the higher life of which he had had a glimpse and had had large experience of its phenomena. His 

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with C. P. threw a flood of light upon the true meaning of what he had himself experienced. 

Looking round then upon the world of man, he saw the significance of the subjective light in the 
case of Paul and in that of Mohammed. The secret of Whitman's transcendent greatness was 
revealed to him. Certain conversations with J. H. J. and with J. B. helped him not a little. Personal 
intercourse with Edward Carpenter, T S. R, C. M. C. and M. C. L. assisted greatly in the 
broadening and clearing up of his speculations, in the extension and co-ordination of his thought. 
But much time and labor were still required before the germinal concept could be satisfactorily 
elaborated and matured, the idea, namely, that there exists a family sprung from, living among, but 
scarcely forming a part of ordinary humanity, whose members are spread abroad throughout the 
advanced races of mankind and throughout the last forty centuries of the world's history. 

The trait that distinguishes these people from other men is this: Their spiritual eyes have been 
opened and they have seen. The better known members of this group who, were they collected 
together, could be accommodated all at one time in a modern drawing-room, have created all the 

great modem religions, beginning with .Taoism and Buddhism, and speaking generally, have 
created, through religion and literature, modern civilization. Not that they have contributed any 
large numerical proportion of the books which have been written, but that they have produced the 
few books which have inspired the larger number of all that have been written in modern times. 
These men dominate the last twenty-five, especially the last five, centuries as stars of the first 
magnitude dominate the midnight sky. 

A man is identified as a member of this family by the fact that at a certain age he has passed through 
a new birth and risen to a higher spiritual plane. The reality of the new birth is demonstrated by the 
subjective light and other phenomena. The object of the present volume is to teach others what little 
the writer himself has been able to learn of the spiritual status of this new race. 

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It remains to say a few words upon the psychological origin of what is called in this book Cosmic 
Consciousness, which must not be looked upon as being in any sense supernatural or supranormal— 
as anything more or less than a natural growth. 

Although in the birth of Cosmic Consciousness the moral nature plays an important part, it will be 
better for many reasons to confine our attention at present to the evolution of the intellect. In this 
evolution there are four distinct steps. The first of them was taken when upon the primary quality of 
excitability sensation was established. At this point began the acquisition and more or less perfect 
registration of sense impressions—that is, of percepts. 

A percept is of course a sense impression—a sound is heard or an object seen and the impression 
made is a percept. If we could go back far enough we should find among our ancestors a creature 
whose whole intellect was made up simply of these percepts. But this creature (whatever name it 
ought to bear) had in it what may be called an eligibility of growth, and what happened with it was 
something like this: Individually and from generation to generation it accumulated these percepts, 
the constant repetition of which, calling for further and further registration, led, in the struggle for 
existence and, under the law of natural selection, to an accumulation of cells in the central sense 
ganglia; the multiplication of cells made further registration possible; that, again, made further 
growth of the ganglia necessary, and so on. At last a condition was reached in which it became 
possible for our ancestor to combine groups of these percepts into what we to-day call a recept. This 
process is very similar to that of composite photography. Similar percepts (as of a tree) are 
registered one over the other until (the nerve center having become competent to the task) they are 
generalized into, as it were, one percept; but that compound percept is neither more nor less than a 
recept— a something that has been received. 

Now the work of accumulation begins again on a higher plane: 

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the sensory organs keep steadily at work manufacturing percepts; the receptual centers keep steadily 
at work manufacturing more and yet more recepts from the old and the new percepts; the capacities 
of the central ganglia are constantly taxed to do the necessary registration of percepts, the necessary 
elaboration of these into recepts and the necessary registration of recepts; then as the ganglia by use 
and selection are improved they constantly manufacture from percepts and from the initial simple 

recepts, more and more complex, that is, higher and higher recepts. 

At last, after many thousands of generations have lived and died, comes a time when the mind of 
the animal we are considering has reached the highest possible point of purely receptual 
intelligence; the accumulation of percepts and of recepts has gone on until no greater stores of 
impressions can be laid up and no further elaboration of these can be accomplished on the plane of 
receptual intelligence. Then another break is made and the higher recepts are replaced by concepts. 
The relation of a concept to a recept is somewhat similar to the relation of algebra to arithmetic. A 
recept is, as I have said, a composite image of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of percepts; it is itself 
an image abstracted from many images; but a concept is that same composite image—that same 
recept—named, ticketed, and, as it were, dismissed. A concept is in fact neither more nor less than a 
named recept~the name, that is, the sign (as in algebra), standing henceforth for the thing itself, that 
is, for the recept. 

Now it is as clear as day to any one who will give the least thought to the subject, that the 
revolution by which concepts are substituted for recepts increases the efficiency of the brain for 
thought as much as the introduction of machinery increased the capacity of the race for work—or as 
much as the use of algebra increases the power of the mind in mathematical calculations. To replace 
a great cumbersome recept by a simple sign was almost like replacing actual goods— as wheat, 
fabrics and hardware— by entries in the ledger. 

But, as hinted above, in order that a recept may be replaced by a concept it must be named, or, in 
other words, marked with a sign 

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which stands for it— just as a check stands for a piece of baggage or as an entry in a ledger stands for 
a piece of goods; in other words, the race that is in possession of concepts is also, and necessarily, in 
possession of language. Further, it should be noted, as the possession of concepts implies the 
possession of language, so the possession of concepts and language (which are in reality two 
aspects of the same thing) implies the possession of self consciousness. All this means that there is a 
moment in the evolution of mind when the receptual intellect, capable of simple consciousness only, 
becomes almost or quite instantaneously a conceptual intellect in possession of language and self 

When we say that an individual, whether an adult individual long ago or a child to-day does not 
matter, came into possession of concepts, of language and of self consciousness in an instant, we, of 
course, mean that the individual came into possession of self consciousness and of one or a few 
concepts and of one or a few true words instantaneously and not that he entered into possession of a 
whole language in that short time. In the history of the individual man the point in question is 
reached and passed at about the age of three years; in the history of the race it was reached and 
passed several hundred thousand years ago. 

We have now, in our analysis, reached the point where we each individually stand, the point, 
namely, of the conceptual, self conscious mind. In acquiring this new and higher form of 
consciousness it must not for a moment be supposed that we have dropped either our receptual 
intelligence or our old perceptual mind; as a matter of fact we could not live without these any more 
than could the animal who has no other mind than them. Our intellect, then, to-day is made up of a 
very complex mixture of percepts, recepts and concepts. 

Let us now for a moment consider the concept. This may be considered as a large and complex 
recept; but larger and more complex than any recept. It is made up of one or more recepts combined 

with probably several percepts. This extremely complex recept is then marked by a sign; that is, it is 
named and in virtue of its name it becomes a concept. The concept, after being 

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named or marked, is (as it were) laid away, just as a piece of checked baggage is marked by its 
check and piled in the baggage-room. 

By means of this check we can send the trunk to any part of America without ever seeing it or 
knowing just where it is at a given moment. So by means of their signs we can build concepts into 
elaborate calculations, into poems and into systems of philosophy, without knowing half the time 
anything about the thing represented by the individual concepts that we are using. 

And here a remark must be made aside from the main argument. It has been noticed thousands of 
times that the brain of a thinking man does not exceed in size the brain of a non-thinking wild man 
in anything like the proportion in which the mind of the thinker exceeds the mind of the savage. The 
reason is that the brain of a Herbert Spencer has very little more work to do than has the brain of a 
native Australian, for this reason, that Spencer does all his characteristic mental work by signs or 
counters which stand for concepts, while the savage does all or nearly all his by means of 
cumbersome recepts. The savage is in a position comparable to that of the astronomer who makes 
his calculations by arithmetic, while Spencer is in the position of one who makes them by algebra. 
The first will fill many great sheets of paper with figures and go through immense labor; the other 
will make the same calculations on an envelope and with comparatively little mental work. 

The next chapter in the story is the accumulation of concepts. This is a double process. From the 
age, we will say, of three years each one accumulates year by year a larger and larger number, while 
at the same time the individual concepts are becoming constantly more and more complex. 
Consider for instance the concept science as it exists in the mind of a boy and of a middle aged 
thinking man; with the former it stood for a few dozen or a few hundred facts; with the latter for 
many thousands. 

Is there to be any limit to this growth of concepts in number and complexity? Whoever will 
seriously consider that question will see that there must be a limit. No such process could go on 

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to infinity. Should nature attempt such a feat the brain would have to grow until it could no longer 
be fed and a condition of deadlock be reached which would forbid further progress. 

We have seen that the expansion of the perceptual mind had a necessary limit; that its own 
continued life led it inevitably up to and into the receptual mind. That the receptual mind by its own 
growth was inevitably led up to and into the conceptual mind. A priori considerations make it 
certain that a corresponding outlet will be found for the conceptual mind. 

But we do not need to depend on abstract reasoning to demonstrate the necessary existence of the 
supra conceptual mind, since it exists and can be studied with no more difficulty than other natural 
phenomena. The supra conceptual intellect, the elements of which instead of being concepts are 
intuitions, is already (in small numbers it is true) an established fact, and the form of consciousness 
that belongs to that intellect may be called and has been called—Cosmic Consciousness. 

Thus we have four distinct stages of intellect, all abundantly illustrated in the animal and human 
worlds about us~all equally illustrated in the individual growth of the cosmic conscious mind and 

all four existing together in that mind as the first three exist together in the ordinary human mind. 
These four stages are, first, the perceptual mind—the mind made up of percepts or sense 
impressions; second, the mind made up of these and recepts~the so called receptual mind, or in 
other words the mind of simple consciousness; third, we have the mind made up of percepts, recepts 
and concepts, called sometimes the conceptual mind or otherwise the self conscious mind—the mind 
of self consciousness; and, fourth, and last, we have the intuitional mind— the mind whose highest 
element is not a recept or a concept but an intuition. This is the mind in which sensation, simple 
consciousness and self consciousness are supplemented and crowned with cosmic consciousness. 

But it is necessary to show more clearly still the nature of these four stages and their relation one to 
the other. The perceptual or sensational stage of intellect is easy enough to understand, so 

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may be passed by in this place with only one remark, namely, that in a mind made up wholly of 
percepts there is no consciousness of any sort. When, however, the receptual mind comes into 
existence simple consciousness is born, which means that animals are conscious (as we know they 
are) of the things they see about them. But the receptual mind is capable of simple consciousness 
only— that is, the animal is conscious of the object which he sees, but he does not know he is 
conscious of it; neither is the animal conscious of itself as a distinct entity or personality. In still 
other words, the animal cannot stand outside of itself and look at itself as any self conscious 
creature can. This, then, is simple consciousness: to be conscious of the things about one, but not to 
be conscious of one's self But when I have reached self consciousness I am not only conscious of 
what I see, but I know I am conscious of it. Also I am conscious of myself as a separate entity and 
personality and I can stand apart from myself and contemplate myself, and can analyze and judge 
the operations of my own mind as I would analyze and judge anything else. This self consciousness 
is only possible after the formation of concepts and the consequent birth of language. Upon self 
consciousness is based all distinctively human life so far, except what has proceeded from the few 
cosmic conscious minds of the last three thousand years. Finally the basic fact in cosmic 
consciousness is implied in its name— that fact is consciousness of the cosmos— this is what is called 
in the East the "Brahmic Splendor," which is in Dante's phrase capable of transhumanizing a man 
into a god. Whitman, who has an immense deal to say about it, speaks of it in one place as 
"ineffable light— light rare, untellable, lighting the very light— beyond all signs, descriptions, 
languages." This consciousness shows the cosmos to consist not of dead matter governed by 
unconscious, rigid, and unintending law; it shows it on the contrary as entirely immaterial, entirely 
spiritual and entirely alive; it shows that death is an absurdity, that everyone and everything has 
eternal life; it shows that the universe is God and that God is the universe, and that no evil ever did 
or ever will enter into it; a great deal of this is, of course, from the point of view of self 
consciousness, absurd; 

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it is nevertheless undoubtedly true. Now all this does not mean that when a man has cosmic 
consciousness he knows everything about the universe. We all know that when at three years of age 
we acquired self consciousness we did not at once know all about ourselves; we know, on the 
contrary, that after a great many thousands of years of experience of himself man still to-day knows 
comparatively little about himself considered even as a self conscious personality. So neither does a 
man know all about the cosmos merely because he becomes conscious of it. If it has taken the race 
several hundred thousand years to learn a smattering of the science of humanity since its of self 
consciousness, so it may take it millions of years to acquire a smattering of the science of God after 
its acquisition of cosmic consciousness. 

As on self consciousness is based the human world as we see it with all its works and ways, so on 
cosmic consciousness is based the higher religions and the higher philosophies and what comes 
from them, and on it will be based, when it becomes more general, a new world of which it would 
be idle to try to speak to-day. 

The philosophy of the birth of cosmic consciousness in the individual is very similar to that of the 
birth of self consciousness. The mind becomes overcrowded (as it were) with concepts and these are 
constantly becoming larger, more numerous and more and more complex; some day (the conditions 
being all favorable) the fusion, or what might be called the chemical union, of several of them and 
of certain moral elements takes place; the result is an intuition and the establishment of the 
intuitional mind, or, in other words, cosmic consciousness. 

The scheme by which the mind is built up is uniform from beginning to end: a recept is made of 
many percepts; a concept of many or several recepts and percepts, and an intuition is made of many 
concepts, recepts and percepts together with other elements belonging to and drawn from the moral 
nature. The cosmic vision or the cosmic intuition, from which what may be called the new mind 
takes its name, is thus seen to be simply the complex and union of all prior thought and experience- 
just as self consciousness is the complex and union of all thought and experience prior to it. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 
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PART n. 



To Self Consciousness. 

IT will be necessary, in the first place, for the reader of this book to have before his mind a tolerably 
complete idea in outline of mental evolution in all its three branches—sensuous, intellectual and 
emotional— up to and through the status of self consciousness. Without such a mental image as basis 
for the new conception this last (that is, cosmic consciousness) to most people would seem 
extravagant and even absurd. With such necessary foundation the new concept will appear to the 
intelligent reader what it is: A matter of course— an inevitable sequel to what preceded and led up to 
it. In attempting to give an idea of this vast evolution of mental phenomena from its beginning in far 
off geologic ages down to the latest phases reached by our own race anything like an exhaustive 
treatise could not, of course, be thought of here. The method actually adopted is more or less broken 
and fragmentary, but enough (it is thought) is given for the present purpose, and those who desire 
more will have no difficulty in finding it in other treatises, such as the admirable work of Romanes 
[134]. All the present writer aims at is the exposition of cosmic consciousness and a barely 
sufficient account of the lower mental Phenomena to make that subject fully intelligible; anything 
further would only burden this book to no good purpose. 

The upbuilding or unfolding of the knowable universe presents to our minds a series of gradual 
ascents each divided from the next by an apparent leap over what seems to be a chasm. For 
instance, and to begin not at the beginning, but midway: Between the slow and equable 
development of the inorganic world which 

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prepared it for the reception and support of living creatures and the more rapid growth and 
branching of vital forms, these having once appeared, there occurred what seems like the hiatus 
between the inorganic and organic worlds and the leap by which it was over-passed; within which 
hiatus or chasm has heretofore resided either the substance or shadow of a god whose hand has been 
deemed necessary to lift and pass on the elements from the lower to the higher plane. 

Along the level road of the formation of suns and planets, of earth crust, of rocks and soil, we are 
carried, by evolutionists, smoothly and safely; but when we reach this perilous pit stretching 
interminably to right and left across our path, we pause, and even so able and daring a pilot as 
Lester Ward (190. 300-320) can hardly induce us to attempt the leap with him, so wide and dark 
frowns the abyss. We feel that nature, who has done all—and much greater things—was competent to 
cross and did cross the apparent break, although we may not at present be able to place a finger in 
each one of her footprints. For the moment, however, this stands the first and greatest of the so- 
called bars to acceptance of the doctrine of absolute continuity in the evolution of the visible world. 

Later in the history of creation comes the beginning of Simple Consciousness. Certain individuals 
in some one leading species in the slowly unfolding life of the planet, some day— for the first time- 
become conscious; know that there exists a world, a something, without them. Less dwelt upon, as 
it has been, this step from the unconscious to the conscious might well impress us as being as 
immense, as miraculous and as divine as that from the inorganic to the organic. 

Again, running parallel with the river of time, we perceive a long, equable and gradual ascent 
stretching from the dawn of Simple Consciousness to its highest excellence in the best pre-human 
types— the horse, the dog, the elephant and the ape. At this point confronts us another break 
comparable to those which in order of time preceded it— the hiatus, namely, or the seeming hiatus 
between Simple and Self Consciousness: the deep chasm 

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or ravine upon one side of which roams the brute while upon the other dwells man. A. chasm into 
which enough books have been thrown to have sufficed (could they have been converted into stones 
or pig iron) to dam or bridge a great river. And which has only now been made safely passable by 
the lamented G. J. Romanes, by means of his valuable treatise on the "Origin of Human Faculty" 

Only a very short time ago (and even yet by most) this break in the line of ascent (or descent) was 
supposed to be impassable by ordinary growth. It may be said to be now known to be so passable, 
but it still stands out and apart from the even path of Cosmic development before our vision as that 
broad chasm or gap between the brute and the man. 

For some hundreds of thousands of years, upon the general plane of Self Consciousness, an ascent, 
to the human eye gradual, but from the point of view of cosmic evolution rapid, has been made. In a 
race, large brained, walking erect, gregarious, brutal, but king of all other brutes, man in appearance 
but not in fact, the so-called alalus homo, was, from the highest Simple Consciousness born the 

basic human faculty Self Consciousness and its twin, language. From these and what went with 
these, through suffering, toil and war; through bestiality, savagery, barbarism; through slavery, 
greed, effort; through conquests infinite, through defeats overwhelming, through struggle unending; 
through ages of aimless semi-brutal existence; through subsistence on berries and roots; through the 
use of the casually found stone or stick; through life in deep forest, with nuts and seeds, and on the 
shores of waters with mollusks, crustaceans, and fish for food; through that greatest, perhaps, of 
human victories, the domestication and subjugation of fire; through the invention and art of the bow 
and arrow; through the taming of animals and the breaking of them to labor; through the long 
learning which led to the cultivation of the soil; through the adobe brick and the building of houses 
therefrom; through the smelting of metals and the slow births of the arts which rest upon these; 
through the slow making of alphabets and the evolution of the 

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written word; in short, through thousands of centuries of human life, of human aspiration, of human 
growth, sprang the world of men and women as it stands before us and within us to-day with all its 
achievements and possessions [124. 10-13]. 

Is that all? Is that the end? No. As life arose in a world without life; as Simple Consciousness came 
into existence where before was mere vitality without perception; as Self Consciousness leaping 
widewinged from Simple Consciousness soared forth over land and sea, so shall the race of man 
which has been thus established, continuing its beginningless and endless ascent, make other steps 
(the next of which it is now in act of climbing) and attain to a yet higher life than any heretofore 
experienced or even conceived. 

And let it be clearly understood that the new step (to explain which this volume is written) is not 
simply an expansion of self consciousness but as distinct from it as that is from simple 
consciousness or as is this last from mere vitality without any consciousness at all, or as is the latter 
from the world of inorganic matter and force which preceded it and from which it proceeded. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


On the Plane of Self Consciousness. 


AND in the first place it would be well to get a firm hold of the meaning of the words "self 
consciousness," upon the definition of which an excellent writer and most competent thinker [200- 
255] has these remarks: "Self consciousness is often referred to as a distinguishing characteristic of 
man. Many, however, fail to gain a clear conception of what this faculty is. Dr. Carpenter confounds 
it with the 'power of reflecting on their own mental states,' while Mr Darwin associates it with 
abstraction and other of the derivative faculties. It is certainly something much simpler than 
introspection, and has an earlier origin than the highly 

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derivative speculative faculties. If it could only be seized and clearly understood, self consciousness 
would doubtless prove to be the primary and fundamental human attribute. Our language seems to 
lack the proper word to express it in its simplest form. 'Think' approaches this most nearly, and man 
is sometimes described as a 'thinking being.' The German language has a better word, viz., 
besinnen, and the substantive Besonnenheit seems to touch the kernel of the problem. Schopenhauer 
says: 'The animal lives without any Besonnenheit. It has consciousness, i.e., it knows itself and its 
weal and woe; also the objects which produce these; but its knowledge remains constantly 
subjective, never becomes objective: everything that it embraces appears to exist in and of itself, 
and can therefore never become an object of representation nor a problem for meditation. Its 
consciousness is thus wholly immanent. The consciousness of the savage man is similarly 
constituted in that his perceptions of things and of the world remain preponderantly subjective and 
immanent. He perceives things in the world, but not the world; his own actions and passion, but not 

Perhaps the simplest definition (and there are scores of them) would be: self consciousness is the 
faculty by which we realize. Or again: without self consciousness a sentient creature can know, but 
its possession is necessary in order that he may know that he knows. The best treatise so far written 
on this subject is Romanes' book, already several times referred to [134]. 

The roots of the tree of life being deep sunk in the organic world, its trunk is made up as follows: 
Beginning at the earth level we have first of all the lowest forms of life unconscious and insensate. 
These in their turn give birth to forms endowed with sensation and later to forms endowed with 
Simple Consciousness. From the last, when the right time comes, springs self consciousness and (as 
already said) in direct ascent from that Cosmic Consciousness. It is only necessary in this place, as 
clearing the ground for the work to be done, to point out that the doctrine of the unfolding of the 
human being, regarded from the side of psychology, is strictly in accord with the theory of evolution 

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in general as received and taught to-day by the foremost thinkers. 

This tree which we call life and its upper part human life and human mind, has simply grown as 
grows any other tree, and besides its main stem, as above indicated, it has, as in the case of other 
trees, thrown off many branches. It will be well to consider some of these. It will be seen that some 
of them are given off from the lower part of the trunk, as, for instance, contractility, from which 
great limb, and as a part of it, springs all muscular action from the simple movement of the worm to 
the marvelously co-ordinated motions made, in the exercise of their art, by a Liszt or a Paderewski. 
Another of these large lower limbs is the instinct of Self-preservation and (twin with it) the instinct 
of the continuance of the species—the preservation of the race. Higher up the special senses shoot 
out from the main trunk and as they grow and divide and again divide they become large and vitally 
important branches of the great tree. From all these main off-shoots spring smaller arms and from 
these more delicate twigs. 

Thus from the human intellect whose central fact is Self Consciousness, a section of the main trunk 
of our tree, spring judgment, reason, comparison, imagination, abstraction, reflection, 
generalization. From the moral or emotional nature, one of the largest and most important of the 
main limbs, spring love (itself a great branch dividing into many smaller branches), reverence, faith, 
fear, awe, hope, hate, humor and many more. The great branch called the sense of sight, which in its 
beginning was a perception of the difference between light and darkness, sent out twigs which we 

call sense of form, of distance, and later the color sense. The limb named sense of hearing has for 
branches and twigs the apprehension of loudness, of pitch, of distance, of direction and as a delicate 
twig just coming into being, the musical sense. 

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The important fact to notice at present is that, true to the simile of the tree here adopted, the 
numerous faculties of which (viewed from the side of dynamics) man is composed are all of 
different ages. Each one of them came into existence in its own time, i.e., when the psychic 
organism (the tree) was ready to produce it. For instance: Simple Consciousness many millions of 
years ago; Self Consciousness perhaps three hundred thousand years. General vision is enormously 
old, but the color sense probably only about a thousand generations. Sensibility to sound many 
millions of years, while the musical sense is now in the act of appearing. Sexual instinct or passion 
arose far back in geologic ages—the human moral nature of which human sexual love is a young and 
vigorous branch does not appear to have been in existence many tens of thousands of years. 


To make what has been and what remains to be said more readily and more fully intelligible it will 
be well to go into some little detail as to the time and mode of becoming and developing of a few 
faculties as a sample of the divine work that has been going on within us and about us since the 
dawn of life on this planet. The science of human psychology (in order to illustrate the subject of 
this volume) should give an account of the human intellect, of the human moral nature, and of the 
senses. Should give a description of these as they exist to-day, of their origin and evolution and 
should forecast their future course of either decay or further expansion. Only a very few specimen 
pages of such a work can be here set forth—and first a hasty glance at the intellect. 

The intellect is that part of the mind which knows, as the moral nature is the part that feels. Each 
particular act of the intellect is instantaneous, whereas the acts (or rather states) of the moral nature 
are more or less continuous. Language corresponds 

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to the intellect and is therefore capable of expressing it perfectly and directly; on the other hand, the 
functions of the moral nature (belonging, i.e., deriving, as they do, from the great sympathetic 
nervous system— while the intellect and speech rest upon and spring from the Cerebro-Spinal) are 
not connected with language and are only capable of indirect and imperfect expression by its 
agency. Perhaps music, which certainly has its roots in the moral nature, is, as at present existing, 
the beginning of a language which will tally and express emotion as words tally and express ideas 
[28a. 106]. Intellectual acts are complex, and decomposable into many parts; moral states are either 
absolutely simple (as in the case of love, fear, hate) or nearly so; that is, are composed of 
comparatively few elements. All intellectual acts are alike, or nearly alike, in that regard; moral 
states have a very wide range of degree of intensity. 

The human intellect is made up principally of concepts, just as a forest is made up of trees or a city 
of houses; these concepts are mental images of things, acts, or relations. The registration of these 

we call memory, the comparison of them one with another reasoning; for the building of these up 
into more complex images (as bricks are built into a house) we have in English no good expression; 
we sometimes call this act imagination (the act of forming a mental copy or likeness)~the Germans 
have a better name for it~they call it Vorstellung (the act of placing before), Anschauungsgabe (the 
gift of looking upon) and better still Einbildungskraft (the power of building up). The large intellect 
is that in which the number of concepts is above the average; the fine intellect is that in which these 
are clear cut and well defined; the ready intellect is that in which they are easily and quickly 
accessible when wanted, and so on. 

The growth of the human intellect is the growth of the concepts, i.e., the multiplication of the more 
simple and at the same time the building up of these into others more and more complex. Although 
this increase in number and complexity is taking place constantly in every active mind during at 
least the first half of life, from infancy to middle age, and though we each know 

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that we have concepts now that we had not some time ago, yet probably the wisest of us could not 
tell from observation made upon his own mind just by what process these new concepts came into 
existence— where they came from or how they came. But though we cannot perceive this by direct 
observation either of our own mind or that of another person, still there is another way by which the 
occult process can be followed and that is by means of language. As said above, language is the 
exact tally of the intellect: for every concept there is a word or words and for every word there is a 
concept; neither can exist apart from the other So Trench says: "You cannot impart to any man 
more than the words which he understands either now contain or can be made intelligibly to him to 
contain." Or as Max Mueller expresses it: "Without speech no reason, without reason no speech." 
Speech and the intellect do not correspond with one another in this way by accident, the relation 
between them is inevitably involved in the nature of the two things. Or are they two things? Or two 
sides of one thing? No word can come into being except as the expression of a concept, neither can 
a new concept be formed without the formation (at the same time) of the new word which is its 
expression, though this "new word" may be spelled and pronounced as is some old word. But an old 
word taking on another and a new meaning in reality becomes two words, an old and a new. 
Intellect and speech fit one another as the hand and the glove, only far more closely; say rather they 
fit as the skin fits the body, or as the pia mater fits the brain, or as any given species in the organic 
world is fitted by its environment. As is implied in what has been said, it is to be especially noted 
that not only does language fit the intellect in the sense of covering it in every part and following all 
its turnings and windings, but it fits it also in the sense of not going beyond it. Words correspond 
with concepts, and with concepts only, so that we cannot express directly with them either sense 
impressions or emotions, but are forced always to convey these (if at all) by expressing, not 
themselves, but the impression they make upon our intellect, i.e., the concepts formed from the 
contemplation of them by the intellect—in 

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other words, their intellectual image. So that before a sense impression or an emotion can be 
embodied or conveyed in language a concept has to be formed (supposed more or less truly to 
represent it), which concept can, of course, be conveyed in words. But as a matter of fact ninety- 
nine out of every hundred of our sense impressions and emotions have never been represented in the 
intellect by concepts and therefore remain unexpressed and inexpressible except imperfectly by 
roundabout description and suggestion. There exists in the lower animals a state of matters which 
serves well to illustrate this proposition. These have acute sense perceptions and strong emotions, 
such as fear, rage, sexual passion and maternal love, and yet cannot express them because these 
have no language of their own, and the animals in question have no system of concepts with 

corresponding articulate sounds. Granted to us our sense perceptions and our human moral natures 
and we should be as dumb as are the animals had we not along with these an intellect in which they 
may be mirrored and by which, by means of language, they can be expressed. 

As the correspondence of words and concepts is not casual or temporary but resides in the nature of 
these and continues during all time and under all circumstances absolutely constant, so changes in 
one of the factors must correspond with changes in the other. So evolution of intellect must (if it 
exist) be accompanied by evolution of language. An evolution of language (if it exist) will be 
evidence of evolution of intellect. What then is here proposed is to study (for a few moments) the 
growth of the intellect by means of an examination of language, i.e., to study the birth, life and 
growth of concepts which cannot be seen, by means of words which are their co-relatives and which 
can be seen. 

Sir Charles Lyell, in the "Antiquity of Man" [113], pointed out the parallelism which exists between 
the origin, growth, decline and death of languages and of species in the organic world. In order to 
illustrate and at the same time broaden the present argument let us extend the parallel backward to 
the formation of the worlds and forward to the evolution of words and concepts. 

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[paragraph continues] The accompanying table will serve this purpose as well as, or better than, an 
elaborately reasoned exposition, and will serve at the same time as a summary of the evolution 
argument which runs through this volume. 

A short study of this tabular statement will make plain how orbs, species, languages and words 
branch, divide and multiply; will make intelligible Max Mueller's estimate that "every thought that 
has ever passed through the mind of India" may be reduced to one hundred and twenty-one root 
concepts—that is, to one hundred and twenty-one root words [116. 401]; will make us agree with 
him that, probably, that number might be still further reduced. If we consider for a moment that this 
means that the millions of Indo-European words now in use as well as many times the number long 
since dead and forgotten, nearly all sprang from about one hundred roots and that these in their turn 
probably from half a dozen, and at the same time remember that reason and speech are one, we shall 
obtain a glimpse of what the human intellect once was in comparison with what it is to-day; and 
likewise it becomes apparent at a glance that the evolution not only of species, languages and words 
is strictly parallel but that the scheme has probably a still wider, perhaps universal, application. As 
regards the present thesis the conclusion to be drawn from this comparison is that words, and that 
therefore the constituent elements of the intellect which they represent and which we call concepts, 
grow by division and branching, as new species branch off from older, and it seems clear that a 
normal growth is encouraged and an excessive and useless development checked by the same 
means in the one case as in the other—that is, by natural selection and the struggle for existence. 

New concepts, and words expressing them, which correspond with some external reality (whether 
this is a thing, an act, a state, or a relation), and which are therefore of use to man, since their 
existence places him in more complete relation with the outer world, on which relation his life and 
welfare depend, are preserved by the process of natural selection and survival of the fit test. Some 
again which either do not correspond at all, or only 

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imperfectly, with an objective reality are replaced by others which do correspond or correspond 

better with the reahty which these aimed to express, and so in the struggle for existence fall into 
disuse and die out. 

For it is with words as with every other living thing, thousands are produced for one that lives. 
Towards whatever object the mind is especially turned it throws out words often with marvelous 
profusion. When some thousands of years ago, Sanscrit being still a living language and the sun and 
fire looked upon either as actual gods or at least as especially sacred, fire had (instead of a very few 
names as now) thirty-five and the sun thirty-seven [115. 437]. But much more remarkable examples 
are those drawn from Arabic, as, for instance, the eighty names for honey, the two hundred for 
serpent, the five hundred for lion, the one thousand for sword, and the five thousand seven hundred 
and forty-four words all relating to the camel, these being subjects upon which the Arab mind is 
strongly and persistently bent [115. 438]. So again Max Mueller tells us: "We can hardly form an 
idea of the boundless resources of dialects. When literary languages have stereotyped one general 
term their dialects will supply fifty, though each with its special shade of meaning. If new 
combinations of thoughts are evolved in the progress of society, dialects will readily supply the 
required names from the store of their so-called superfluous words. There are not only local and 
provincial but also class dialects. There is a dialect of shepherds, of sportsmen, of soldiers, of 
farmers. I suppose there are few persons here present who could tell the exact meaning of a horse's 
poll, crest, withers, dock, hamstring, cannon, pastern, coronet, arm, jowl and muzzle. Where the 
literary language speaks of the young of all sorts of animals, farmers, shepherds and sportsmen 
would be ashamed to use so general a term. The idiom of nomads, as Grimm says, contain an 
abundant wealth of manifold expressions for sword and weapons, and for the different stages in the 
life of cattle. In a more highly cultivated language these expressions become burthensome and 
superfluous. But in a peasant's mouth the bearing, calving, falling and killing 

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of almost every animal has its own peculiar term, as the sportsman delights in calling the gait and 
members of game by different names. Thus Dame Juliana Berners, lady prioress of the nunnery of 
Sopwell, in the fifteenth century, the reputed author of the 'Book of St. Albans,' informs us that we 
must not use names of multitudes promiscuously, but we are to say: A congregcyon of people, a 
boost of men, a felyshyppynge of women, and a bevy of ladyes, we must speak of a herde of hartys, 
swannys, cranys, or wrennys, a sege of herons, or bytourys, a muster of peacockys, a watche of 
nyghtyngalys, a flyghte of doves, a claterynge of choughes, a pryde of lyons, a slewthe of beerys, a 
gagle of geys, a skulke of foxes, a sculle of frerys, a pontyfycalate of prelates, a bomynable syght of 
monkes, a dronkenshyp of cobblers, and so of other human and brute assemblages. In like manner 
in dividing game for the table the animals were not carved, but a dere was broken, a gose reryd, a 
chekyn frusshed, a cony unlacyd, a crane dysplayed, a curl ewe unjointyd, a quayle wynggyd, a 
swanne lyfte, a lambe sholderyd, a heron dysmembryd, a pecocke dysfygured, a samon chynyd, a 
hadoke sydyd, a sole loynyd, and a breme splayed" [115. 70]. 

These instances will serve to show how the human intellect feels along the face of the outer world 
presented to it, attempting a lodgment in each cranny it finds, however slight and precarious may be 
the hold that it gets. For the mind of man from age to age ceaselessly seeks to master the facts of the 
outer world; its growth indeed consists in tallying or covering these as ivy spreads over, tallies and 
covers the stones of a wall; the twig that secures a hold strengthens and puts out other twigs; that 
which does not secure a hold after a time ceases to grow and eventually dies. 

The main thing to notice for our present purpose is that just as in the case of the child learning to 
talk, the race began also with a few, or, as Geiger [91. 29] says, with a single word. That is to say, 
man began to think with very few or with a single concept (of course, at that time, and before, he 
had a large stock of percepts and of recepts [134. 193], otherwise he could have done little with his 

one or few concepts). From these few or that one 

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the enormous number of concepts and words that have since come into existence have proceeded; 
nor will the evolution of the entire human intellect from a single initial concept seem incredible or 
even very marvelous, to those who bear in mind that the whole complex human body, with all its 
tissues, organs and parts, is built up of hundreds of millions of cells, each one of which, however 
much it may differ in structure and function from those belonging to other organs and tissues than 
its own, is yet lineally descended from the one single primordial cell in which each one of us (and 
only a few years ago) had his origin. 

As we reach back into the past, therefore, we find language, and with it the human intellect, 
drawing into a point, and we know that within a measurable distance from where we stand to-day 
they must have both had their beginning. The date of that beginning has been approximately fixed 
by many writers and from many indications, and we cannot be far astray in placing it 
(provisionally) about three hundred thousand years anterior to our own times. 


Much more modern than the birth of the intellect was that of the color sense. We have the authority 
of Max Mueller [117. 299] for the statement that: "It is well known that the distinction of color is of 
late date; that Xenophanes knew of three colors of the rainbow only—purple, red and yellow; that 
even Aristotle spoke of the tricolored rainbow; and that Democritus knew of no more than four 
colors—black, white, red and yellow." 

Geiger [91. 48] points out that it can be proved by examination of language that as late in the life of 
the race as the time of the primitive Aryans, perhaps not more than fifteen or twenty thousand years 
ago, man was only conscious of, only perceived, one color. That is to say, he did not distinguish any 
difference in tint between the blue sky, the green trees and grass, the brown or gray earth, and the 
golden and purple clouds of sunrise and sunset. So Pictet [126] finds no names of colors in 
primitive Indo-European 

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speech. And Max Mueller [116: 616] finds no Sanscrit root whose meaning has any reference to 

At a later period, but still before the time of the oldest literary compositions now extant, the color 
sense was so far developed beyond this primitive condition that red and black were recognized as 
distinct. Still later, at the time when the bulk of the Rig Veda was composed, red, yellow and black 
were recognized as three separate shades, but these three included all color that man at that age was 
capable of appreciating. Still later white was added to the list and then green; but throughout the Rig 
Veda, the Zend Avesta, the Homeric poems and the Bible the color of the sky is not once mentioned, 
therefore, apparently, was not recognized. For the omission can hardly be attributed to accident; the 
ten thousand lines of the Rig Veda are largely occupied with descriptions of the sky; and all its 
features— sun, moon, stars, clouds, lightning, sunrise and sunset— are mentioned hundreds of times. 
So also the Zend Avesta, to the writers of which light and fire, both terrestrial and heavenly, are 
sacred objects, could hardly have omitted by chance all mention of the blue sky. In the Bible the sky 
and heaven are mentioned more than four hundred and thirty times, and still no mention is made of 

the color of the former. In no part of the world is the blue of the sky more intense than in Greece 
and Asia Minor, where the Homeric poems were composed. Is it possible to conceive that a poet (or 
the poets) who saw this as we see it now could write the forty-eight long books of the Iliad and 
Odyssey and never once either mention or refer to it? But were it possible to believe that all the 
poets of the Rig Veda, Zend Avesta, Iliad, Odyssey and Bible could have omitted the mention of the 
blue color of the sky by mere accident, etymology would step in and assure us that four thousand 
years ago, or, perhaps, three, blue was unknown, for at that time the subsequent names for blue 
were all merged in the names for black. 

The English word blue and the German blau descend from a word that meant black. The Chinese hi- 
u-an, which now means sky-blue, formerly meant black. The word nil, which now in 

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[paragraph continues] Persian and Arabic means blue, is derived from the name Nile, that is, the 
black river, of which same word the Latin Niger is a form. 

It does not seem possible that at the time when men recognized only two colors, which they called 
red and black, these appeared to them as red and black appear to us~though just what the sensations 
were which they so named cannot of course be now ascertained. Under the name red it seems they 
included with that color white, yellow and all intermediate tints; while under the name black they 
seem to have included all shades of blue and green. As the sensations red and black came into 
existence by the division of an original unital color sensation, so in process of time these divided. 
First red divided into red-yellow, then that red into red-white. Black divided into black-green, then 
black again into black-blue, and during the last twenty-five hundred years these six (or rather these 
four—red, yellow, green, blue) have split bp into the enormous number of shades of color which are 
now recognized and named. The annexed diagram shows at a glance the order in which the 
spectrum colors became visible to man. 

It can be shown in an entirely independent manner that if the color sense did come into existence as 
here supposed the successive order in which the colors are said (following ancient documents and 
etymology) to have been recognized by man is actually the order in which they must have been so 
recognized and the scientific facts now about to be adduced must be admitted to be remarkably 
confirmatory of the above conclusions, while being drawn from sources entirely separate and 

The solar or other light rays that excite vision are named red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, 
violet. These rays differ the one from the other in the length and amplitude of the waves which 
compose them, and both the length and amplitude of the waves diminish in the order in which the 
names have just been given. But the force or energy of a light wave—that is to say, its power of 
exciting vision, is proportional to the square of its amplitude [180. 272, and especially 181. 136]. 
According to this law the energy the power of exciting vision— of the red rays is several 

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thousand times as great as the energy of the violet, and there is a regular and rapid decrease of 
energy as we pass down the spectrum from red to violet. It is plain that if there has been such a 
thing as a growing perfection in the sense of vision in virtue of which, from being insensible to 
color the eye became gradually sensible of it, red would necessarily be the first color perceived, 
then yellow, then green, and so on to violet; and this is exactly what both ancient literature and 
etymology tell us took place. 

The comparative modernness of the color sense is further attested by the large number of persons in 
all countries who are what is called color-blind—that is, persons who are at the present day entirely 
or partially without color sense. "Wilson's assertion that probably one in five and twenty is color- 
blind long remained doubted because not proved in reference to sufficiently large numbers. Till we 
had comparison methods, and principally Hohngren's, no satisfactory data could be obtained. His in 
proper hands so quickly decides a case that tests have already been made in thousands of persons. 
Based on at least two hundred thousand examinations is the result that four per cent, of males are 

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color blind in greater or less degree, and one-fourth of one per cent, of females." [135. 242.] This 
would make one case of color-blindness to every forty-seven persons. 

The degree of universality of the color sense in a race is, of course, an important fact in estimating 
its degree of evolution as compared with other races. In this connection the following facts are of 
interest [122. 716]: "In Japan among 1,200 soldiers 1.58 per cent, were red-blind, and 0.833 per 
cent, green-blind. Among 373 boys 1 per cent, were red-blind; among 270 girls 0.4 per cent. Among 
596 men examined by Dr. Berry, of Kyoto, 5.45 per cent, showed defective color sense. Among the 
Japanese, as a whole, the percentage of color-blindness is less than in Europeans or Americans. 
Among 796 Chinese examined in various places no cases of color-blindness were found, but there 
was a tendency often seen to mix green and blue. This peculiarity was brought out with much 
greater emphasis by Dr. Fielde, of Swatow, China, who examined 1,200 Chinese of both sexes, 
using Thompson's wool tests. Among the 600 men were 19 who were color-blind, and among 600 
women only 1. The percentage of color-blindness among Chinamen is, then, about 3 per cent., and 
does not vary greatly from that of Europeans." 

In color-blindness the general vision is not affected; the individual distinguishes light and shade, 
form and distance, as well as do other persons. This also goes to show that the color sense is more 
superficial, less fundamental, and probably therefore acquired later than the other powers that 
belong to the function of sight. For a person could not lose one of the more fundamental elements of 
vision (the sense of visual form, for instance) and retain the other sight faculties unimpaired. 

Color-blindness is in fact an instance of what is called atavism, or relapse to a condition which was 
normal in the ancestry of the individual, but which does not properly belong to the species al. the 
time in which he lives. The frequency of this relapse (estimated, as we have seen, to occur in one 
person out of every forty-seven) indicates that the color sense is comparatively modem; for atavism 
is more frequent in inverse proportion to the length 

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of time that has elapsed since the organ or function lost or improperly taken on (as the case may be) 
has (in the one case) normally existed in the race or (in the other) been discarded in the process of 
evolution. The rationale of this law (which will be again referred to) is obvious: it depends upon the 
simple fact that the longer any organ or function has been in existence in a race the more certainly 
will it be inherited. The existence of color-blindness, then, in so large a percentage of the population 
shows that the color sense is a modern faculty. The relative visibility of the different colored light 
rays makes it certain that if the color sense was acquired it would undoubtedly have been so in the 
order in which philologists claim it actually was acquired, and the concurrence of these two sets of 
facts, the one drawn from natural philosophy and the other from etymology, together with the fact 
of color-blindness, is so striking that it seems impossible to refuse assent to the conclusions 


Another recently acquired faculty is the sense of fragrance. It is not mentioned in the Vedic hymns 
and only once in the Zend Avesta. Geiger [91. 58] tells us that the custom of offering incense with 
the sacrifice is not yet met with in the Rig Veda, though it is found in the more recent Yadshurveda. 
Among the Biblical books the sense of the fragrance of flowers first makes its appearance in the 
"Song of Songs." According to the description in Genesis there were in Paradise all kinds of trees 
"that were pleasant to the sight and good for food," no mention being made of pleasant odors. The 
Apochryphal book of Henoch (of the first century B.C., or even later), extant in Ethiopian, likewise 
describes Paradise, but does not omit to extol the delightful fragrance of the Tree of Knowledge, as 
well as other trees, in the Garden of Eden. 

Besides this evidence it is said to be capable of proof from language that no such sense as that of 
fragrance existed in the early times of the Indo-Europeans. And it is also worth mentioning 

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in this connection that no animal (although many of these so greatly surpass us in recognition by 
scent) possesses, so far as we know or can discover, any sense of fragrance, and that children do not 
acquire it until they are several years old—not, indeed, for several years after they have acquired, 
more or less perfectly, the sense of color; thus corresponding in their mental development (as 
pointed out above) with the evolution of the general human mind, for the color sense probably came 
into existence in the race many thousand years before the sense of fragrance. 


Instincts which are both human and animal, as the sexual and maternal, undoubtedly came down to 
man through long lines of descent and have been in possession of himself and his ancestors for 
millions of years; but the human moral nature, though it is rooted in and has grown from these, is of 
comparatively recent origin. It not only does not go back behind the birth of self consciousness, but 
it is certainly very much more recent than this. 

Man, that is. Self Consciousness, as has been said, must have come into being some three hundred 
thousand years ago when the first Alalus Homo uttered the first true word. In the individual to-day 
man is born when the child becomes self conscious—at the average age of, say, three years. Among 
the Indo-European races not more than about one individual (so-called idiot) in a thousand grows to 
maturity without attaining to Self Consciousness. Self Consciousness having appeared in an 
individual, is only lost in great and rare crises— as in the delirium of fever and in some forms of 
insanity, notably mania; on the other hand the human moral nature does not appear in the individual 
(on the average) until, say, half-way between three years old and maturity. Instead of one or two in a 
thousand, several times the same number in a hundred are born, grow up and die without a moral 
nature. Instead of being lost in great and rare crises it is constantly being temporarily lost. All these 
indications go to prove that the human moral nature is a much more recent birth of time 

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than is the human intellect, and that if we suppose the latter to be three hundred thousand years old 
we cannot suppose the former to be anything like that age. 


Primeval man, from whom we are all descended, has still upon the earth in these later days, two 
representatives—first, the savage; second, the child. It would be true to say that the child is a savage 
and the savage a child, and through the mental state represented by these two, not only each 
individual member of the race, but the race itself as a whole, has passed. For, as in his intrauterine 
evolution the individual man retraces and summarizes in a few brief months the evolution of the 
human race, physically considered, from the initial unicellular form in which individual life began 
through all intervening phases between that and the human form, resuming in each day the slow 
evolution of millions of years, so likewise does the individual man in his mental development from 
birth to maturity retrace and summarize the evolution of the psychical life of the race; and as the 
individual physical man begins at the very bottom of the scale as a unicellular monad, so does the 
psychical man begin on the bottom round of the ladder of mind, and in his ascent of a few dozen 
months passes through the successive phases each of which occupied in its accomplishment by the 
race thousands of years. The characteristics of the mind of the savage and of the child will give us, 
when found, the characteristics of the primeval human mind from which has descended the average 
modern mind that we know, as well as the exceptional minds of the great men of history of the 
present day. 

The chief differences between the primeval, the infantile and the savage mind on the one hand and 
the civilized mind on the other, is that the first (called for the sake of brevity the lower mind) is 
wanting in personal force, courage, or faith, and also in sympathy, or affection; and that it is more 
easily excited to terror or anger than is the second or civilized mind. There are of course 

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other differences than these between the lower mind and the higher— differences in intellect, and 
even in sense perceptions; but these, though great in themselves, have not the supreme significance 
of the basic, fundamental, moral differences just mentioned. The lower mind then lacks faith, lacks 
courage, lacks personal force, lacks sympathy, lacks affection— that is (to sum up), it lacks peace, 
content, happiness. It is prone to the fear of things known, and still more to vague terror of things 
unknown; it is prone to anger, rage, hatred— that is (to again sum up), to unrest, discontent, 
unhappiness. On the other hand, the higher mind (as compared with the lower) possesses faith, 
courage, personal force, sympathy, affection; that is, it possesses (relatively) happiness; is less prone 
to fear of things known and unknown and to anger and hatred— that is, to unhappiness. 

The statement thus broadly made does not seem at first sight to mean very much, but in fact it 
means almost everything; it contains the key to our past, our present and our future, for it is the 
condition of the moral nature (thus briefly adverted to) that decides for each one of us, from 
moment to moment, and for the race at large, from age to age, what sort of a place this world in 
which we live shall appear to be— what sort of a place it is indeed for each one of us. For it is not 
our eyes and ears, nor even our intellects, that report the world to us; but it is our moral nature that 
settles at last the significance of what exists about us. 

The members of the human race began by fearing much and disliking much, by loving or admiring 
little and by trusting still less. It is safe to say that those earliest men of the river drift, and the cave 
men, their successors, saw little beauty in the outer world in which they lived, though perhaps their 
eyes, in most other respects, were fully as keen as ours. It is certain that their family affections (as 
in the case of the lowest savages of to-day) were, to say the least, rudimentary, and that all men 

outside their immediate family were either feared or disliked, or both. When the race emerged from 
the cloud-covered past into the light of what may be called inferential history, the view men took of 
the government of the universe, of the character of the beings and 

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forces by which this government was carried on, of the position in which man stood to the 
governing powers, of his prospects in this life and after it, were (as in the case of the lower races of 
to-day) gloomy in an extreme degree. Since that time neither the world nor the government of the 
world have changed, but the gradual alteration in the moral nature of man has made it in his eyes a 
different place. The bleak and forbidding mountains, the awe-inspiring sea, the gloomy forests, the 
dark and fearful night, all the aspects of nature which in that old time were charged with dread, have 
in the place of it become clothed with a new and strange beauty. The whole human race and all 
living things have put on (in our eyes) a charm and sacredness which in the old times they were far 
from possessing. The governing powers of the universe (obedient to the same beneficent influence) 
have been gradually converted from demons into beings and forces less and less inimical, more and 
more friendly, to man; so that in all respects each age has interpreted the universe for itself, and has 
more or less discredited the interpretations of previous ages. 

Which is the correct interpretation' ? What mind, of all the vast diversity of the past and present, in 
all this long series, pictures to itself most correctly the outer world? Let us see. Let us consider for 
a moment our spiritual genealogy, and dwell on its meaning. Our immediate ancestors were 
Christians. The spiritual progenitor of Christianity was Judaism. Judaism, having its beginning in 
that group of tribes collectively called Terachite or Hebrew—Ibrim, those of the other side (i.e., of 
the Euphrates)~descended from the mythical Ab-orham or Abraham [137-91f]; these tribes being 
themselves a twig of the great Semitic branch of the Caucasian race stock, sprang directly from 
Chaldean polytheism. Chaldean polytheism again in its turn was a development in direct descent of 
the Sun and Nature worship of the primitive undivided Caucasian family. The Sun and Nature 
worship again no doubt had its root in, and drew its life from, initial Fetishism, or the direct worship 
of individual earthly objects. In this long descent (although we apply different names to different 
parts of the continuous series, as if there were lines of 

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demarcation between these different parts) there has been no break, and in all the thousands of years 
never such a thing as a new departure. In these spiritual matters the maxim "Natura non facit 
saltum" holds as firmly as it does in physics and geology. The whole affair is a simple matter of 
growth strictly analogous to the unfolding of the branch from the bud, or of the plant from its seed. 
As has been well said: "La religion etant un des produits vivants de Thumanite doit vivre, c'est-a- 
dire, changer avec elle" [136: 45]. And on last analysis it will be found that under the vast diversity 
of external appearance, from Fetishism to Christianity—underlying the infinite variety of formulas, 
creeds and dogmas resumed under these five heads—the essential element upon which all else 
depends, which underlies all and is the soul of all, is the attitude of the moral nature. And all 
changes in th intellectual form and outer aspect of religion are as obedient to the gradual change 
taking place in this as are the movements of the hands and wheels of the watch to the expansive 
force of its mainspring. The external world stands fast, but the spirit of man continually grows, and 
as it does so its own vast Brocken shadow (thrown out by the moral nature but shaped by the 
intellect), which it projects on the midst of the infinite unknown, necessarily (like a dissolving 
view) changes and changes, following the alterations in the substance (that is, the soul of man) 
which gives life and reality to the shadowy phantom which plain folk call their creed, and which 
metaphysicians call the philosophy of the absolute. 

But in thus interpreting, from age to age, the unknown universe in which we live, it is to be 
observed that we are (on the whole) constantly giving a better and better report of it. We attribute to 
our gods (as the ages pass) better and better characters, and we constantly expect at their hands 
better and better treatment, both in the present life and after death. That means (of course) that the 
quantity of trust or faith which we possess is steadily increasing and encroaching upon its opposite, 
fear, which is as constantly lessening. So equally it may be said of charity, sympathy, or affection, 
that the constant increase of that 

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faculty is steadily changing to us the aspect of the visible world, just as the growth of faith is 
altering the image we form for ourselves of that greater world which is invisible. Nor is there any 
indication that this double process has come to an end or that it is likely to come to an end. 


The length of time during which the race has been possessed of any given faculty may be more or 
less accurately estimated from various indications. In cases in which the birth of the faculty took 
place in comparatively recent times—within, for instance, the last twenty-five or thirty thousand 
years—philology (as we have seen) may assist materially in determining the approximate date of its 
appearance. But for comparatively old faculties, such as the human intellect or simple 
consciousness, this means necessarily entirely fails us. We fall back, then, upon the following tests: 

1 . The age at which the faculty appears in the individual man at the present time. 

2. The more or less universality of the faculty in the adult members of the race to-day. 

3. The readiness, or the reverse, with which the faculty is lost— as in sickness. 

4. The relative frequency with which the faculty makes its appearance in dreams. 

1 . Of each of our mental faculties it may be predicated that it has its own normal or average age for 
appearing in the individual; as, for instance, memory and simple consciousness appear within a few 
days after birth; curiosity ten weeks after; use of tools twelve months after; shame, remorse, and a 
sense of the ludicrous— all of them about fifteen months after birth. Now it is to be noted that in 
every instance the time of appearance of a faculty in an infant corresponds with the stage at which 
the same faculty 

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appears (as far as can be at present ascertained) in the ascending animal scale, just as in the case of 
later appearing faculties, their age of appearing in the individual corresponds with their period of 
appearance in the race; for instance, memory and simple consciousness occur in animals as 
primitive as the echinodermata, while the use of tools is not met with below monkeys; and shame 
and remorse and a sense of the ludicrous are almost if not entirely confined (among animals) to the 
anthropoid ape and the dog. So of purely human faculties, self consciousness, which appears in the 
individual at the average age of about three years, made its appearance in the race certainly more 
than a thousand centuries ago, while the musical sense, which does not appear in the individual 
before adolescence or puberty, cannot (to judge by the records) have existed in the race more than a 
very few thousand years. 

2. The longer a race has been in possession of a given facuhy the more universal will that faculty be 
in the race. This proposition scarcely needs proof Every new faculty must occur first of all in one 
individual, and as other individuals attain to the status of that one they too will acquire it, until, after 
perhaps many thousand years, the whole race, having attained to that status, the faculty will have 
become universal. 

3. The longer a race has been in possession of a given faculty the more firmly is that faculty fixed in 
each individual of the race who possesses it. In other words: the more recent is any given faculty the 
more easily is it lost. Authority for this proposition (which indeed it scarcely needs) will be quoted 
where it is stated in another connection. It is almost, if not quite, a self-evident proposition. 

4. A study of dreaming seems to reveal the fact that in sleep such mind as we have differs from our 
waking mind, especially by being more primitive; that, in fact, it would be almost strictly true to say 
that in dreams we pass backward into a prehuman mental life; that the intellectual faculties which 
we possess in dreams are, especially, recepts as distinguished from our waking concepts; while in 
the moral realm they are equally those faculties, 

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such as remorse, shame, surprise, along with the older and more basic sense functions, which 
belonged to us before we reached the human plane, and that the more modern mental faculties, such 
as color sense, musical sense, self consciousness, the human moral nature, have no existence in this 
condition, or if any of them do occur it is only as a rare exception. 

Let us now compare one with the other a few of the faculties which have been already mentioned in 
the light of the rules laid down. To do this will give us, more clearly than perhaps anything else 
could, a definite notion of the growth of mind by the successive addition of new functions. For this 
purpose let us take (as a few examples and to stand for all) simple consciousness, shame, self 
consciousness, color sense, the human moral nature, the musical sense, cosmic consciousness. 

Simple consciousness makes its appearance in the human infant within a few days after birth; it is 
absolutely universal in the human race; it dates far back before the earliest mammals; it is lost only 
in deep sleep and coma; it is present in all dreams. 

Shame, remorse and a sense of the ludicrous are all said to be born in the human infant at about the 
age of fifteen months; they are all prehuman faculties and are all found in the dog and in apes, and 
they undoubtedly existed in our prehuman ancestors; they are all almost universal in the race, being 
absent only in very low idiots; they are all three common in dreams. 

Self consciousness makes its appearance in the child at the average age of three years; it is not 

present in any species but the human; it is, in fact, that faculty, the possession of which by an 

individual constitutes him a man. It is not universal in our race, being absent in all true idiots; that 

is, it is permanently absent in about one in each thousand human beings in Europe and America. 

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There must, however, be many members of low races, such as the Bushmen of South Africa [**] 
and native Australians, who never attain to this faculty. In our ancestry self consciousness dates 
back to the first true man. Thousands of years must have elapsed between its first appearance and its 
universality, just as thousands of years are now passing between the first cases of cosmic 

consciousness and its universality. A race, we are told, unclothed, walking erect, [*+] gregarious, 
without a true language, to a limited extent tool-using, destitute of marriage, government, or any 

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animal, but in virtue of its relatively high moral nature (making it gregarious) and its highly 
developed receptual intelligence, king of animals, developed self consciousness, and by that fact 
became man. It is impossible to say how long ago it was when this event occurred, but it could not 
have been less than several hundred thousand years. This faculty is lost much more easily than is 
simple consciousness. We lose it in coma and also often in the delirium of fever; in certain forms of 
insanity, as in mania, it is often lost for weeks and months at a time; lastly, it is never present in 

The color sense has been already considered. It remains to say a few words from the present point 
of view. It comes into existence gradually in the individual—at three or four years there may be a 
trace of it. At eight years of age it was found by Jeffries [135-242] still absent in a large percentage 
of children. Twenty to thirty per cent, of schoolboys are said to be color-blind, while only four per 
cent, of adult males are so. Dr Favre, of Lyons [135-243] reported in 1874 to the French Congress 
for the Advancement of Science, at Lille, "some observations that seemed to him to prove that 
congenital color-blindness was curable" [135-242], but it does not seem to have occurred to him 
that the color sense, being invariably absent in very young children, and making its appearance at a 
variable age, as the child advances toward maturity, color blindness would necessarily appear to the 
teacher, watching the development of the child and exercising its sense of sight upon colors, to be 
"cured." We have seen above that the color sense in the race cannot be many tens of thousands of 
years old. 

Color sense is absent in one human being out of every forty-seven. It is seldom present in dreams, 
and when it does occur, that is, when any color is seen in a dream, it is generally that color which 
for good reasons was first perceived by man, namely, red. 

The following occurrence illustrates (in a striking manner) the usual absence of the color sense 
during the partial consciousness which occurs in sleep. A man whose hair is white dreamed that he 
was looking in a glass and saw plainly that his hair was 

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not only much thicker than he knew it to be in fact, but instead of being white, as he also knew it to 
be, it was black. Now he well remembered in his dream that his hair had never been black. It had, in 
fact, been a light brown. He wondered (it is worth mentioning here that wonder or surprise is a 
prehuman faculty, and is common in dreams) in his dream that his hair should be black, 
remembering distinctly that it had never been so. The important thing to note about the dream under 
consideration is that, though it was clear to the dreamer's mind that his hair had never been black, 
yet he did not remember that it had been brown. For some reason there was a difficulty in calling up 
before consciousness any color. The same man dreamed that he had wounded with a knife an enemy 
who had attacked him; the bleeding was profuse but the blood was white; he knew in his dream that 
it should not be white, but no image of its true color or of any color presented itself 

The human moral nature includes many faculties, such as conscience, the abstract sense of right and 
wrong, sexual love as distinguished from sexual desire or instinct, parental and filial love as 
distinguished from the corresponding instincts (man has both these instincts in common with the 
brutes as well as the higher feelings), love of our fellow men as such, love of the beautiful, awe. 

reverence, sense of duty or responsibility, sympathy, compassion, faith. No human nature is 
complete without these and others; it is therefore a very complex function; but for the purpose of 
the present argument it must be treated as if it were a simple sense. Now at what age does this 
human moral nature appear in individual man? It is never present in quite young children. It is often 
still absent at puberty and even at adolescence. It is a late acquired faculty. It would probably not be 
far wrong to say that the average age for its appearance in the individual is somewhere about fifteen 
years. It would seem clear from a study of history that our human moral nature cannot be more than 
some ten or twelve thousand years old. For a careful consideration of the records that have come 
down to us from the early Romans, Hellenes, Hebrews, Egyptians, Assyrians and Babylonians 

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indicate unmistakably that as we go back into the past this faculty tapers down toward the vanishing 
point, and if it continues so to taper as we ascend the ages all of what we distinctively call our 
human moral nature would certainly have disappeared by the time we had got back the number of 
centuries mentioned—ten or twelve thousand years. 

In what proportion of the men and women of civilized countries does the human moral nature fail to 
appear? There are so many men and women who have a partial moral nature, so many who, having 
little or none, wear (as well as may be) the outer semblance of one; the judging of men and women 
in this regard is so difficult—the problem is so veiled and so complicated— that it is impossible to 
give more than an opinion. But let any one who is curious read a few such books as those by 
Despine [66] and Ellis [76]— then view the men and women among whom he lives by the light thus 
supplied, and he will be forced to the conclusion that the proportion of the adults who have little or 
no, or an undeveloped, moral nature is far greater than of those who have little or no, or an 
undeveloped, color sense. We probably should not be far wrong if we said that at least forty men 
and women out of every thousand in America and Europe are in the position indicated. 

Then how many races of men are there still living upon the earth none or very few of the members 
of which have what could be called from the point of view of our civilization a human moral 
nature? Again, while self consciousness is lost, not of course always, but frequently, in insanity and 
fever, the moral nature is, we must all admit, subject to much more frequent lapses and absences 
and with far less cause. 

Self consciousness appeared in the race, as we have seen, about three hundred thousand years ago. 
The above considerations would point to a very much later date for the appearance of the moral 
nature. And do not all records and historic indications, so far as they go, support this inference? 

Finally, the musical sense (a faculty which is now in act of being born) does not appear in the 
individual before adolescence. 

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Name of Faculty 
Approximate Average Age of Appearance in Man 

Absent in what proportion of Adult Members of Race at Present Time 

Time of Appearance of Faculty in Race 

How far back does Faculty Reach into Prehuman forms? 

With what Degree of Facility is the Faculty Lost in Man? 


Few days after birth 

To the Echinodermata 
Only lost in deep sleep and coma; present in dreams 

Simple Consciousness 

Few days after birth 



To the Echinodermata 

Only lost in deep sleep and coma; present in dreams 


Ten weeks 



Insects and spiders 

Only lost in deep sleep and coma; present in dreams 

Use of Tools 
Twelve months 

Present in dreams 


Fifteen months 



Anthropoid apes and dogs 

Present in dreams 

Fifteen months 

Anthropoid apes and dogs 
Present in dreams 

Sense of Ludicrous 

Fifteen months 



Anthropoid apes and dogs 

Present in dreams 

Self Consciousness 
Three years 

In 1 in 1,000 

300,000 years ago 

Peculiar to man 

Lost in coma, delirium, often in mania; never present in dreams 

Color Sense 

Four years 

In 1 in 47 

30,000 or 40,000 years ago 

Not in man's progenitors 

Seldom present in dreams 

Sense of Fragrance 

Five years 



Not in man's progenitors 

Not present in dreams 

Human Moral Nature 
Fifteen years 
In 1 in 20 or 25 
10,000 years ago 
Peculiar to man 
Unstable—easily and constantly lost; not present in dreams 

Musical Sense 
Eighteen years 

In more than half 

Less than 5,000 years ago 

Not in man's progenitors 

Only occasionally present; hardly ever present in dreams, even in case of musicians 

Cosmic Consciousness 
Thirty-five years 
In all but one in many millions 
Just dawning now 
Peculiar to man 
Only present few seconds to few hours in any case; then passes away of itself 

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[paragraph continues] It does not exist in more than half the members of our race. It has existed less 
(perhaps considerably less) than five thousand years. It is never, or almost never, present in dreams, 
even in the case of professional musicians. While self consciousness in insanity is lost, as said, 
occasionally, the musical sense in that condition might be said to be invariably lost—at least after an 
experience of twenty-five years, with about five thousand cases of lunacy, the writer cannot recall a 
case where the musical sense was retained, the person being insane. 

The accompanying summary, in tabular form, of the main facts concerning the evolution of the 
faculties mentioned and some others, will make, it is believed, the whole subject more intelligible 
than any long exposition thereof The figures in the table and text are not given as being exact, but 
for the sake of conveying a clear idea which it is thought will be correct enough for the present 

To sum up: as ontogeny is nothing else but philogeny in petto—that is, as the evolution of the 
individual is necessarily the evolution of the race in an abridged form, simply because it cannot in 
the nature of things be anything else— cannot follow any other lines, there being no other lines for it 
to follow— it is plain that organs and faculties (speaking broadly and generally) must appear in the 
individual in the same order in which they appeared in the race, and the one being known, the other 
may with confidence be assumed. 

When a new faculty appears in a race it will be found, in the very beginning, in one individual of 
that race; later it will be found in a few individuals; after a further time in a larger percentage of the 
members of the race; still later in half the members; and so on, until, after thousands of generations, 
an individual who misses having the faculty is regarded as a monstrosity. Note, too— and this is 
important— when the new faculty appears, especially if it be in the direct line of the ascent of the 
race, as in the case of Simple, Self, or Cosmic, Consciousness, it must appear first in a member, 
then in members, of the race who have reached full maturity. For an immature individual (other 
things being 

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equal) cannot over-pass or go beyond a mature individual of the same race. 

Thus, as the eons pass, has the great trunk of the tree of life grown taller and from time to time shot 
forth twigs which have grown to branches, and these again to noble limbs, which in their turn have 
put out twigs and branches, many of them of great size and in number uncountable. We know that 
the tree has not ceased to grow, that even now, as always, it is putting forth new buds, and that the 
old shoots, twigs and branches are most of them increasing in size and strength. Shall the growth 
stop to-day L It does not seem likely. It seems more likely that other limbs and branches undreamed 
of to-day shall spring from the tree, and that the main trunk which from mere life grew into 
sensitive life, simple consciousness and self consciousness shall yet pass into still higher forms of 
life and consciousness. 


M6:* As regards the absence of self consciousness in idiots the examination of the inmates of a 
large idiot asylum revealed the fact that the faculty was absent in fully ninety per cent. The patients 
examined were nearly all over ten years of age. Of course a few of them might attain to self 
consciousness later on. Dictionaries and works on idiocy [101] define an idiot as "a human being 
destitute of the ordinary mental powers"; but it would seem that "a human being in whom, the usual 
age being past, in consequence of atavism, self consciousness has not been developed," would be 
more accurate and better While the definition [p. 47] of imbecile would be: "A human being, who, 
though self conscious, is, in consequence of atavism, to a large extent destitute of the ordinary 
mental powers." 

M7:* For the mental status of Bushmen see Anderson [1-9, 216, 217, 218, 227, 228, 232, 291], who 
gives the facts from actual observation without speculation or theory; he is a close observer and 
evidently a faithful reporter. See also some remarkable pages by Olive Schreiner [90-2, 4] in which 
she describes these same Bushmen (as does Anderson) from personal observation. Along with much 
else she states, for instance, that: "These small people had no fixed social organization; wandering 
about in hordes or as solitary individuals, without any settled habitation, they slept at night under 
the rocks or in wild-dog holes, or they made themselves a curious little wall of loose bushes, raised 
up on the side from which the wind blew, and strangely like an animal's lair; and this they left again 
when the morning broke. They had no flocks or herds and lived on the wild game, or when that 
failed them, ate snakes, scorpions, insects or offal, or visited the flocks of the Hottentots. They wore 
no clothing of any kind, and their weapons were bows and arrows, the strings of the bows being 
made from the sinews of wild animals, and the arrows tipped with sharpened bones or flint stones, 
poisoned with the juice of a bulb or dipped in the body of a poisonous caterpillar: and these formed 
their only property. They had no marriage ceremony and no permanent sex relations, any man or 
woman cohabiting during pleasure; maternal feeling was at its lowest ebb, mothers readily 
forsaking their young or disposing of them for a trifle; and paternal feeling was non-existent. Their 
language is said by those who have closely studied it to be so imperfect that the clear expression of 
even the very simplest ideas is difficult. They have no word for wife, for marriage, for nation: and 
their minds appear to be in the same simple condition as their language. The complex mental 
operations necessary for the maintenance of life under civilized conditions they have apparently no 
power of performing; no member of the race has in any known instance been taught to read or 
write, nor to grasp religious conceptions clearly, though great efforts have been made to instruct 
them." It seems impossible to believe that as a race these creatures are self conscious. 

M7:+ Walking erect. If the view here taken of mental, and human, evolution should be accepted it 

would throw some light on our remote past. One corollary from it would be that our ancestors 
walked erect for hundreds of thousands of years before they became self conscious—that is, before 
they became men and began to speak. The age at which infants begin to walk is (mentally) the age 
of the dog and the ape. From fifteen or eighteen months to three years of age the child passes 
through the mental strata which lie between these animals and self consciousness. During that time 
the child's receptual intelligence becomes more and more perfect, the recepts themselves become 
more and more complex, nearer and nearer to concepts, until these last are actually formed and self 
consciousness is established. It would seem that something like a half million of years of evolution 
must have elapsed between the status of the highest anthropoid apes and that of man. Perhaps this 
may be a comforting reflection to those people who do not; like the idea of having descended from 
some Simian form. 

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As in the evolution of an individual tree some branches flourish while others fail; as in a forest 
some trees grow tall and stretch out wide branches while others are stunted and die out; as in the 
onward and upward progress of any species some individuals are in advance of the main body while 
others lag behind; so in the forward march of the collective human mind across the centuries some 
individual minds are in the van of the great army, while in the rear of the column stagger and fall 
vast numbers of defective specimens. 

In any race the stability of any faculty is in proportion to the age of the faculty in the race. That is, a 
comparatively new faculty is more subject to lapse, absence, aberration, to what is called disease, 
and is more liable to be lost, than an older faculty. To many this proposition will seem a truism. If 
an organ or faculty has been inherited in a race for, say, a million generations, it seems, a priori, 
certain that it is more likely to be inherited by a 

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given individual of that race than is an organ or faculty which originated, say, three generations 
back. A case in point is what is called genius. Genius consists in the possession of a new faculty or 
new faculties, or in an increased development of an old faculty or old faculties. This being the case, 
it seems to Galton [92] necessary to write a good sized volume to prove that it is hereditary. So far 
was that from being an obvious fact that even yet the heredity of genius is far from being 
universally accepted. But no one ever wrote a book to prove that either sight, hearing, or self 
consciousness is hereditary, because every one (even the most ignorant) knows without any 
argument that they are so. On the point in question Darwin says, speaking of horses: "The want of 
uniformity in the parts which, at the time, are undergoing selection chiefly depends on the strength 
of the principle of reversion" [67: 288]. That is, parts or organs which are undergoing change by 
means of selection are liable to lose what has been gained by reverting to the initial condition. And 
again he says: "It is a general belief among breeders that characters of all kinds become fixed by 
long continued inheritance" [67: 289]. In another place he speaks of the "fluctuating and, as far as 
we can judge, never ending variability of our domestic productions, the plasticity of their whole 
organization" [67: 485], and he at, tributes this instability to the recent changes these have 
undergone under the influence of the artificial selection to which they have been subjected. And in 

still another place Darwin speaks of "the extreme variability of our domesticated animals and 
cultivated plants." 

But it is scarcely necessary to carry this argument further. Any one who is willing to give the matter 
a thought will admit that the shorter time an organ or faculty has been possessed by a race the more 
unstable must it be in the race, and, consequently, in the individual; the more liable will it be to be 
dropped; the more liable to be defective; the more liable to vary; the more liable to be or to become 
imperfect—as we say, diseased. And that, per contra, the longer time an organ or faculty has existed 
in any race, the more certain it is to be inherited and the more certain it is to assume a 

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definite, typical character—that is, the more certain it is to be normal, the more certain it is to agree 
with the norm or type of the said organ or faculty. In other words, the less likely it is to be 
imperfect— what we call defective or diseased. This being allowed, it will readily be granted: 1st, 
That the race whose evolution is the most rapid will (other things being equal) have the most 
breakdowns; and, 2d, That in any given race those functions whose evolution is the most rapid will 
be the most subject to breakdowns. 

If these principles be applied to the domesticated animals (which have, most of them, within the last 
few hundred generations, been much differentiated by artificial selection), they will explain what 
has often been looked upon as anomalous— namely, the much greater liability to disease and early 
death of these as compared with their wild prototypes. For that domestic animals are more liable to 
disease and premature death than wild, is admitted on all hands. The same principle will explain 
also how it is that the more highly bred an animal is— that is, the more widely it has been 
differentiated in late generations from a previous type— the more liable will it be to disease and 
premature death. 

Taking now these general rules home to ourselves— to the human race— we find them to mean that 
those organs and functions which have been the latest acquired will be most often defective, absent, 
abnormal, diseased. But it is notorious that in civilized man, especially in the Aryan race, the 
functions which have undergone most change in the last few thousand years are those called 
mental— that great group of functions (sensuous, intellectual, moral) which depend upon, spring 
from, the two great nervous systems— the cerebro-spinal and the great sympathetic. This great group 
of functions has grown, expanded, put forth new shoots and twigs, and is still in the act of 
producing new faculties, at a rate immeasurably greater than any other part of the human organism. 
If this is so then within this great congeries of faculties it is inevitable that we should meet with 
constant lapses, omissions, defects, breakdowns. 

Clinical observation teaches day by day that the above reasoning 

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is solidly grounded. It presents lapses of all degrees and in unlimited varieties; lapses in sense 
function, such as color-blindness and music deafness; lapses in the moral nature, of the whole or a 
part; in the intellect, of one or several faculties; or lapses, more or less complete, of the whole 
intellect, as in imbecility and idiocy. But over and above all these lapses, and as a necessary 
accompaniment of them, we have that inevitable breaking down of function, once established in the 
individual, which we call insanity, as distinguished from the various forms and degrees of idiocy. 
For it is easy to see that if a function or faculty belonging to any given species is liable for any 
general cause to be dropped in a certain proportion of the individuals of that species, it must be also 
liable to become diseased— that is, to break down— in cases where it is not dropped. For if the faculty 

in question is by no means always developed in the individual—if it quite frequently fails to appear- 
that must mean that in many other cases in which it does appear it will not be fully and solidly 
formed. We cannot imagine a jump from the total non-appearance of a given function in certain 
members of a species to the absolute perfection and solidity of the same function in the rest of the 
members. We know that species do not grow that way. We know that in a race in which we have 
some men seven feet high and others only four that we shall find, if we look, men of all statures 
between these extremes. We know that in all cases extremes presented by the race are bridged (from 
one to the other) by full sets of intermediary specimens. One man can lift a thousand pounds, 
another can lift only a hundred; but between these are men the limit of whose strength fills up the 
whole gap between the hundred and the thousand pounds. One man dies of old age at forty years, 
another at one hundred and thirty years, and every year and month between forty years and one 
hundred and thirty years is the limit of some man's possible life. The same law that holds for the 
limit of faculties holds also for the solidity and permanence of faculties. We know that in some men 
the intellectual functions are so unstable that as soon as they are established they crumble down- 
crushed (as it were) by their own weight— like a 

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badly built house, the walls of which are not strong enough to sustain the roof Such are extreme 
cases of so-called developmental insanity— cases in which the mind falls into ruins as soon as it 
comes into existence or even before it is fully formed; cases of insanity of puberty and adolescence, 
in which nature is barely able to form or half form a normal mind and totally unable to sustain it, 
the mind, consequently, running down at once back into chaos. The hopelessness of this class of 
cases (as regards recovery) is well understood by all alienists, and it is not difficult to see why such 
insanities should and must be practically incurable, since their very existence denotes the absence of 
the elements necessary to form and maintain a normal human mind in the subjects in question. 

In the realm of insanity, properly so called— that is, excluding the idiocies— these cases occupy the 
extreme position at one end of the scale, while those persons who only become maniacal or 
melancholic under the most powerful exciting causes, such as child-birth and old age, occupy the 
other end. That is, we have a class in whom the mind, without a touch, crumbles into ruin as soon as 
formed or even before it is fully formed. Then we have another class in which the balance of the 
mental faculties is only overturned by the rudest shocks, and then only temporarily, since the cases 
to which I refer recover in a few weeks or months if placed under favorable conditions. But between 
these extremes the whole wide intermediate space is filled with an infinite variety of phases of 
insanity, exhibiting every possible condition of mental stability and instability between the two 
extremes noticed. But throughout the whole range of mental alienation this law holds, namely: that 
the latest evolved of the mental functions, whether intellectual or moral, suffer first and suffer most, 
while the earliest evolved of the mental and moral functions suffer (if at all) the latest and the least. 

If the mind be likened to a growing tree, then it can be said that the lesser onsets of insanity shrivel 
its leaves— paralyze, or partially paralyze, their functions for a time, the leaves standing for the later 
formed and more fragile emotions and concepts, and 

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especially for the later formed combinations of these; that deeper attacks kill the leaves and damage 
the finer twigs; that still more profound disturbances kill the finer twigs and injure the larger; and so 
on, until, in the most profound and deep-rooted insanities, as in the developmental dementias, the 
tree is left a bare, ghastly trunk, without leaves or twigs and almost without branches. 

And in all this process of destruction the older formed faculties, such as perception and memory. 

desire for food and drink, shrinking from injury, and the more basic sense functions, endure the 
longest; while, as has been said, the latest evolved functions crumble down first, then the next latest, 
and so on. 

A fact that well illustrates the contention that insanity is essentially the breaking down of mental 
faculties which are unstable chiefly because they are recent, and that it rests therefore upon an 
evolution which is modern and still in progress, is the comparative absence of insanity among 

It has been said that the large percentage of insanity in America and Europe depends directly upon 
the rapid evolution in late millenniums of the mind of the Aryan people. Very few would claim that 
the negro mind is advancing at anything like the same rate. As a consequence of these different rates 
of progression we have in the Aryan people of America a much higher percentage of insanity than is 
found in the negro race. 

When the United States census of 1880 was taken it was found that among forty-three millions of 
white people there were eighty-six thousand insane—exactly one in five hundred—while among six 
and three-quarter million negroes only a little more than six thousand were insane, which is a 
proportion of only about one to eleven hundred. Doubtless if we had statistics of other backward 
and stationary peoples a similar state of matters would be found— all such facts as we have leading 
to the conclusion that among savages and semi-savages there exists comparatively little insanity. 

In conclusion the results arrived at in this chapter may be summed up as follows: 

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1. The stability of a faculty in the individual depends upon its age in the race. The older the faculty 
the more stable it is, and the less old the less stable. 

2. The race whose evolution is most rapid will be the most subject to breakdown. 

3. Those functions in any given race whose evolutions are the most rapid will be the most subject to 

4. In the more progressive families of the Aryan race the mental faculties have for some 
millenniums last past developed with great rapidity. 

5. In this race the large number of mental breakdowns, commonly called insanity, are due to the 
rapid and recent evolution of those faculties in that race. 

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As the faculties referred to in the last division of this volume, and many more, came into existence 
in the race, each in its own time, when the race was ready for it, let us assume, as we must, that 
growth, evolution, development, or whatever we choose to call it, has (as thus exemplified) always 
gone on, is going on now, and (as far as we can tell) will always go on. If we are right in such an 
assumption new faculties will from time to time arise in the mind as, in the past, new faculties have 
arisen. This being granted, let us assume that what in this book is called Cosmic Consciousness is 
such a nascent, such a werdende, faculty. And now let us see what we know about this new sense, 
state, faculty, or whatever it may be called. And, first, it may be noted that the new sense does not 
appear by chance in this man or that. It is necessary for its appearance that an exalted human 
personality should exist and supply the pre-conditions for its birth. In the great cases especially is 
there an exceptional development of some or all of the ordinary human faculties. Note particularly, 
since that case is unmistakably known to us, the singular perfection of the intellectual and moral 
faculties and of the special senses in Walt Whitman [103: 57-71]. It is probable that an 
approximation to this evolutionary excellence is necessary in all cases. Then certainly in some, 
probably in all, cases the person has an exceptional physique—exceptional beauty of build and 
carriage, exceptionally handsome features, exceptional health, exceptional sweetness of temper, 
exceptional magnetism. 

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The faculty itself has many names, but they have not been understood or recognized. It will be well 
to give some of them here. They will be better understood as we advance. Either Gautama himself, 
or some one of his early disciples, called it "Nirvana" because of the "extinction" of certain lower 
mental faculties (such as the sense of sin, fear of death, desire of wealth, etc., etc.) which is directly 
incident upon its birth. This subjugation of the old personality along with the birth of the new is, in 
fact, almost equivalent to the annihilation of the old and the creation of a new self The word 
Nirvana is defined as "the state to which the Buddhist saint is to aspire as the highest aim and 
highest good." Jesus called the new condition "the Kingdom of God" or the "Kingdom of Heaven," 
because of the peace and happiness which belong to it and which are perhaps its most characteristic 
features. Paul called it "Christ." He speaks of himself as "a man in Christ," of "them that are in 
Christ." He also calls it "the Spirit" and "the Spirit of God." After Paul had entered Cosmic 
Consciousness he knew that Jesus had possessed the cosmic sense and that he was living (as it 
were) the life of Jesus—that another individuality, another self, lived in him. This second self he 
called Christ (the divinely sent deliverer), identifying it not so much with the man Jesus, as with the 
deliverer which was to be sent and which had been sent in his person, who was both Jesus (the 
ordinary self conscious man) and Messiah (the herald and exemplar of the new, higher race). The 
duplex personality of men having cosmic consciousness will appear many times as we proceed and 
will be seen to be a constant and prominent phenomenon. Mohammed called the cosmic sense 
"Gabriel," and seems to have looked upon it as a distinctly separate person who lived in him and 
spoke to him. Dante called it "Beatrice" ("Making Happy"), a name almost or quite equivalent to 
"Kingdom of Heaven." Balzac called the new man a "specialist" and the new condition 
"Specialism." Whitman called cosmic consciousness 

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"My Soul," but spoke of it as if it were another person; for instance: 

O soul repressless, I with thee and thou with me. . . 
We too take ship O soul. . . . 
With laugh and many a kiss . . . 
O soul thou pleasest me, I thee. 

Bacon (in the Sonnets) has treated the cosmic sense so emphatically as a distinct person that the 
world for three hundred years has taken him at his word and has agreed that the "person" in 
question (whatever his name may have been) was a young friend of the poet's! 

To illustrate the objectification of this purely subjective phenomenon (though it must be 
remembered that to the person with cosmic consciousness the terms objective and subjective lose 
their old meaning—and "objects gross" and the "unseen soul" become "one"), it will not be amiss to 
quote a passage [173: 5] from a poet who, though he is a case of cosmic consciousness, is not 
included in the present volume for the reason that the present writer has not been able to obtain the 
details necessary for that purpose. 

So mused a traveler on the earthly plane 
Being in himself a type of all mankind. 
For aspirations dim at first possessed 
Him only, rising vaguely in his dreams, 
Till in ripe years his early musings changed 
To inspiration and the light of soul. 
Then vision came, and in the light he saw 
What he had hoped now openly revealed; 
And much besides—the inmost soul of things. 
And "beauty" as the crown of life itself. 
Ineffable, transcending mortal form; 
For robed in light, no longer fantasy. 
Before his gaze the true "ideal" stood. 
Sublimely fair, beyond conception, clothed 
In beauty and divinest symmetry. 
Yet pined he not like him of Latmos when 
In dreaming ecstasy, upon the hills 
Beneath the moon, he saw his love unveiled; 
For well he knew the crowning of his life 
Was in that vision and would be fulfilled. 

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Nay, was fulfilled, for henceforth by his side 
A radiant being stood, his guiding light 
And polar star, that as a magnet held 
Him in the hold of ever-during love! 
But how describe this being henceforth his? 
What words can tell what words transcend, but say 
That she was fair beyond all human thought? 
For who could paint those features and that form 
So exquisitely moulded that no art 

Could reach them, or convey in any mode 
The smile upon those rosy lips or catch 
And give the full expression of those eyes, 
So wonderful, half veiled beneath the sweep 
Of soft and curving lashes, that enhanced 
Beyond describing the effect that flowed 
From out the liquid depths of those full orbs. 
The founts of love, so full of smouldering fire 
And passion, yet so tender and so chaste? 
Her every movement, too, so perfect, seemed 
Like nature heightened by unconscious art. 
And all her bearing gentleness itself; 
For not that majesty that overawes 
That high, imperious consciousness of worth. 
That makes the lowly shrink abashed—was here. 
But in its stead was all the winning grace 
And sweetness that immortal Love could add 
To beautify its shrine and make thereof 
A fitting habitation for itself: 
For bending forward with that wondrous look. 
So inexpressible, she seemed to say: 
"Thou art mine own, mine equal and my spouse. 
My complement, without whom I were nought; 
So in mine eyes thou art more fair than I, 
For in thee only is my life fulfilled." 
Then added, in harmonious voice, aloud: 
"Thou long hast thought upon life's mystery. 
Its vast, eternally recurring rounds 
Of rest and rebirth and activity. 
And sought therein the passage of the soul 
From light to dark, from dark to light again. 
Come then with me, and we will see in part 
The latter in its human phase unveiled." 
So saying, with her presence she endowed 
Him with new senses, faculties and powers. 
That far surpassed the limits of the old. 

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It has already been incidentally mentioned that a race entering upon the possession of a new faculty, 
especially if this be in the line of the direct ascent of the race, as is certainly the case with cosmic 
consciousness, the new faculty will necessarily be acquired at first not only by the best specimens 
of the race but also when these are at their best—that is, at full maturity and before the decline 
incident to age has set in. What, now, are the facts in this regard as to the coming of the cosmic 

They may be summarized in a few words as follows: Of thirty-four cases, in which illumination was 
instantaneous and the period at which it occurred was with some degree of certainty known, the age 

at which the person passed into cosmic consciousness was in one instance twenty-four years; in 
three, thirty years; in two, thirty-one years; in two, thirty-one and a half years; in three, thirty-two 
years; in one, thirty-three years; in two, thirty-four years; in eight, thirty-five years; in two, thirty- 
six years; in two, thirty-seven years; in two, thirty-eight years; in three, thirty-nine years; in one, 
forty years; in one, forty-nine years, and, in one, fifty-four years. 

Evidence will be given as the cases are treated individually, and the age of each person at 
illumination will be given below in a tabular statement, along with other facts. 


Cosmic Consciousness, then, appears in individuals mostly of the male sex, who are otherwise 
highly developed—men of good intellect, of high moral qualities, of superior physique. It appears at 
about that time of life when the organism is at its high watermark of efficiency, at the age of thirty 
to forty years. It must have been that the immediate precursor of Cosmic Consciousness—Self 
Consciousness— also appeared at first in mid-life, here and there, in isolated cases, in the most 
advanced specimens of the race, becoming more and more nearly universal (as 

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the race grew up to it), manifesting itself at an earlier and earlier age, until (as we see) it declares 
itself now in every fairly constituted individual, at about the age of three years. 

Analogy, then, would lead us to believe that the step in promotion which is the subject of this 
volume also awaits the whole race— that a time will come when to be without the faculty in question 
will be a mark of inferiority parallel to the absence at present of the moral nature. The presumption 
seems to be that the new sense will become more and more common and show itself earlier in life, 
until after many generations it will appear in each normal individual at the age of puberty or even 
earlier; then go on becoming still more universal, and appearing at a still earlier age, until, after 
many thousands of generations, it shows itself immediately after infancy in nearly every member of 
the race. 


It must be clearly understood that all cases of Cosmic Consciousness are not on the same plane. Or, 
if we speak of Simple Consciousness, Self Consciousness and Cosmic Consciousness as each 
occupying a plane, then, as the range of Self Consciousness on its plane (where one man may be an 
Aristotle, a Caesar, a Newton, or a Comte, while his neighbor on the next street may be 
intellectually and morally, to all appearance, little if at all above the animal in his stable) is far 
greater than the range of Simple Consciousness in any given species on its plane, so we must 
suppose that the range of Cosmic Consciousness (given millions of cases, as on the other planes) is 
greater than that of Self Consciousness, and it probably is in fact very much greater both in kind and 
degree: that is to say, given a world peopled with men having Cosmic Consciousness, they would 
vary both in the way of greater and less intellectual ability, and greater and less moral and spiritual 
elevation, and also in the way of variety of character, more than would the inhabitants of a planet on 
the plane of Self Consciousness. Within the plane of Cosmic Consciousness one man shall be a god 
while another shall not be, to casual observation. 

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lifted so very much above ordinary humanity, however much his inward Ufe may be exalted, 
strengthened and purified by the new sense. But, as the Self Conscious man (however degraded) is 
in fact almost infinitely above the animal with merely simple consciousness, so any man 
permanently endowed with the Cosmic Sense would be almost infinitely higher and nobler than any 
man who is Self Conscious merely. And not only so, but the man who has had the Cosmic Sense for 
even a few moments only will probably never again descend to the spiritual level of the merely self 
conscious man, but twenty, thirty or forty years afterwards he will still feel within him the 
purifying, strengthening and exalting effect of that divine illumination, and many of those about 
him will recognize that his spiritual stature is above that of the average man. 


The hypothesis adopted by the present writer requires that cases of cosmic consciousness should 
become more numerous from age to age, and not only so but that they should become more perfect, 
more pronounced. What are the facts? Putting aside minor cases, such as must have appeared and 
been forgotten by hundreds in the last few millenniums, of those given above at least thirteen are so 
great that they can never fade from human memory—namely: Gautama, Jesus, Paul, Plotinus, 
Mohammed, Dante, Las Casas, John Yepes, Francis Bacon, Jacob Behmen, William Blake, Balzac, 
Walt Whitman. 

From Gautama to Dante we count eighteen hundred years, within which period we have five cases. 
Again from Dante to the present day we count six hundred years, in which we have eight cases. 
That is to say, while in the earlier period there was one case to every three hundred and sixty years, 
in the later there was a case to each seventy-five years. In other words, cosmic consciousness has 
been 4.8 times more frequent during the latter period than it was during the former. And before the 
time of Gautama? There were probably no, or few and imperfectly developed, cases. 

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We know that at present there are many of what may be called lesser cases, but the number of these 
cannot be compared with the number of similar cases in the past, for the reason that the latter are 
lost. It must also be remembered that the thirteen "great cases" given above are only perhaps a small 
fraction of cases just as great which have occurred since the time of Gautama, for prob. ably only a 
small proportion of the "great cases" undertake and carry through work which ensures them 
remembrance. How easily might the memory even of Jesus have been obliterated from the minds of 
his contemporaries and followers almost before it was born. Many to-day think that, all else 
granted, if he had not been immediately followed by Paul, his work and name would have expired 
together almost with the generation that heard him speak. 

So true is this that so able a man as Auguste Comte considers St. Paul "le vrai fondateur du 
Catholicisme" (which in this connection is synonymous with "Christianisme") [65:356], gives him 
the eighth month in the "Calendrier Positiviste" [65: 332], and does not even award a day to Jesus, 
so little part did this latter seem to him to have played in the evolution of religion and of the race. 

And even of those who write, the work and memory must have often died and been lost. Of one of 
the greatest of these it may be said that had the great fire occurred only a few years earlier it might 
possibly have destroyed every copy of the 1623 folio and deprived the world forever of the 
"Shakespeare" drama. Either the spoken or written work of these men can only, in the nature of 

things, be appreciated by a select few of their contemporaries and is in almost every case 
exceedingly liable to be forgotten. That this is as true to-day as in the day of Gautama no one can 
doubt who has closely followed the career of Walt Whitman. Even in his case the written word 
would almost certainly have been lost if he had died (as he easily might) from accident or disease 
during the war, even although at that time three editions of the "Leaves" had been printed. He 
himself did not consider his message secure from extinction even almost down to the time of 

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his death, although he had labored unremittingly for thirty-five years at the planting of it. 

Then as to the relative greatness of ancient and modern cases. The judgment of the world at large 
must necessarily be against the latter, because the time required to arrive at an appreciation of them 
has not elapsed. And what is reason and so-called common sense worth in such a question as this, 
anyway f 

As Victor Hugo says of Les Genies: "Choisir entre ces hommes, preferer I'un a I'autre, indiquer du 
doigt le premier parmi ces premiers, cela ne se peut" [96:72-3]. What living man, indeed, is able to 
say, time enough having surely gone by, who was the greater, Gautama or Jesus f And if we cannot 
decide between these two, still less can we between either of them and, for instance. Whitman. 

Many believe to-day that the last named was the greatest spiritual force yet produced by the race— 
which would mean that he is the greatest case of cosmic consciousness to date. But the balance of 
opinion would be, of course, thousands to one averse to this contention. 


While its true nature has been (and necessarily so) entirely unapprehended, the fact of cosmic 
consciousness has been long recognized both in the Eastern and Western Worlds, and the great 
majority of civilized men and women in all countries to-day bow down before teachers who 
possessed the cosmic sense, and not only so but because they possessed the cosmic sense. And not 
only does the world at large look up with reverence to these men, but perhaps it would be nothing 
more than the simple truth to say that all uninspired teachers derive the lessons which they transmit 
directly or indirectly from the few who have been illumined. 


It seems that in every, or nearly every, man who enters into cosmic consciousness apprehension is at 
first more or less excited, 

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the person doubting whether the new sense may not be a symptom or form of insanity. Mohammed 
was greatly alarmed. I think it is clear that Paul was, and others to be mentioned further on were 
similarly affected. 

The first thing each person asks himself upon experiencing the new sense is: Does what I see and 
feel represent reality or am I suiTering from a delusion? The fact that the new experience seems 

even more real than the old teachings of simple and self consciousness does not at first fully 
reassure him, because he probably knows that delusions, when present, possess the mind just as 
firmly as do actual facts. 

True or not true, each person who has the experience in question eventually, perforce, believes in its 
teachings, accepting them as absolutely as any other teachings whatsoever. This, however, would 
not prove them true, since the same might be said of the delusions of the insane. 

How, then, shall we know that this is a new sense, revealing fact, and not a form of insanity, 
plunging its subject into delusion? In the first place, the tendencies of the condition in question are 
entirely unlike, even opposite to, those of mental alienation, these last being distinctly amoral or 
even immoral, while the former are moral in a very high degree. In the second place, while in all 
forms of insanity self-restraint~inhibition~is greatly reduced, sometimes even abolished, in cosmic 
consciousness it is enormously increased. The absolute proof of this last statement can be found in 
the lives of the men here cited as examples. In the third place (whatever the scoffers of religion may 
say) it is certain that modern civilization (speaking broadly) rests (as already said) very largely on 
the teachings of the new sense. The masters are taught by it and the rest of the world by them 
through their books, followers and disciples, so that if what is here called cosmic consciousness is a 
form of insanity, we are confronted by the terrible fact (were it not an absurdity) that our 
civilization, including all our highest religions, rests on delusion. But (in the fourth place), far from 
granting, or for a moment entertaining, such an awful alternative, it can be maintained that we have 

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same evidence of the objective reality which corresponds to this faculty that we have of the reality 
which tallies any other sense or faculty whatever. Sight, for instance: You know that the tree 
standing there, across the field, half a mile away, is real and not an hallucination, because all other 
persons having the sense of sight to whom you have spoken about it also see it, while if it were an 
hallucination it would be visible to no one but yourself By the same method of reasoning do we 
establish the reality of the objective universe tallying cosmic consciousness. Each person who has 
the faculty is made aware by it of essentially the same fact or facts. If three men looked at the tree 
and were asked half an hour afterwards to draw or describe it the three drafts or descriptions would 
not tally in detail, but in general outline would correspond. Just in the same way do the reports of 
those who have had cosmic consciousness correspond in all essentials, though in detail they 
doubtless more or less diverge (but these divergences are fully as much in our misunderstanding of 
the reports as in the reports themselves). So there is no instance of a person who has been illumined 
denying or disputing the teaching of another who has passed through the same experience. Paul, 
however little disposed by his prepossessions to accept them, as soon as he attained to the cosmic 
sense saw that the teachings of Jesus were true. Mohammed accepted Jesus as not only the greatest 
of the prophets, but as standing on a plane distinctly above that upon which stood Adam, Noah, 
Moses and the rest. He says: "And we sent Noah and Abraham and placed in their seed prophecy 
and the book; and some of them are guided, though many of them are workers of abomination! 
Then we followed up their footsteps with our apostles; and we followed them up with Jesus the son 
of Mary; and we gave him the gospel; and we placed in the hearts of those who followed him 
kindness and compassion" [153: 269]. And Palmer testifies: "Mohammed regards our Lord with 
particular veneration, and even goes so far as to call him the 'Spirit' and 'Word' of God, the 
'Messiah'" [152: 51]. Walt Whitman accepts the teachings of Buddha, Jesus, Paul, Mohammed, 
especially of Jesus, of whom he knew the most. As he says: "Accepting 

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the gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing assuredly that he is divine" [193:69]. And if, 
as Whitman once wished: "The great masters might return and study me" [193: 20], nothing is more 
certain than that they would each and all accept him as "a brother of the radiant summit." So all the 
men known to the present writer who have been (in greater or less degree) illumined, agree in all 
essentials with one another, and with all past teachers who have been so. Also, it seems that all men, 
free from prejudice, who know something of more than one religion, recognize, as does Sir Edwin 
Arnold, that the great faiths are "Sisters," or, as Arthur Lillie says, that "Buddha and Christ taught 
much the same doctrine" [110: 8]. 


As has been either said or implied already, in order that a man may enter into Cosmic 
Consciousness he must belong (so to speak) to the top layer of the world of Self Consciousness. Not 
that he need have an extraordinary intellect (this faculty is rated, usually far above its real value and 
does not seem nearly so important, from this point of view, as do some others) though he must not 
be deficient in this respect, either He must have a good physique, good health, but above all he 
must have an exalted moral nature, strong sympathies, a warm heart, courage, strong and earnest 
religious feeling. All these being granted, and the man having reached the age necessary to bring 
him to the top of the self conscious mental stratum, some day he enters Cosmic Consciousness. 
What is his experience? Details must be given with diffidence, as they are only known to the writer 
in a few cases, and doubtless the phenomena are varied and diverse. What is said here, however, 
may be depended on as far as it goes. It is true of certain cases, and certainly touches upon the full 
truth in certain other cases, so that it may be looked upon as being provisionally correct. 

a. The person, suddenly, without warning, has a sense of being immersed in a flame, or rose-colored 
cloud, or perhaps rather a sense that the mind is itself filled with such a cloud of haze. 

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b. At the same instant he is, as it were, bathed in an emotion of joy, assurance, triumph, "salvation." 
The last word is not strictly correct if taken in its ordinary sense, for the feeling, when fully 
developed, is not that a particular act of salvation is effected, but that no special "salvation" is 
needed, the scheme upon which the world is built being itself sufficient. It is this ecstasy, far beyond 
any that belongs to the merely self conscious life, with which the poets, as such, especially occupy 
themselves: As Gautama, in his discourses, preserved in the "Suttas"; Jesus in the "Parables"; Paul 
in the "Epistles"; Dante at the end of the "Purgatorio" and beginning of "Paradiso"; "Shakespeare" 
in the "Sonnets"; Balzac in "Seraphita"; Whitman in the "Leaves"; Edward Carpenter in "Towards 
Democracy"; leaving to the singers the pleasures and pains, loves and hates, joys and sorrows, 
peace and war, life and death, of self conscious man; though the poets may treat of these, too, but 
from the new point of view, as expressed in the "Leaves": "I will never again mention love or death 
inside a house" [193: 75]~that is, from the old point of view, with the old connotations. 

c. Simultaneously or instantly following the above sense and emotional experiences there comes to 
the person an intellectual illumination quite impossible to describe. Like a flash there is presented to 
his consciousness a clear conception (a vision) in outline of the meaning and drift of the universe. 
He does not come to believe merely; but he sees and knows that the cosmos, which to the self 
conscious mind seems made up of dead matter, is in fact far otherwise—is in very truth a living 
presence. He sees that instead of men being, as it were, patches of life scattered through an infinite 
sea of non-living substance, they are in reality specks of relative death in an infinite ocean of life. 
He sees that the life which is in man is eternal, as all life is eternal; that the soul of man is as 

immortal as God is; that the universe is so built and ordered that without any peradventure all things 
work together for the good of each and all; that the foundation principle of the world is what we call 
love, and that the happiness of every individual is in the long run absolutely certain. The person 
who passes through this 

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experience will learn in the few minutes, or even moments, of its continuance more than in months 
or years of study, and he will learn much that no study ever taught or can teach. Especially does he 
obtain such a conception of THE WHOLE, or at least of an immense WHOLE, as dwarfs all 
conception, imagination or speculation, springing from and belonging to ordinary self 
consciousness, such a conception as makes the old attempts to mentally grasp the universe and its 
meaning petty and even ridiculous. 

This awakening of the intellect has been well described by a writer upon Jacob Behmen in these 
words: "The mysteries of which he discoursed were not reported to him, he BEHELD them. He saw 
the root of all mysteries, the UNGRUND or URGRUND, whence issue all contrasts and discordant 
principles, hardness and softness, severity and mildness, sweet and bitter, love and sorrow, heaven 
and hell. These he SAW in their origin; these he attempted to describe in their issue and to reconcile 
in their eternal results. He saw into the being of God; whence the birth or going forth of the divine 
manifestation. Nature lay unveiled to him— he was at home in the heart of things. His own book, 
which he himself was (so Whitman: 'This is no book; who touches this touches a man') [193: 382], 
the microcosm of man, with his threefold life, was patent to his vision" [79: 852]. 

d. Along with moral elevation and intellectual illumination comes what must be called, for want of 
a better term, a sense of immortality. This is not an intellectual conviction, such as comes with the 
solution of a problem, nor is it an experience such as learning something unknown before. It is far 
more simple and elementary, and could better be compared to that certainty of distinct individuality, 
possessed by each one, which comes with and belongs to self consciousness. 

e. With illumination the fear of death which haunts so many men and women at times all their lives 
falls off like an old cloak—not, however, as a result of reasoning— it simply vanishes. 

f The same may be said of the sense of sin. It is not that the person escapes from sin; but he no 
longer sees that there is any sin in the world from which to escape. 

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g. The instantaneousness of the illumination is one of its most striking features. It can be compared 
with nothing so well as with a dazzling flash of lightning in a dark night, bringing the landscape 
which had been hidden into clear view. 

h. The previous character of the man who enters the new life is an important element in the case. 

i. So is the age at which illumination occurs. Should we hear of a case of cosmic consciousness 
occurring at twenty, for instance, we should at first doubt the truth of the account, and if forced to 
believe it we should expect the man (if he lived) to prove himself, in some way, a veritable spiritual 

j. The added charm to the personality of the person who attains to cosmic consciousness is always, 
it is believed, a feature in the case. 

k. There seems to the writer to be sufficient evidence that, with cosmic consciousness, while it is 
actually present, and lasting (gradually passing away) a short time thereafter, a change takes place 
in the appearance of the subject of illumination. This change is similar to that caused in a person's 
appearance by great joy, but at times (that is, in pronounced cases) it seems to be much more 
marked than that. In these great cases in which illumination is intense the change in question is also 
intense and may amount to a veritable "transfiguration." Dante says that he was "transhumanized 
into a God." There seems to be a strong probability that could he have been seen at that moment he 
would have exhibited what could only have been called "transfiguration." In subsequent chapters of 
this book several cases will be given in which the change in question, more or less strongly marked, 


The passage from self to cosmic consciousness, considered from the point of view of the intellect, 
seems to be a phenomenon strictly parallel to the passage from simple to self consciousness. 

As in the latter, so in the former, there are two chief elements: 

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a. Added consciousness; 

b. Added faculty. 

a. When an organism which possesses simple consciousness only, attains to self consciousness, it 
becomes aware for the first time that it is a separate creature, or self existing in a world which is 
apart from it. That is, the oncoming of the new faculty instructs it without any new experience or 
process of learning. 

b. It, at the same time, acquires enormously increased powers of accumulating knowledge and of 
initiating action. 

So when a person who was self conscious only, enters into cosmic consciousness— 

a. He knows without learning (from the mere fact of illumination) certain things, as, for instance: 
(1) that the universe is not a dead machine but a living presence; (2) that in its essence and tendency 
it is infinitely good; (3) that individual existence is continuous beyond what is called death. At the 
same time: 

b. He takes on enormously greater capacity both for learning and initiating. 


The parallel holds also from the point of view of the moral nature. For the animal that has simple 

consciousness merely cannot possibly know anything of the pure delight in simply living that is 
possessed (at least part of the time) by every healthy, well-constituted young or middle-aged man or 
woman. "Cannot possibly," for this feeling depends on self consciousness and without that can have 
no existence. The horse or dog enjoys life while experiencing an agreeable sensation or when 
stimulated by an agreeable activity (really the same thing), but cannot realize that everyday calm in 
the enjoyment of life, independent of the senses, and of outward things, which belongs to the moral 
nature (the basic fact, indeed, of the positive side of this), starting, as may be truly said, from the 
central well-spring of the life of the organism 

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[paragraph continues] (the sense of bien-etre~"well-being") that belongs to man as man and is in 
truth one of his most valued heritages. This constitutes a plain or plateau, in the region of the moral 
nature, upon which the sentient creature steps when passing, or as it passes, from simple to self 

Corresponding with this moral ascent and with those steps, above noted, taken by the intellect from 
simple to self, and from self to cosmic consciousness, is the moral ascent that belongs to the 
passage from self to cosmic consciousness. This can only be realized, therefore only described, by 
those who have passed through the experience. What do they say about it? Well, read what Gautama 
and the illuminati of the Buddhists tell us of Nirvana; namely, that it is the "highest happiness" 
[156:9]. Says the unknown, but unquestionably illumined writer, in the : "The devotee, whose 
happiness is within himself, and whose light [of knowledge] also is within himself, becoming one 
with the Brahman, obtains the Brahmic bliss" [154: 66]. Note the dicta of Jesus on the value of the 
"Kingdom of Heaven," to purchase which a man sells all that he has; remember the worth that Paul 
ascribes to "Christ," and how he was caught up into the third heaven; reflect on Dante's 
"transhumanization" from a man "into a God," and on the name he gives the cosmic sense: 
Beatrice~"Making Happy." Here, too, is his distinct statement of the joy that belongs to it: "That 
which I was seeing seemed to me a smile of the universe, for my inebriation was entering through 
the hearing and through the sight. O joy! O ineffable gladness! O life entire of love and of peace! O 
riches secure without longing!" [72:173]. See what Behmen says on the same subject: "Earthly 
language is entirely insufficient to describe what there is of joy, happiness, and loveliness contained 
in the inner wonders of God. Even if the eternal Virgin pictures them to our minds, man's 
constitution is too cold and dark to be able to express even a spark of it in his language" [97: 85]. 
Observe Elukhanam's oft-repeated exclamation: "Sandosiam, Sandosiam Eppotham"~"Joy, always 
joy." And again Edward Carpenter's "All sorrow finished," "The deep, deep ocean of joy within," 
"Being filled 

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with joy," "singing joy unending." Above all, bear in mind the testimony of Walt Whitman- 
testimony unvarying, though given in ever varying language, and upon almost every page of the 
Leaves, covering forty years of life: "I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing." "Wandering, amazed 
at my own lightness and glee." "O the joy of my spirit—it is uncaged— it darts like lightning." 

"I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O death." And that forecast of the future taken from his 
own heart— that future "when through these states walk a hundred millions of superb persons"— that 
is, persons possessed of the cosmic sense. And finally: "The ocean filled with joy— the atmosphere 
all joy! Joy, joy, in freedom, worship, love! Joy in the ecstasy of life: Enough to merely be! Enough 
to breathe! Joy, Joy! All overjoy" [193: 358]! 


"Well," some one will say, "if these people see and know and feel so much, why don't they come out 
with it in plain language and give the world the benefit of it?" This is what "speech" said to 
Whitman: "Walt, you contain enough, why don't you let it out, then?" [193: 50]. But he tells us: 

"When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, 
My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots. 
My breath will not be obedient to its organs, 
I become a dumb man" [193: 179]. 

[paragraph continues] So Paul, when he was "caught up into paradise," heard "unspeakable words." 
And Dante was not able to recount the things he saw in heaven. "My vision," he says, "was greater 
than our speech, which yields to such a sight" [72: 212]. And so of the rest. The fact of the matter is 
not difficult to understand; it is that speech (as fully explained above) is the tally of the self 
conscious intellect, can express that and nothing but that, does not tally and cannot express the 
Cosmic Sense—or, if at all, only in so far as this may be translated into terms of the self conscious 

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It will be well to state here (partly in recapitulation) for the benefit of the reader of the next two 
parts, briefly and explicitly, the marks of the Cosmic Sense. They are: 

a. The subjective light. 

b. The moral elevation. 

c. The intellectual illumination. 

d. The sense of immortality. 

e. The loss of the fear of death, 
f The loss of the sense of sin. 

g. The suddenness, instantaneousness, of the awakening. 

h. The previous character of the man—intellectual, moral and physical. 

i. The age of illumination. 

j. The added charm to the personality so that men and women are always (?) strongly attracted to 
the person. 

k. The transfiguration of the subject of the change as seen by others when the cosmic sense is 
actually present. 


It must not be supposed that because a man has cosmic consciousness he is therefore omniscient or 
infalUble. The greatest of these men are in a sense in the position, though on a higher plane, of 
children who have just become self conscious. These men have just reached a new phase of 
consciousness—have not yet had time or opportunity to exploit or master this. True, they have 
reached a higher mental level; but on that level there can and will be comparative wisdom and 
comparative foolishness, just as there is on the level of simple or of self consciousness. As a man 
with self consciousness may sink in morals and intelligence below the higher animal with simple 
consciousness merely, so we may suppose a man with cosmic consciousness may (in certain 
circumstances) be little if at all above another who spends his life on the 

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plane of self consciousness. And it must be still more evident that, however godlike the faculty may 
be, those who first acquire it, living in diverse ages and countries, passing the years of their self 
conscious life in different surroundings, brought up to view life and the interests of life from totally 
different points of view, must necessarily interpret somewhat differently those things which they see 
in the new world which they enter The marvel is that they all see the new world for what it is as 
clearly as they do. The main point is that these men and this new consciousness must not be 
condemned because neither the men nor the new consciousness are absolute. That could not be. For 
should man (passing upward from plane to plane) reach an intellectual and moral position as far 
above that of our best men to-day as are those above the average mollusk, he would be as far from 
infallibility and as far from absolute goodness or absolute knowledge as he is at present. He would 
have the same aspiration to achieve a higher mental position that he has to-day, and there would be 
as much room over his head for growth and amelioration as ever there was. 


As summary and introductory anticipation of the cases that are to follow, a tabular statement of 
those considered as probably genuine is here given. A few words upon this may be of interest. Upon 
glancing over it the first thing to strike the reader will be the immense preponderance of men over 
women among those who have had the new faculty. The second will be the, at first sight, curious 
fact (to be referred to again later) that in nearly all the cases in which the time of year is known 
illumination occurred between early spring and late summer, half of all the cases occurring in or 
about May and June. The third will be (and this fact is interesting from the point of view of 
physiology) that there appears to be a general correspondence between the age at illumination and 
the length of life of the individual. Thus the average age at illumination of Socrates, Mohammed, 
Las Casas and J. B. was 39 years, and the average age at death was 74 1/2 years (though 

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Date of Birth 

Age at Illumination 


Time of Year of Illumination 

Age at Death 














































Roger Bacon 











Las Casas 







John Yepes 




Early Summer 



Francis Bacon 













31 1/2 







Mde. Guy on 




























J. B.B. 


















H. B. 



R. R. 




Early Summer 






R. R 




J. H. J. 




Late Spring 


R. M. B. 





T. S. R. 





W. H. W. 












M. C. L. 




J. W. W. 


J. William Lloyd 

P. T. 





C. Y. E. 

31 1/2 


A. J. S. 




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one of them was executed while still hale and strong. In the case of Bacon, Pascal, Blake and 
Gardiner, the average age at illumination was 31 years, and at death only 55 1/4 years, being thus 
(on the average) 8 years younger at illumination and 9 1/4 years younger at death; while Gautama, 
Paul, Dante, Behmen, Yepes and Whitman, who all entered cosmic consciousness at the mean age 
of 34 to 36, had an average life duration of 62 years, one of them, Paul, having been executed at 67. 
We might expect this correspondence, for, as illumination takes place at full maturity, this would of 
course (in a general way) correspond with the life limit of the person. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 
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Gautama the Buddha. 

IT is not, of course, intended to write biographies here of the men given in this volume as cases of 
Cosmic Consciousness, nor, equally of course, can more than the faintest hint be given of their 
teaching. The facts quoted from their lives and the passages from their words are simply intended to 
establish and illustrate the fact that these men were illumined in the sense in which that word is used 
in this book. 


Siddhartha Gautama was born of wealthy parents (his father being rather a great landowner than a 
king, as he is sometimes stated to have been), between the years 562 and 552 B.C. It seems 
sufficiently certain that he was a case of Cosmic Consciousness, although, on account of the 
remoteness of his era, details of proof may be somewhat lacking. He was married very young. Ten 
years afterwards his only son, Rahula, was born. Shortly after Rahula's birth, Gautama, being then 
in his twenty-ninth year, suddenly abandoned his home to devote himself entirely to the study of 
religion and philosophy. He seems to have been a very earnest-minded man who, realizing keenly 
the miseries of the human race, desired above all things to do something to abolish, or at least 
lessen, them. The orthodox manner of attaining to holiness in Gautama's age and land was through 
fasting and penance, 

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and for six years he practiced extreme self-mortification. He gained extraordinary fame, for which 
he cared nothing, but did not gain the mental peace nor the secret of human happiness, for which he 
strove. Seeing that that course was vain and led to nothing, he abandoned asceticism and shortly 
afterwards, at about the age of thirty-five, attained illumination under the celebrated Bo tree. 


For our present purpose it is important to fix the age of the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense in this, 
as ii, other cases, as precisely as possible. Avery recent and probably good authority [60] gives it as 
thirty-six. Ernest de Bunsen in his work "The Angel Messiah" says that Buddha, like Christ, 
"commenced preaching at thirty years of age. He certainly must have preached at Vaisali, for five 
young men became his disciples there and exhorted him to go on with his teachings. He was 
twenty-nine when he left that place; therefore he might well have preached at thirty. He did not turn 
the wheel of the law (became illumined) until after a six years' meditation under the tree of 
knowledge" [109: 44]. 


Now as to the result of his illumination. What did he say about it? And what change did it effect in 
the man? The Dhamma-Kakka-Ppavattana-Sutta [159] is accepted by all Buddhists as a summary of 
the words in which the great Indian thinker and reformer for the first time successfully promulgated 
his new ideas [160: 140]. In it over and over again Gautama declares that the "noble truths" taught 
therein were not "among the doctrines handed down," but that "there arose within him the eye to 
perceive them, the knowledge of their nature, the understanding of their cause, the wisdom that 
lights the true path, the light that expels darkness." He could not well more definitely 

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state that he did not derive his authority to teach from the merely Self Conscious, but from the 
Cosmic Conscious, mind—that is, from illumination or inspiration. Compare with this what Behmen 
says of himself in the same connection: "I am not collecting my knowledge from letters and books, 
but I have it within my own Self; because heaven and earth with all their inhabitants, and moreover 
God himself, is in man" [97: 39]. 


In the Maha Vagga [162: 208] it is said that "during the first watch of the night following on 
Gautama's victory over the evil one (the night following upon his attainment of Cosmic 
Consciousness) he fixed his mind upon the chain of causation; during the second watch he did the 
same, and during the third watch he did the same." This tradition exists among both northern and 
southern Buddhists, has come down from the time before the separation of these churches, and is 
therefore probably genuine and from Gautama himself But it embodies in clear and concise 
language one of the most fundamental phenomena belonging to the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense: 
most probably "the revelation of exceeding greatness" of which Paul speaks; the vision of the 
"eternal wheels" of Dante; "the knowledge that passes all the argument of the earth" of Whitman; 
the "inner illumination by which we can ultimately see things as they are, beholding all creation— 
the animals, the angels, the plants, the figures of our friends, and all the ranks and races of human 
kind—in their true being and order," of Edward Carpenter. 


Again in the Akankheyya-Sutta [161: 210-18] is set forth the spiritual characteristics which belong 
to those who possess the Cosmic Sense. No one, not having it, could have written the description 
which, doubtless proceeds, as claimed, directly from 

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[paragraph continues] Gautama. Neither could any later possessor of the faculty set forth more 
clearly in the same number of words the distinctive marks which belong to it. For instance, it is said 
there that the attainment of Arhatship (supernatural insight— Nirvana— illumination— Cosmic 
Consciousness) "will cause a man to become": 

Gautama's Words. 

Beloved, popular, respected among his fellows, victorious over discontent[**] and lust; over 

spiritual danger and dismay; will bestow upon him the ecstasy of contemplation; [*+] will enable 
him to reach with his body, and remain in, those stages of deliverance which are incorporeal and 
pass beyond phenomena; [*++] cause him to become an inheritor of the highest heavens; [* section] 
make him being one to become multiple, being multiple to become one; [*###9553###]will endow 
him with clear and heavenly ear, surpassing that of men; enable him to comprehend by his own 
heart the hearts of other beings, and of other men, to understand all minds, the passionate, the calm, 
the angry, the peaceable, the deluded, the wise, the concentrated, the ever-varying, the lofty, the 
narrow, the sublime, the mean, the steadfast, the wavering,[**] the free and the enslaved; give him 
the power to call to mind his various temporary states in days gone by; such as one birth, two births, 
three, four, five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, a hundred, a thousand or a hundred thousand births; 
his births in many an eon of renovation; in many an eon of both destruction and renovation; to call 
to mind his temporary states in days gone by in all their modes and in all their details;[**] to see 
with pure and heavenly vision surpassing that of men, beings as they pass from one state of 
existence and take form in others; [**] beings base or noble, goodlooking or ill-favored, happy or 
miserable;[**] to know and realize emancipation of heart and emancipation of mind. 

Parallel Passages. 

[86-1]* "Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you my brother, my sister? I am sorry for you, 
they are not murderous or jealous upon me, all has been gentle with me, I keep no account with 
lamentation (what have I to do with lamentation?)" [193: 71]. "The holy breath kills lust, passion 
and hate" [M. C. L. infra]. 

[86-2]+ "Yet O my soul supreme! Knowest thou the joys of pensive thought? Joys of the free and 
lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart?" [193: 147]. 

[86-3]++ "Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me, above death" [193: 96]. 

[86-4] section "Heirs of God, and joint heirs with Christ" [19:8-17]. 

[86-5]###9553### "The other I am" [193: 32]. "Thou teachest how to make one twain" [176: 39]. 

[86-6]* Is this not a perfect description of a large and important part of what the Cosmic Sense did, 
for instance, for Dante, "Shakespeare," Balzac, Whitman?} 

[86-7]* "I pass death with the dying and birth with the new washed babe." "No doubt I have died 
myself ten thousand times before" [193: 34-37]. 

[86-8]* Compare "Faces" [193: 353] where this "heavenly vision" is seen in action. 

[86-9]* The final and supreme test. 

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A few other passages alluding to the cosmic sense and having more or less close parallels in the 
writings of more modern illuminati may be given in further illustration, but it is almost needless to 
say that whoever desires light on this subject should read for himself—not once, but over and over 
again—the words left us by these lords of thought. Mere is a passage from "The Book of the Great 

Decease." Gautama is teaching his disciples; he speaks as follows: 

So long as the brethren shall not engage in, or be fond of, or be connected with business—so long as 
the brethren shall not be in the habit of, or be fond of, or be partakers in idle talk—so long as the 
brethren shall not be addicted to, or be fond of, or indulge in slothfulness— so long as the brethren 
shall not frequent, or be fond of, or indulge in society— so long as the brethren shall neither have nor 
fall under the influence of sinful desires— so long as the brethren shall not become the friends, 
companions or intimates of sinners— so long as the brethren shall not come to a stop on their way (to 
Nirvana) because they have attained to any lesser thing (as riches or power)— so long may the 
brethren be expected not to decline, but to prosper [163 : 7 et seq.]. 

It is needless to quote parallel passages from Jesus, they are so numerous and will occur to 
everyone. But it is worth noting that Paul uses almost the same language, referring to the same 
figure which is in the mind of the Buddhist writer, when he says (comparing Nirvana, the Cosmic 
Sense and the things belonging to it to the prize of a race): "one thing I do, forgetting the things (the 
lesser things of the Buddhist text) which are behind, and stretching forward to the things which are 
before, I press on toward the goal unto the prize" [24: 3:13]. Compare also "The Song of the Open 
Road," in which the same thought is elaborately worked out [193:120]. Then as to the admonition 
against "business" and the "lesser things," such as wealth, consider the lives of Gautama, Jesus, 
Paul, Whitman and E. C, most of whom either were or might easily have been "well off," but either 
turned their backs upon their wealth (as Gautama or E. C.) or simply declined 

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to have any (as Jesus and Whitman) . In commentary upon this fact read these words of Whitman: 

Beyond the independence of a little sum laid aside for burial money, and of a few clapboards around 
and shingles overhead on a lot of American soil owned and the easy dollars that supply the year's 
plain clothing and meals, the melancholy prudence of the abandonment of such a great being as a 
man is to the toss and pallor of years of money making with all their scorching days and icy nights . 
. . is the great fraud upon modern civilization [191 : 10]. 


The following lines are quoted as a plain allusion to the Cosmic Sense— the whole Upanishad should 
be read: 

There lived once Svetaketu Aruneya (the grandson of Aruna). To him his father (Uddalaka, the son 
of Aruna) said: "Svetaketu, go to school; for there is none belonging to our race, darling, who, not 
having studied (the Veda), is, as it were, a Brahmana by birth only." 

Having begun his apprenticeship with a teacher when he was twelve years of age, Svetaketu 
returned to his father when he was twenty-four, having studied all the Vedas, conceited, considering 
himself well read and stern. 

His father said to him: "Svetaketu, as you are so conceited, considering yourself so well read, and 
so stem, my dear, have you ever asked for that instruction by which we hear what cannot be heard, 
by which we perceive what cannot be perceived, by which we know what cannot be known" 

"That seeing they may see and not perceive; and hearing they may hear and not understand" [15: 4. 
12]: "I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors, and that the 
eyesight has another eyesight, and the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice" [193: 


In the same connection read this verse: 

The teacher replies: It is the ear of the ear, the mind of the mind, the speech of speech, the breath of 
breath, and the eye of the eye [149: 147]. 

Just one more passage: 

That one (the self), though never stirring, is swifter than thought. The senses never reached it, it 
walked before them. Though standing still, it overtakes 

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the others who are running. The moving spirit bestows powers upon it. It stirs and it stirs not. It is 
far and likewise near It is inside of all this and it is outside of all this. 

And he who beholds all beings in the self and the self in all beings, he never turns away from it. 
When to a man who understands, the self has become all things, what sorrow, what trouble can 
there be to him who once beheld that unity [150: 311]? 

"The sense is a sense that one is those objects and things and persons that one perceives, and the 
whole universe" [62]. 


The specific reasons for believing that Gautama was a case of Cosmic Consciousness are: 

a. The initial character of his mind, which seems to have been ardent, earnest and aspiring; such, 
indeed, as usually (always 2) precedes the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense. 

b. The defmiteness and suddenness of the change in the man from unceasing aspiration and 
endeavor to achievement and peace. "A religious life is well taught by me" (says Gautama). "An 
instantaneous, an immediate life" [157: 104]. And, again, Gautama is said to teach "the 
instantaneous, the immediate, the destruction of desire, freedom from distress, whose likeness is 
nowhere" [157:211]. 

c. The age at which illumination is said to have been attained—the typical age for the oncoming of 
the Cosmic Sense—thirtyfive years. 

d. The general teaching of the "Suttas," said to have come from Gautama, which teachings 
undoubtedly spring from a mind possessed of Cosmic Consciousness. 

e. The intellectual illumination~"supernatural insight" [157: 78]~ascribed, and justly ascribed, to 
Gautama and proved by the above teachings—if these proceed from him. 

f The moral elevation attained by Gautama which nothing but the possession of Cosmic 
Consciousness will account for. 

g. Gautama seems to have had the sense of eternal life which belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. 
The Mahavagga is supposed to give with considerable accuracy his actual teaching in such matters 

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[158: 11] and [162: 208]. In it we find these words: "The man who has no desire, who knowingly is 
free from doubt, and has attained the depth of immortality, him I call a Brahmana" [157: 114]. It is 
important to note that the test is not a belief or assurance (however strong) in a future eternal life. 
The man, in order to be a Brahmana (to have attained Nirvana—Cosmic Consciousness), must 
already have acquired eternal life. 

h. The personal magnetism exerted directly by him upon his contemporaries, and through his words 
upon his disciples in all ages since. 

i. There is a tradition of the characteristic change in appearance known as "transfiguration." When 
he came down "from the mountain Mienmo a staircase of glittering diamonds, seen by all, helped 
his descent. His appearance was blinding" [109:63]. Allowing for Oriental exaggeration, a germ of 
truth may be contained in this tradition. 


If, now, Gautama had Cosmic Consciousness, and if, as seems almost certain, it has appeared 
among his followers generation after generation from his time until now, then it must have a name 
in the copious literature of the Buddhists. There is, in fact, a word used by these people as to the 
exact value of which Western students have always been more or less in doubt, but if to that word 
we assign this meaning all difficulty seems to be ended and the passages in which that word occurs 
are seen to have a clear and simple signification. The word referred to is Nirvana. 

Kinza M. Hirai says [2: 263]: "Nirvana is interpreted by Western nations as the actual annihilation 
of human desire or passion; but this is a mistake. Nirvana is nothing else than universal reason." 

It may be doubted whether Mr Hirai by "universal reason" means "Cosmic Consciousness," but his 
intention in using the expression is the same. If he realizes or shall ever realize what 

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[paragraph continues] Cosmic Consciousness is it is certain that he will say that Nirvana is a name 
for it. 


In further illustration of this point read (as follows) part of a chapter on Nirvana by an excellent 

authority [73: 110]--Rhys Davids: 

One might fill pages with the awestruck and ecstatic praise which is lavished in Buddhist writings 
on this condition of mind, the Fruit of the Fourth Path, the state of an Arahat, of a man made perfect 
according to the Buddhist faith. But all that could be said can be included in one pregnant phrase— 
this is Nirvana. 

There is no suffering for him who has finished his journey, and abandoned grief, who has freed 
himself on all sides, and thrown off all fetters. The gods even envy him whose senses like horses 
well broken in by the driver, have been subdued, who is free from pride, and free from appetites. 
Such a one who does his duty is tolerant like the earth, [**] like Indra's bolt; he is like a lake without 
mud; no new births are in store for him. His thought is quiet, quiet are his word and deed when he 
has obtained freedom by true knowledge [13 1 :27]. 

They who by steadfast mind have become exempt from evil desire, and well trained in the teachings 
of Gautama; they, having obtained the Fruit of the Fourth Path, and immersed themselves in that 
Ambrosia, have received without price and are in the enjoyment of Nirvana. Their old Karma [*+] 
is exhausted, no new Karma is being produced; their hearts are free from the longing after a future 
life;[**] the cause of their existence being destroyed, and no new yearning springing up within 
them, they the wise are extinguished like this lamp (Ratana Sutta). That mendicant conducts himself 
well who has conquered (sin) by means of holiness, from whose eyes the veil of error has been 
removed, who is well trained in religion; and who, free from yearning, and skilled in the 
knowledge, has attained unto Nirvana (Sammaparibbajaniya Sutta). What, then, is Nirvana, which 

[91-1]* "Who in his spirit in any emergency neither hastens nor avoids death" [193: 291]. 

"The earth neither lags nor hastens, does not withhold, is generous enough, the truths of the earth 
continually wait, they are not so concealed either, they are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print" 
[193: 176]. 

[91-2]+ Karma—one's action or acts considered as determining his lot after death and in a following 

[91-3]* A man who has acquired the Cosmic Sense does not desire eternal life—he has it. 

[92-1]* Nir, "out," vana "blowing," from root va, "blow," with suffix ana. That Nirvana [p. 92] 
cannot mean extinction in the sense of death is clear from the following passage: "And erelong he 
attained to that supreme goal of Nirvana— the higher life— for the sake of which men go out from all 
and every household gain and comfort to become homeless wanderers, yea that supreme goal did he 
by himself, and while yet in this visible world, bring himself to the knowledge of and continue to 
realize and to see face to face" [163: 110]. 

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means simply blowing out— extinction; [**] it being quite clear from what has gone before, that this 
cannot be the extinction of a soul? It is the extinction of that sinful, grasping condition of mind and 
heart which, would otherwise, according to the great mystery of Karma, be the cause of renewed 
individual existence. [Italics belong to text quoted.] 

That extinction is to be brought about by, and runs parallel with, the growth of the opposite 
condition of mind and heart; and it is complete when that opposite condition is reached. Nirvana is 
therefore the same thing as a sinless, calm state of mind; and if translated at all may best, perhaps. 

be rendered "holiness" —holiness, that is, in the Buddhist sense—perfect peace, goodness and 

To attempt translations of such pregnant terms is, however, always dangerous, as the new word- 
part of a new language which is the outcome of a different tone of thought— while it may denote the 
same or nearly the same idea, usually calls up together with it very different ones. This is the case 
here; our word holiness would often suggest the idea of love to, and awe in the felt presence of, a 
personal creator— ideas inconsistent with Buddhist holiness. On the other hand. Nirvana implies the 
ideas of intellectual energy, [**] and of the cessation of individual existence; [*+] of which the 
former is not essential to, and the latter is quite unconnected with our idea of holiness. 

Holiness and Nirvana, in other words, may represent states of mind not greatly different; but these 
are due to different causes and end in different results; and, in using the words, it is impossible to 
confine one's thought to the thing expressed, so as not also to think of its origin and its effect. 

It is better, therefore, to retain the word Nirvana as the name of the Buddhist summum bonum, 
which is a blissful holy state, a moral condition, a modification of personal character; [**] and we 
should allow the word to remind us, as it did the early Buddhists, both of the Path which leads to 
the extinction of sin,[*+] and also of the break of the transfer of Karma, which the extinction of sin 
will bring about. That this must be the effect of Nirvana is plain; for that state of mind which in 
Nirvana is extinct (upadana klesa, trishna) is precisely that which will, according to the great 
mystery of Buddhism, lead at death to the formation of a new individual, to whom the Karma 

[92-2]* Would need to, if it means Cosmic Consciousness. 

[92-3]+ Not so much cessation as the swallowing up of individual in universal existence. 

[92-4]* A modification of the man's personality. 

[92-5]+ The loss of the sense of sin is one of the most striking characteristics of the state of Cosmic 

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of the dissolved or dead one will be transferred. That new individual would consist of certain bodily 
and mental qualities or tendencies, enumerated, as already explained in the five Skandhas or 
aggregates. A comprehensive name of all five is upadi, a word derived (in allusion to the name of 
their cause, upadana) from upada, to grasp, either with the hand or the mind.[**] Now when a 
Buddhist has become an Arahat, when he has reached Nirvana, the Fruit of the Fourth Path, he has 
extinguished upadana and klesa, [*+] but he is still alive; the upadi, the skandhas, his body with all 
its powers— that is to say, the fruit of his former sin— remain. These, however, are impermanent, they 
will soon pass away,[*++] there will then be nothing left to bring about the rise of a new set of 
skandhas, of a new individual; and the Arahat will be no longer alive or existent in any sense at all, 
he will have reached Parinibbana, complete extinction, or Nir-upana-sesa-Nibbana dhatu, extinction 
so complete that the upadi, the five skandhas, survive no longer— that is, in one word, death. 

The life of man, to use a constantly recurring Buddhist simile or parable, is like the flame of an 
Indian lamp, a metal or earthenware saucer in which a cotton wick is laid in oil. One life is derived 
from another, as one flame is lit at another; it is not the same flame, but without the other it would 
not have been. As flame cannot exist without oil, so life, individual existence, depends on the 
cleaving to law and earthly things, the sin of the heart. If there is no oil in the lamp it will go out, 
though not until the oil which the wick has drawn up is exhausted; and then no new flame can be 

lighted there. And so the parts and powers of the sinless man will be dissolved, and no new being 
will be born to sorrow. The wise will pass away, will go out like the flame of a lamp, and their 
Karma will be individualized no longer. 

Stars long ago extinct may be still visible to us by the light they emitted 

[93-1]* In other words, desire (no matter of what)~desire in the abstract—is the basis of sin, of 
Karma, and is the thing that must be got rid of But desire is inseparable from the self conscious 
state and only ceases with the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense. 

[93-2]+ i.e., desire and sin. 

[93-3]++ We have here the same point of view as that taken by Paul —the worthlessness, the 
essential sinfulness, of the flesh. To the Buddhist Nirvana (the Cosmic Sense) is all in all; as to Paul, 
Christ (the Cosmic Sense) is all in all. The body is nothing or less than nothing. It is against this 
most natural view (for the glory of the Cosmic Sense is well calculated to throw into deep shade all 
the rest of life) that Whitman from first to last set himself He saw with the eye of a true seer—with 
the eye of absolute sobriety and common sense— that the self conscious life was as great in its way 
as was that of the new sense— let that be as divine as it would; saw that nothing ever was or could be 
greater than simple seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting, knowing— and on that he took his stand. "The 
other I am," he says (the old self) "must not be abased to you" (the new sense) "and you must not be 
abased to the other." 

Whitman has, and will always have, the eternal glory of being the first man who was so great that 
even the Cosmic Sense could not master him. 

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before they ceased to burn; but the rapidly vanishing effect of a no longer active cause will soon 
cease to strike upon our senses; and where the light was will be darkness. So the living, moving 
body of the perfect man is visible still, though its cause has ceased to act; but it will soon decay, and 
die and pass away; and, as no new body will be formed, where life was will be nothing. 

Death, utter death, with no new life[**] to follow, is then the result of, but is not. Nirvana. The 
Buddhist heaven is not death, and it is not on death, but on a virtuous life here and now, that the 
Pitakas lavish those terms of ecstatic description which they apply to Nirvana, as the Fruit of the 
Fourth Path of Arahatship. 

Thus Professor Max Mueller, who was the first to point out the fact, says (Buddhaghosha's 
Parables): "If we look in the Dhamma-pada, at every passage where Nirvana is mentioned there is 
not one which would require that its meaning should be annihilation, while most, if not all, would 
become perfectly unintelligible if we assigned to the word Nirvana that signification. The same 
thing may be said of such other parts of the Pitakas as are accessible to us in published texts. Thus 
the commentator on the Jataka quotes some verses from the Buddhavansa, or history of the 
Buddhas, which is one of the books of the second Pitaka. In those verses we have (inter alia) an 
argument based on the logical assumption that if a positive exists, its negative must also exist; if 
there is heat, there must be cold; and so on. In one of these pairs we find existence opposed, not to 
Nirvana, but to non-existence; whilst in another the three fires (of lust, hatred and delusion) are 
opposed to Nirvana (Fausboll Jataka texts). It follows, I think, that to the mind of the composer of 
the Buddhavansa, Nirvana meant not the extinction, the negation of being, but the extinction, the 
absence, of the three fires of passion. "[**] 

So little is known of the books of the northern Buddhist Canon, that it is difficult to discover their 
doctrine on any controverted point; but so far as it is possible to judge, they confirm that use of the 
word Nirvana which we find in the Pitakas. In the Lalita Vistara the word occurs in a few passages, 
in none of which is the sense of annihilation necessary, and in all of which I take Nirvana to mean 
the same as the Pali Nibbana.[*+] 

[94-1]* The man who has entered into Nirvana (the Cosmic Sense) has eternal life—any death that 
can then happen is the death of something no longer wanted. 

For the words "virtuous life" read "life with the Cosmic Sense." 

[94-2]* And this, a life of joy and exalted intelligence, free from desire, is life with Cosmic 

[94-3]+ Gautama says: "I went to Benares, where I preached the law to the five Solitaries. From that 
moment the wheel of my law has been moving, and the name of Nirvana made its appearance in the 
world" [164: 56]. This refers to the date of Gautama's illumination, and seems to plainly show that 
"Nirvana" is a name of Cosmic Consciousness. Elsewhere in the same book we are told of "men 
who walk in the knowledge of the law after the attaining of Nirvana" [164: 125]. And again: 
"Nirvana is a consequence of understanding that all things are equal" [164: 129]. Once more: 
"There is no real Nirvana without all-knowingness (Cosmic Consciousness); try to reach this" [164: 
140]. Also, Gautama speaks of himself as having explained in this world the perfect law, of having 
conducted to Nirvana innumerable persons [30: 179]. If he explained the perfect law and conducted 
to Nirvana 

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while still living he must certainly have reached Nirvana himself during his life. Gautama also 
addresses himself to men who have reached Nirvana. How could he do so if Nirvana was 
annihilation? The words of Burnouf 's translation are: "Je m'adresse a tous ces Cravakas, aux 
hommes qui sont parvenus a I'etat de Pratyekabuddha, a ceux qui ont ete etablis par moi dans le 
Nirvana, a ceux qui sont entierement delivres de la succession incessante des douleurs" [30: 22]. So, 
too, Sariputra, thanking and praising Gautama, says: "To-day I have reached Nirvana"--" Auj our 
d'hui o Bhagavat, j'ai acquis le Nirvana." Nirvana, therefore, is certainly something which a man 
may acquire and still go on living. 

The Tibetan rendering of the word is a long phrase, meaning, according to Burnouf,[**] "the state 
of him who is delivered from sorrow," or "the state in which one finds one's self when one is so 
delivered." This is confirmed by Mr. Beal's comprehensive and valuable work on Chinese 
Buddhism, where the Chinese version of the Sanskrit Parinirvana Sutra has the following: "Nirvana 
is just so. In the midst of sorrow there is no Nirvana and in Nirvana there is no sorrow." 

The early Sanskrit texts of the northern Buddhists, like the Pali texts of the Pitakas, all seem to look 
upon Nirvana as a moral condition, to be reached here, in the world, and in this life. 

[95-1]* Burnouf 's words are: "L'idee d'affranchissement est la seule que les interpretes tibetains 
aient vue dans le mot de Nirvana car c'est la seule qu'ils ont traduite. Dane les versions qu'ils 
donnent des textes sanscrits du Nepal, le terme de Nirvana est rendu par les mots mya-ngan-las- 
hdah-ba, qui signifient litteralment 'I'etat de celui qui est afifranchi de la douleur,' ou 'I'etat dans 
lequel on se trouve quand on est ainsi afifranchi'" [29: 17]. 


Finally, in order to show that as the word is used by those who know its meaning best it can hardly 
mean death and may well mean what is here called cosmic consciousness, read the following 
passages culled from the Dhamma-pada, one of the oldest and most sacred of the Buddhist 
scriptural books. Every passage in this book in which the word Nirvana occurs is here given and 
with them parallel passages from other analogous writings: 

Earnestness is the path of immortality[**] (Nirvana), thoughtlessness the path of death. Those who 
are in earnest do not die, those who are thoughtless are as if dead already [156:9]. These wise 
people, meditative, steady, always possessed of strong powers, attain to Nirvana, the highest 
happiness [156:9]. A Bhikshu (mendicant) who delights in reflection, who looks with fear on 
thoughtlessness, cannot fall away (from his perfect state)~he is close upon Nirvana [156: 11]. "One 
is the road 

[95-2]* It has been many times pointed out in this volume that earnestness of mind is a sine qua non 
to the attainment of cosmic consciousness. The verses here quoted bring out strongly this point. 

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that leads to wealth, another the road that leads to Nirvana;" if the Bhikshu, the disciple of Buddha, 
has learnt this, he will not yearn for honor, he will strive after separation from the world [156: 22]. 

Men who have no riches,[**] who live on recognized food, who have perceived void and 
unconditioned freedom (Nirvana), their path is difficult to understand, like that of birds in the air 
[156: 27]. He whose appetites are stilled, who is not absorbed in enjoyment, who has perceived void 
and unconditioned freedom (Nirvana), his path is difficult to understand, like that of birds in the air 
[156: 28]. Some people are born again; evil-doers go to hell; righteous people go to heaven; those 
who are free from all worldly desires attain Nirvana [156: 35]. If, like a shattered metal plate 
(gong), thou utter not, then thou hast reached Nirvana; contention is not known to thee [156: 37]. 
The Awakened call patience the highest penance, long-suffering the highest Nirvana; for he is not an 
anchorite (pravragita) who strikes others, he is not an ascetic (stramana) who insults others [156: 

Hunger is the worst of diseases,[**] the body the greatest of pains; if one knows this truly, that is 
Nirvana, the highest happiness [156: 54]. Health is the greatest of gifts; contentedness the best 
riches; trust is the best of relationships; Nirvana the highest happiness [156: 55]. He in whom a 
desire for the Ineffable (Nirvana) has sprung up, who is satisfied in his mind, and whose thoughts 
are not bewildered by love, he is called urdhvamsrotas (carried upward by the stream) [156: 57]. 
The sages who injure nobody, and who always control their body, they will go to the unchangeable 
place (Nirvana), where, if they have gone, they will suffer no more [156:58]. Those who are ever 
watchful, who study day and night, and who strive after Nirvana, their passions will come to an end 
[156: 58]. Cut out the love of self, like an autumn lotus, with thy hand! Cherish the road of peace. 
Nirvana has been shown by Sugata (Buddha) [156:69]. A wise and good man who knows the 
meaning of this, should quickly clear the way that leads to Nirvana [156: 69]. For with these 
animals does no man reach the untrodden country (Nirvana), where a tamed man goes on a tamed 
animal—viz., on his own well tamed self [156: 77]. He who having got rid of the forest (of lust) (i.e., 
after having reached Nirvana), gives himself over to forest-life (i.e., to lust), and who, when 
removed from the forest (i.e., from lust), runs to the forest (i.e., to lust), look at that man! though 
free, he runs into bondage [156: 81]. The Bhikshu who acts with kindness, who is calm in the 
doctrine of Buddha, will reach the quiet place (Nirvana), cessation of natural desires, and happiness 

[156:86]. O Bhikshu, empty this boat! if emptied, it will go quickly; having cut off passion and 

[96-1]* After Confucius had seen Li R he said to his disciples: "I know birds can fly, fish swim and 
animals run, but the runner may be snared, the swimmer hooked and the flyer shot with the arrow. 
But there is the dragon; I cannot tell how he mounts on the wind through the clouds and rises to 
heaven. To-day I have seen Laotsze and can only compare him to the dragon." We might say the 
same in our own way of nearly any of the persons mentioned in this book as having the cosmic 

[96-2]* The true place of the body and of the appetites in life can only be perceived by one having 
cosmic consciousness. 

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thou wilt go to Nirvana [156: 86]. Without knowledge there is no meditation, without meditation 
there is no knowledge: he who has knowledge and meditation is near unto Nirvana [156: 87]. As 
soon as he has considered the origin and destruction of the elements (khandha) of the body, he finds 
happiness and joy which belong to those who know the immortal (Nirvana) [156: 87]. The Bhikshu, 
full of delight, who is calm in the doctrine of Buddha, will reach the quiet place (Nirvana), cessation 
of natural desires and happiness [156:88]. 


Gautama, then, was a case of Cosmic Consciousness, and the central doctrine in his system. 
Nirvana, was the doctrine of the Cosmic Sense. The whole of Buddhism is simply this: There is a 
mental state so happy, so glorious, that all the rest of life is worthless compared to it, a pearl of great 
price to buy which a wise man willingly sells all that he has; this state can be achieved. The object 
of all Buddhist literature is to convey some idea of this state and to guide aspirants into this glorious 
country, which is literally the Kingdom of God. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Jesus the Christ. 

BALZAC says [5:143] that Jesus was a Specialist—that is, that he had Cosmic Consciousness. As 
Balzac was himself undoubtedly illumined, he would be high, if not absolute, authority upon the 
point. Paul, as soon as his own eyes were opened, recognized Jesus as belonging to a superior 
spiritual order—that is, as having the Cosmic Sense. But let us not take any one's word, but try and 
see for ourselves what reasons there are for including this man in the list of those having Cosmic 

Jesus was born B.C. 4 [80], and would be, according to this authority, thirty-four or thirty-five years 
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teach, so would have been at least thirty-three at the time of illumination—supposing him a case. 

Other writers make him older. Sutherland [171:140] says: "The death of Jesus occurred in the year 
35." This would make him thirty-nine at his death, thirty-six or thirty-eight when he began to teach 
(the former, if he taught three years, as John says; the latter, if he taught only one year, as the 
synoptics tell us), and, say, thirty-five or thirty-six at illumination. [**] 

All goes to show that at about the age specified a marked change took place in him; that whereas up 
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very much as others, he all at once ascended to a spiritual level quite over the heads of ordinary 
men. Those who knew him at home, as a boy and a young man, could not understand his 
superiority. "Is not this the carpenter's son" [14: 13: 55] they ask. Or as elsewhere reported: "Is not 
this the carpenter the son of Mary? . . . and they were offended at him" [15:6:3]. This marked 
spiritual ascent occurring suddenly at this age is in itself almost diagnostic of the oncoming of the 
cosmic sense. 

The earliest written and probably most authentic account of the illumination of Jesus runs as 
follows: "And straightway coming up out of the water, he saw the heavens rent asunder, and the 
Spirit as a dove descending upon him: and a voice came out of the heavens saying Thou art my 
beloved Son, in thee I am well pleased. And straightway the Spirit driveth him forth into the 
wilderness" [15: 1: 10-12]. There is a tradition that the illumination of Jesus took place the 6th or 
10th of January [133a: 63]. 

The fact that Jesus went to John to be baptized shows that his mind was directed to religion and 
makes it probable that he had (before illumination) the earnest temperament out of which, when at 
all, the Cosmic Sense springs. It is not necessary to suppose that illumination took place 
immediately upon the baptism or that there was any special connection between these two things. 
The impulse that drove Jesus to solitude after his illumination is usual, if not universal. Paul felt it 
and obeyed it; so did Whitman. 

The expression: "He saw the heavens rent asunder," describes well enough the oncoming of the 
Cosmic Sense, which is (as has been said) instantaneous, sudden, and much as if a veil were with 
one sharp jerk torn from the eyes of the mind, letting the sight pierce through. 

So, describing this same oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness, John Yepes says (he has been 
inquiring whether, in this seemingly miraculous occurrence, it is God or the human soul which 
acts), and he concludes: "It is the soul that is moved and awakened; it is as if God drew back some 
of the many veils and coverings that are before it, so that it might see what he is" [206: 502]. 

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So, too, the sense of the words, "Thou art my beloved Son," agrees perfectly with the message 
conveyed in all the cases. The "I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own" of Whitman; 

and Dante's words: "O love that governest the heavens, who with thy Ught didst Hft me," being 
strictly parallel expressions. The (apparently) objective voice, too, is a common phenomenon; it was 
heard by Paul, also by Mohammed. 

Another important element in the case is the so-called "Temptation." The theory here accepted is 
that Jesus, at the age of thirty-three, or even thirty-five, was simply an intelligent, very earnest- 
minded mechanic, with an excellent heredity and an exceptional physique. That he was in no way 
distinguishable, in no way difi^erent, save in his eligibility for spiritual expansion, which was hidden 
in the depths of his nature even from himself, and which may equally exist in any of them, from 
hundreds of young mechanics in every city and town of Christendom to-day. Suddenly, 
instantaneously, the change came, and this young man felt and knew within himself the seemingly 
illimitable spiritual force through the exercise of which almost anything might be accomplished. 
How was it to be used? To gain what end? Power? Wealth? Fame? Or what [14:4: 1-10]? 

Jesus quickly decided, as these men all decide, that the power must be used for the benefit of the 
race. Why should he, why should they all, decide in this sense? 

Because the moral elevation, which is a part of Cosmic Consciousness, will not permit any other 
decision. Were it not so, were the intellectual illumination not accompanied by moral exaltation, 
these men would undoubtedly be in effect so many demons who would end by destroying the 
world. This temptation is necessarily common to all the cases, though they do not all speak of it. 
The essence of it is the appeal of the old self conscious self to the new power to assist it in 
accomplishing its old desires. The devil, therefore, is the self conscious self The devil (Mara) 
appeared to Gautama as well as to Jesus [157: 69] and urged hint not to launch out on a new path, 
but to keep to the old religions practices, to live quietly and comfortably. "What dost thou want 

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with exertion?" he said to him. Mara did not seek to allure Gautama with offers of wealth and 
power, for these he had already possessed, and even the self conscious Gautama knew their futility. 
As already intimated, every man who enters Cosmic Consciousness necessarily passes through the 
same temptation. As all the rest. Bacon was tempted, and, as doubtless many others have fallen, he, 
in a sense, fell. He felt in himself such enormous capacity that he imagined he could absorb the 
wealth of both the Cosmic Sense and Self Consciousness—both heaven and earth. Later he bitterly 
repented his greed. He acknowledges the gift (from God) of the divine faculty~"the gracious 
talent" —which he says he "neither hoarded up unused, nor did he employ it to the best advantage, as 
he should have done, but misspent it in things for which (he) was least fit" [175: 469]. 

The superiority of Jesus to ordinary men consisted (among other things) in 

Intellectual acuteness. 

Moral elevation. 

An all-embracing optimism, 

A sense (or the sense) of immortality. 

The mental superiority thus characterized is again almost certainly confined to those who have 
passed into Cosmic Consciousness, and therefore, if granted, would settle the question. 

The accounts given in the synoptic gospels of the transfiguration of Jesus can only be explained (if 

accepted) by supposing that he was seen while in the condition of Cosmic Consciousness, the 
change in appearance (striking enough in itself) being probably exaggerated (as it would almost 
certainly be) in the narration. Here are the accounts as given: "And he was transfigured before them: 
and his face did shine as the sun, and his garments became white as the light" [14: 17: 2]. "And he 
was transfigured before them: and his garments became glistening, exceeding white; so as no fuller 
on earth can whiten them" [15: 9: 2-3]. It is singular that this observer should confine his 
observations to the garments of Jesus. Again: "As he was praying the fashion of his countenance 
was altered and his raiment became white and 

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dazzling" [16: 9: 29]. It is believed that there is no known human condition, except that of Cosmic 
Consciousness, which would justify the above words. The change in the "raiment" of Jesus spoken 
of must be understood as reflected from his face and person. 

In the Gospel according to the Hebrews occurs the following passage: "Just now my mother, the 
Holy Spirit, took me by one of my hairs and bore me upon the great mountain of Tabor" [109: 63]. 
Baur and Hilgenfield, it seems, hold that this is the original of the transfiguration narrative; but if it 
is, it does not necessarily weaken the testimony of Mark and Luke. 

There are people living to-day (the writer knows one of them) who have seen what is described (and 
well described) in the above words of the gospels. 

Here there are several strong reasons for believing that Jesus had the Cosmic Sense. A further 
reason is (if further is needed) that Jesus stands spiritually at or near the summit of the human race, 
and if there is such a faculty as Cosmic Consciousness, as described in this volume, he must have 
possessed it, otherwise he could not occupy such a position. 


It is most unfortunate that the world possesses no words that we can be sure this extraordinary man 
uttered. What a priceless possession would be a volume, howsoever small, actually written by 
himself! We have, however, so many sayings which are attributed to him, and apparently on such 
good authority, that we may be pretty certain that many of them convey with sufficient accuracy the 
sense of what he actually said. 

If, now, Jesus had Cosmic Consciousness, he must have referred to it over and over again in his 
teaching, just as all other such men have done. If he did so, it should be easy for any one who 
knows about the Cosmic Sense to detect the references, while for those who do not know there is 
such a thing these would necessarily be otherwise interpreted. 

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It is not necessary to attribute a misinterpretation, since the words of Jesus (as those of Dante, 
"Shakespeare" and Whitman) would carry, and doubtless would be uttered with the intention of 
carrying, more than one meaning. 

At the same time, as Jesus did not write, and as his words were carried down by tradition (for some 
short time at least), and as these words (according to the present supposition) were imperfectly 
understood by those who passed them on, they would inevitably be altered. In some passages they 

certainly were, and in many others they probably were. Phrases, the meaning of which is only 
partially apprehended, cannot be carried down verbally intact unless they have already become 
sacred, as was the case with the Vedas. The incomplete meaning attributed to them would inevitably 
suggest and lead to more or less important changes to match it. 

If, then, Jesus had the Cosmic Sense, and referred to it more or less often in his teaching, the 
passages in which he so referred to it would probably some, if not all, of them be more or less 
altered. But there is a long series of passages coming ostensibly directly from him and running 
especially through the synoptic gospels, which passages, even in their present form, seem to refer 
unmistakably to the faculty now in question. And if some of them do not so clearly as others, it may 
be that such divergence can be fairly accounted for as above. The passages in question are those 
treating of what Jesus sometimes called "the Kingdom of Heaven" and sometimes "the Kingdom of 


The following quotations embrace all the more important and significant passages in which either 
expression is used in the gospels when the words in question are reported as coming from the lips of 

Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven[**] [14:5:3]. 

[103-1]* A proud man is hardly likely to acquire the Cosmic Sense. 

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Blessed are they that have been persecuted for righteousness sake for theirs is the kingdom of 
heaven [*+] [14:5: 10]. 

Whoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments and shall teach men so shall be 
called least in the kingdom of heaven; [*++] but whosoever shall do and teach them he shall be 
called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I say unto you that except your righteousness shall 
exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of 
heaven [14:5:19-20]. 

But seek ye first his kingdom[* section] (the kingdom of God) and his righteousness, and all these 
things shall be added unto you [14: 6: 33]. 

Not everyone that saith unto me Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven, [*###95 53 ###] 
but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven [14:7:23]. 

And I say unto you that many shall come from the east and the west and shall sit down with 
Abraham and 

Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven; [*] but the sons of the kingdom shall be cast forth into 
the outer darkness; there shall be weeping and the gnashing of teeth [14: 8:11-12] . 

Verily I say unto you,[**] among them that are bom of women there hath not arisen a greater than 
John the Baptist; yet he that is but little in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. And from the 
days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence and men of violence 

take it by force [14:11: 11-12]. 

But if I by the spirit of God cast out devils, then is the kingdom of God[**] come unto you [14: 12- 

Unto you is given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, [*+] but to them it is not given 
[14: 13:11]. 

[104-1]+ Persecution would hardly lead to Cosmic Consciousness, but the latter almost inevitably 
leads to the former. 

[104-2]++ A man leading an ill life and encouraging others to do the same, would be called "least," 
as a conscientious good man would be called "great" from the point of view of the Cosmic Sense. 
But no man could ever enter into Cosmic Consciousness because he had kept any commandments, 
no matter how strictly. Unless a man's spiritual life pass the orthodoxies and conventions he shall in 
no case enter into Cosmic Consciousness. 

[104-3] section Let a man have the Cosmic Sense and he will not be likely to worry about worldly 
goods. He will probably have all he wants, be his possessions ever so little. 

[104-4]###9553### No man shall attain to the Cosmic Sense by prayer, but, if at all, by heredity 
and by a high and pure life. 

[104-5] It is not exclusively for the Jews, but equally for the Gentiles. 

[104-6]* Among the merely self conscious (among "those who are bom of women"~distinguishing 
between those who are not and those who are "born anew") there are none greater than John. But 
the least of those who have the Cosmic Sense is greater than he. From the days of John the kingdom 
of heaven had suffered violence (misinterpretation, etc.) in the person of Jesus. 

[104-7]* His spiritual ascendancy was evidence that he had entered Cosmic Consciousness (the 
kingdom of heaven). 

[104-8]+ Through their personal intimacy with Jesus they saw and realized the preterhuman 
loftiness of his mind. They saw, in him, the kingdom of heaven— the higher life. 

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The kingdom of heaven[*++] is likened unto a man that sowed good seed in his field; but while 
men slept his enemy came and sowed tares also among the wheat, and went away [14:13:24]. The 
kingdom of heaven is like unto a grain of mustard seed which a man took and sowed in his field; 
which indeed is less than all seeds; but when it is grown, it is greater than the herbs, and becometh a 
tree, so that the birds of the heaven come and lodge in the branches thereof [14: 13 : 31-2] . 

The kingdom of heaven[* section] is like unto leaven, which a woman took and hid in three 
measures of meal, till it was all leavened [14: 13: 33]. 

The kingdom of heaven[*###9553###] is like unto a treasure hidden in the field; which a man 
found and hid; and in his joy he goeth and selleth all that he hath and buyeth that field [14: 13 : 44] . 

The kingdom of heaven[*] is like unto a man that is a merchant seeking goodly pearls; and having 
found one pearl of great price he went and sold all he had and bought it. 

Again, the kingdom of heaven [***] is like unto a net that was cast into the sea and gathered of 
every kind; which when it was filled they drew up on the beach and they sat down and gathered the 
good into vessels but the bad they cast away [14: 13 :45-47]. 

I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven; [**] and whatsoever thou shalt bind on 
earth shall be bound in heaven and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven 

In that hour came the unto Jesus,[**] saying: Who, then, is greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And 
he called to him a little child and said: Verily I say unto you: except ye turn and become as little 
children ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven [14: 18: 1] . 

Therefore is the kingdom of heaven[**] likened unto a certain king which 

[105-1]++ The antagonism between the Cosmic Sense and the merely self conscious mind and the 
final inevitable subjection of the latter to the former. A perfect image of the initial apparent 
insignificancy of the Cosmic Sense as it exists in one or a few obscure individuals, and of its 
ultimate overwhelming preponderance in view both of the universal influence of the teaching of 
these (say Gautama, Jesus, Paul and Mohammed), and more especially in view of the inevitable 
universality of the Cosmic Sense in the future. 

[105-2] section If possible a still more exact simile—the Cosmic Sense leavens the individual, and is 
to-day leavening the world. 

[105-3]###9553### Men who have the Cosmic Sense give up everything for it—this whole volume 
is proof of it. 

[105-4] The same statement in other language. 

[105-5]** Corresponds with the simile of the wheat and tares. 

[105-6]* The Cosmic Sense is the final arbiter of good and ill. Jesus seems to have looked forward 
to the establishment of a school or sect the members of which should possess the Cosmic Sense. 

[105-7]* "This face," says Whitman, "of a healthy, honest boy is the programme of all good" [193: 

[105-8]* The Cosmic Sense is like a king raised far above the common self conscious mind. It 

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has absolute charity with the latter, which constantly wars with itself, but in the end the cosmic 
conscious mind will utterly wipe from off the earth and replace the merely self conscious mind. 

Meanwhile, men on the self conscious plane are greatly wanting in patience and mercy. 

would make a reckoning with his servants. And when he had begun to reckon one was brought unto 
him which owed him ten thousand talents. But for as much as he had not wherewith to pay, his Lord 
commanded him to be sold and his wife and children and all that he had and payment to be 

made. The servant, therefore, fell down and worshipped him, saying. Lord have patience with me 

and I will pay thee all. And the Lord of that servant being moved with compassion, released him, 
and forgave him the debt. But that servant went out and found one of his fellow servants which 
owed him a hundred pence, and he laid hold on him and took him by the throat, saying: Pay what 
thou owest. So his fellow servant fell down and besought him saying: Have patience with me and I 
will pay thee. And he would not; but went and cast him into prison until he should pay that which 
was due. So when his fellow servants saw what was done they were exceeding sorry and came and 
told unto their Lord all that was done. Then his Lord called him unto him and saith unto him: Thou 
wicked servant, I forgave thee all that debt because thou besoughtest me: Shouldst not thou also 
have had mercy on thy fellow servant even as I had mercy on thee? And his Lord was wroth and 
delivered him to the tormentors till he should pay all that was due [14: 18: 23-34] . 

[**] It is easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye than for a rich man to enter into the 
kingdom of God [14:19:24]. 

The kingdom of heaven[*+] is like unto a man that is a householder, which went out early in the 
morning to hire laborers into his vineyard. And when he had agreed with the laborers for a penny a 
day he sent them into his vineyard. And he went out about the third hour and saw others standing in 
the market-place idle; and to them he said: Go ye also into the vineyard and whatsoever is right I 
will give you. And they went their way. And again he went out about the sixth and the ninth hour 
and did likewise. And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing: And he saith 
unto them: Why stand ye here all the day idle? They say unto him: Because no man hath hired us. 

He saith unto them: Go ye also into the vineyard. And when even was come the lord of the vineyard 
saith unto his steward: Call the laborers and give them their hire, beginning from the last unto the 
first. And when they came that were hired about the eleventh hour, they received every man a 
penny. And when the first came, they supposed they would receive more; and they likewise 
received every man a penny. And when they received it, they murmured against the householder, 
saying: These last have spent but one hour, 

[106-1]* The writer has found no instance of a man absorbed in money making entering into 
Cosmic Consciousness. The whole spirit of the former is antagonistic to the latter. 

[106-2]+ The Cosmic Sense is not given for work done or according to merit, as this can be 
estimated by the self conscious mind. Why should Jesus, Yepes and Behmen be chosen, and Goethe, 
Newton and Aristotle left? 

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and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden of the day and the scorching 
heat. But he answered and said to one of them: Friend, I do thee no wrong: didst thou not agree with 
me for a penny? Take up that which is thine, and go thy way: it is my will to give unto this last even 
as unto thee. Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? or is thine eye evil, because I 
am good? So the last shall be first and the first last [14:20: 1-15]. [**] 

A man had two sons; and he came to the first and said: Son, go work today in the vineyard. And he 
answered and said: I will not; but afterwards he repented himself and went. And he came to the 
second, and said likewise. And he answered and said: I go, sir, and went not. Whether of the twain 
did the will of his father? They say the first. Jesus saith unto them: Verily I say unto you that the 
publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you [14: 21: 28-31]. 

The kingdom of God[**] shall be taken away from you and shall be given to a nation bringing forth 
the fruits thereof [14: 21: 43]. 

And Jesus answered and spake again in parables unto them, saying: the kingdom of heaven [*+] is 
likened unto a certain king which made a marriage feast for his son, and sent forth his servant to call 
them that were bidden to the marriage feast: and they would not come. Again he sent forth other 
servants, saying: Tell them that are bidden: Behold, I have made ready my dinner; my oxen and my 
fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: Come to the marriage feast. But they made light of it, 
and went their ways, one to his own farm, another to his merchandise; and the rest laid hold on his 
servants and entreated them shamefully, and killed them. But the king was wroth; and he sent his 
armies and destroyed those murderers, and burned their city. Then saith he to his servants: The 
wedding is ready, but they that were bidden were not worthy. Go ye therefore into the partings of 
the highways, and as many as ye shall find bid to the marriage feast. And those servants went out 
into the highways and gathered together all as many as they 

[107-1]* By their answer the chief priests and elders condemned themselves, for they said: "I go, 
sir," and went not, while the publicans and harlots professed nothing, but, as shown elsewhere in the 
gospel, sometimes had excellent hearts. They may be easily nearer Cosmic Consciousness than the 
self-righteous upper class. Where, indeed, is a case of a self-righteous man becoming illumined? 

[107-2]* The Cosmic Sense comes especially to those people who have the highest moral nature. 

[107-3]+ The king is God, the marriage feast is Cosmic Consciousness, those who are bidden are 
those who have been given the best opportunities for spiritual advancement—plenty, leisure, etc.~ 
but instead of using these for the purpose designed (spiritual growth) they became absorbed in them 
alone. Then God sent his prophets to persuade them that they were making a mistake, but they 
would not listen, and even misused the prophets. So when the well-off and the educated and the 
religious would not come the invitation was extended to all. But rich or poor, learned or ignorant, 
religious or outcast, whoever comes, must have on a wedding garment—the mind must be clothed in 
humility, sincerity, reverence, candor and fearlessness. Could a man secure access to the feast 
without these it is easily imaginable that he would be torn to pieces. 

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found both bad and good: And the wedding was filled with guests. But when the king came in to 
behold the guests he saw there a man who had not on a wedding garment, and he said unto him: 
Friend, how tamest thou in thither not having a wedding garment? And he was speechless. Then the 
king said to the servants: Bind him hand and foot and cast him out into the outer darkness; there 
shall be the weeping and gnashing of teeth. For many are called but few chosen [14:22: 1-14]. 

But woe unto you scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! Because ye shut the kingdom of heaven[**] 
against men: For ye enter not in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are entering in to enter 

Then shall the kingdom of heaven[*+] be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps and went 
forth to meet the bridegroom. And five of them were foolish and five were wise. For the foolish, 
when they took their lamps, took no oil with them; but the wise took oil in their vessels with their 
lamps. Now, while the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept. But at midnight there is a 
cry: Behold the bridegroom! Come ye forth to meet him. Then all those virgins arose and trimmed 
their lamps. And the foolish said unto the wise: Give us of your oil; for our lamps are going out. But 
the wise answered, saying: Peradventure there will not be enough for us and you: Go ye rather to 
them that sell and buy for yourselves. And while they went away to buy the bridegroom came; and 
they that were ready went in with him to the marriage feast: And the door was shut. Afterwards 
came also the other virgins, saying: Lord, lord, open to us. But he answered and said: Verily I say 

unto you, I know you not. Watch, therefore, ye know not the day nor the hour [14:25: 1-12]. 

For it [the kingdom of God[**]] is as when a man, going into another country, called his own 
servants, and delivered unto them his goods. And unto one he gave five talents, to another two, to 
another one; to each according to his several ability; and he went on his journey. Straightway he that 
received the five talents went and traded with them, and made other five talents. In like manner he 
also that received the two gained other two. But he that received the one went away and digged in 
the earth, and hid his lord's money. 

[108-1]* The formal, soulless religion of the scribes and Pharisees (and the same is true of much of 
the Christianity of to-day) was antagonistic to the growth of the spirit to Cosmic Consciousness. 
Neither would they allow (in as far as they could prevent) of any spiritual life and growth outside 
the narrow limits laid down by their "law." 

[108-2]+ The Cosmic Sense does not come to the careless but to the earnest, who diligently use all 
means of spiritual advancement. The virgins all slumbered; none of them knew that "the 
bridegroom" was coming, but some had taken the necessary means—the others had not. 

[108-3]* Man is endowed with Self Consciousness, and must make the most possible of it before he 
can rise above it. Or in other words, and to convert the proposition into a truism, man must reach 
the top of the mental stratum called Self Consciousness before he can pass into the superimposed 
stratum called Cosmic Consciousness. Jesus, in the parable, says: God has given to each man the 
self conscious faculties in varying measure, whether he (any given individual) shall pass beyond 
Self Consciousness into the kingdom of heaven (Cosmic Consciousness) depends not so much upon 
the measure of these faculties as upon the use made of them. That there is much truth in this 
proposition [p. 109] is certain. If, on the other hand, the cultivation of these faculties is neglected 
the man remains hopelessly on the self conscious plane; there has been, is and always will be 
weeping and gnashing of teeth. 

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[paragraph continues] Now after a long time the lord of those servants cometh, and maketh a 
reckoning with them. And he that received the five talents came and brought other five talents, 
saying: Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents: lo, I have gained other five talents. His lord said 
unto him: Well done, good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will set 
thee over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord. And he also that received the two talents 
came and said: Lord, thou deliveredst unto me two talents; lo, I have gained other two talents. His 
lord said unto him: Well done, good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I 
will set thee over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord. And he also that had received the 
one talent came and said: Lord, I knew thee that thou art a hard man, reaping where thou didst not 
sow, and gathering where thou didst not scatter: And I was afraid, and went away and hid thy talent 
in the earth; lo, thou hast thine own. But his lord answered and said unto him: Thou wicked and 
slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I did not scatter; thou 
oughtest therefore to have put my money to the bankers, and at my coming I should have received 
mine own with interest. Take ye away therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him that hath 
the ten talents. For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from 
him that hath not, even that which he hath shall be taken away. And cast ye out the unprofitable 
servant into the outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth [14:25: 14-30]. 

And he said: So is the kingdom of God[**] as if a man should east seed upon the earth, and should 
sleep and rise night and day, and the seed should spring up and grow he knoweth not how [15:4:26- 


And he said unto them: Verily I say unto you there be some here of them that stand by which shall 
in no wise taste of death until they see the kingdom of God[*+] come with power [15:9:1]. 

And if thine eye cause thee to stumble, cast it out: It is good for thee to enter into the kingdom of 
God[*++] with one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell; where their worm dieth 
not, and the fire is not quenched. For every one shall be salted with fire [15:9:47]. 

[109-1]* The seed (a life of aspiration) must be sown. We do not know what is to grow from it- 
days and nights pass and at some instant—in bed, walking, driving, 'the guest that has waited long" 
appears. See above same parable from Matthew. 

[109-2]+ There be some here present who shall enter into Cosmic Consciousness. To a man with 
Cosmic Consciousness it seems so simple and certain that others will enter it. "I bestow upon any 
man or woman (says Whitman) the entrance to all the gifts of the universe" [193: 216]. 

[109-3]++ Allow nothing to stand in the way of spiritual advancement. Anything is better than to 
remain in the merely self conscious state, which is full of miseries. 

[p. 110] 

The law and the prophets were until John: from that time the gospel of the kingdom of God[* 
section] is preached and every man entereth violently into it [16: 16: 16]. 

And being asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God[*###9553###] cometh he answered 
them and said: The kingdom of God Cometh not with observation; neither shall they say, Lo, here! 
or there, for lo, the kingdom of God is within you [16: 17:20-1]. 

He said unto them, Verily I say unto you: There is no man that hath left house, or wife or brethren, 
or parents, or children, for the kingdom of God's[*] sake, who shall not receive manifold more in 
this time, and in the world to come eternal life [16: 18: 29-30]. 

Jesus answered and said unto him: Verily, verily I say unto thee, except a man be born anew he 
cannot see the Kingdom of God.[***] Nicodemus saith unto Him: How can a man be bom when he 
is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother's womb and be born? Jesus answered: Verily, 
verily I say unto thee, except a man be born of water and the spirit, he cannot enter into the 
kingdom of God [17:3:3-5]. 

Looked at from the present point of view, the objects of the teachings of Jesus, as of Gautama, were 
two: (a) To tell men what he had learned upon entering into Cosmic Consciousness, which things he 
saw it was of the very greatest importance that they should know; and (b) to lead men up into or at 
least towards Cosmic Consciousness, or, in his words, into the kingdom of God. 

[110-1] section Tries to enter violently or awkwardly into it. Tries to get in while still only self 
conscious. How true is this to-day! 

[110-2]###9553### It is not outside but inside. It is a part (a faculty) of the mind itself 

[110-3] Men with Cosmic Consciousness have generally been of this opinion, have often parted 
from their relations, and have either not married or have broken the tie— cf Buddha, Jesus, Paul, 
Balzac (until the very end of his life). Whitman, Carpenter. 

[110-4]** This passage does not seem to need comment. It is, as it stands, as clear as words can be. 
The oncoming of the Cosmic Sense is a new birth into a new life. 


We have in this case: 

a. Some evidence of the characteristic suddenness that belongs to the oncoming of the new sense. 

b. No definite record of subjective light, though it is impossible 

[p. Ill] 

to say what the words "Heaven rent asunder," "Spirit as a dove descending," and "A voice out of the 
heavens" really mean. As the experience was subjective, Jesus must have told some one of it, and 
perhaps it passed through several minds before the words we have were written down, no one (not 
even Jesus) having any idea as to the meaning of the experience. 

c. Presumably we have intellectual illumination. 

d. Moral elevation well marked, though unfortunately we know nothing for certain of the 
personality of Jesus before the time of his illumination, when, as above stated, he was about thirty- 
three or thirty-five years of age. 

e. We have the sense of immortality and the extinction of the sense of sin and of the fear of death. 

f Finally, the characteristic change of appearance which accompanies the presence of the Cosmic 
Sense and spoken of by the synoptics as Jesus' "transfiguration." 


'^98:* The Review of Reviews for January, 1897, sums up the evidence bearing on the point as 

"One of the most eminent of living authorities on the life of Christ, Dr. Cunningham Geikie, writes 
in the Homiletic Review on the various attempts to fix the exact date of the birth of the Messiah. 

"It is clear that the received chronology of the Abbot Dyonisius the Dwarf, which dates from the 
first half of the sixth century, must have begun several years too late in fixing the birth of Christ as 
having taken place in the 754th year of Rome, since it is known that Herod died in 750, and Jesus 
must have been born while Herod was still reigning. Dr. Geikie points out other fundamental errors 
in the calculations of the Abbot Dyonisius. 

"Dyonisius had based his calculations on the mention by St. Luke that John the Baptist, who was a 
little older than Jesus, began his public work in the fifteenth year of Tiberius, and that Jesus was 
'about thirty years old' when he began to teach (Luke iii: 1-23) . This fifteenth year of Tiberius 
would be perhaps 782 or 783, and thirty deducted from this would give 752 or 753, to the latter of 
which Dionysius added a year, on the supposition that Luke's expression, 'about thirty years,' 
required him to add a year. But the vague about was a weak ground on which to go, and, besides, 
the reign of Tiberius may be reckoned from his association in the government with Augustus, and 

thus from 765 instead of from 767. The texts I have quoted from St. Luke cannot, therefore, be used 
to fix either the birthday or the month of the birth, or even the year. This is seen, indeed, in the 
varying opinions on all these points in the early church, and from the fact that the 25th of December 
has been accepted as the birth day only since the fourth century, when it spread from Rome, as that 
which was to be thus honored." 


"The nearest approach to a sound conclusion is, in fact, supplied by the statement that Herod was 
alive for some time after Christ was born. The infant Redeemer must have been six weeks old when 
presented in the temple, and the visit of the Magi fell we do not know how much later. That the 
massacre of all the children at Bethlehem from two years old and under presupposes that the Magi 
must have come to Jerusalem a long time after the birth of the expected King, for there would have 
been no sense in killing children two years old if Christ had been born only a few weeks or even 
months before. That there was a massacre, as told in the Gospel, is confirmed by a reference to it in 
a Satire of Macrobius (Sat. ii, 4), so that the crime is historically true and the higher criticism which 
treated it as a fable is convicted of error. But if Christ was born two years before Herod's death—and 
He may have been bom even earlier—this would make the great event fall in the year 748, or six 
years before our era." 

If we accept the conclusions of this writer, Jesus was about thirty-five years of age at illumination. 
Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 



THAT the great apostle had the Cosmic Sense seems as clear and certain as that Caesar was a great 

He was, in fact, "great" and an "apostle" because he had it, and for no other reason whatever. 


In his case meet all the elements both of probability and proof As shown by his enthusiasm for the 
religion in which he was brought up, he had the earnest temperament which seems always to form 
the matrix in which the new life is brought forward to its birth. He was at the time of his (supposed) 
illumination probably about the age at which the Cosmic Sense usually shows itself Sutherland 
(171 : 137) has the following bearing on this point: He says that Paul: 

[p. 112] 

Could not have been very much younger than Jesus. He was of an ardent and impetuous nature, and 
not long after the crucifixion (perhaps within two years) began to be conspicuous as a persecutor of 
the little companies of believers in Christ that were gathered not only in Jerusalem but in many 
other places. The same zeal which made him afterward such an efficient missionary of Christianity 

now caused him to carry his persecutions of the hated sect of the "Nazarenes" beyond Jerusalem to 
the cities and villages of Judea, and finally even beyond the bounds of Palestine. It was while he 
was on his way to the city of Damascus, a little way outside of Palestine on the northeast, bent on 
extirpating the new heresy there, that the remarkable event occurred which changed his whole life. 

If, now, Paul was, say, four or five years younger than Jesus, his illumination took place at the same 
age as that of his great predecessor 

One word more on this last point. It is a little singular that neither the apostle himself nor his 
historian, Luke, who was deeply interested in all that related to his personality, have let fall a single 
expression from which the date of Paul's birth can be positively and definitely deduced. Speaking of 
his life before his illumination, however, Paul says [18:22:4]: "I persecuted this way unto the death, 
binding and delivering into prison both men and women." Avery young man, unless born into some 
place of authority, could hardly have occupied the position thus described. The leaders of the chief 
party of the Jews would scarcely employ a very young man as Paul was employed. Paul's 
"conversion" possibly took place in the year 33 [144: 45-6]. Supposing he was born shortly before 
the year 1, then when Philippians was written—that is, A. D. 61 [144: 357-8]~he would be between 
sixty and sixty-five years of age, which would agree very well with certain expressions in that 
epistle which would hardly have been uttered by a much younger man. For instance: "I am in a 
strait betwixt the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ; for it is very far better: yet to 
abide in the flesh is more needful for your sake" [24:1: 23-4]. When writing these words it does not 
appear that he was sick, neither was he in any danger from the result of his trial, which was then 
going on [144: 357-8]. The near prospect of death must have been due to his age at the time. But if 
he was, say, sixty-five in A. D. 61, then he would be thirty-seven at 

[p. 113] 

the time of his illumination. He might not have been as old as that, but could hardly have been 
much younger. 

The chronology of the early church is very obscure. Renan [142: 163] gives the date of Paul's birth 
10 or 12 A. D., that of the stoning of Stephen 37, that of Paul's "conversion" 38. Paul, then, would 
have been between twenty-six and twenty-eight on the occurrence of that event; also he would have 
been no more than forty-nine to fifty-one when the above passage in Philippians was written. But 
this, for reasons given, seems exceedingly unlikely. Weighing all probabilities (for we have nothing 
else) it seems likely that Paul was about four years younger than Jesus and that his illumination took 
place about the same length of time after that of his great predecessor. 


We have three separate accounts of the oncoming of his new life, two of them ostensibly and 
probably in his own words, and each of the three containing the essential elements of the fact of 
illumination as positively known in other cases. Again we have elsewhere [21:12:1-7] a description, 
certainly given by himself, of certain subjective experiences which would alone be strong, if not 
convincing, evidence of the fact of illumination; for it is safe to say that the words there set down 
could hardly have been written unless the writer of them had actually experienced the passage from 
self to Cosmic Consciousness. Then over and above all these evidences there exists a body of 
writings by this man which over and over again demonstrates the existence in the writer of the 
faculty in question. His conduct immediately following illumination is also characteristic. Taking 
the usual course, he retires for some time into more or less complete solitude; whether to the 

Hauran, as Renan supposes, or to the Sinaitic peninsula, as Holsten thinks, does not matter [84: 
417]. As regards his illumination itself—his "conversion," the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness 
in his case— we are told [18: 9: 3-9] that: 

[p. 114] 

As he journeyed it came to pass that he drew nigh unto Damascus: and suddenly there shone round 
about him a light out of heaven: and he fell upon the earth and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, 
Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said. Who art thou. Lord? And he said, I am Jesus whom 
thou persecutest: but rise and enter into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do. And the 
men that journeyed with him stood speechless, hearing the voice, but beholding no man. And Saul 
arose from the earth; and when his eyes were opened, he saw nothing; and they led him by the hand 
into Damascus. And he was three days without sight, and did neither eat nor drink. 

The second account runs as follows [18: 22: 6-11]: 

And it came to pass, that as I made my journey, and drew nigh unto Damascus, about noon, 
suddenly there shone from heaven a great light round about me. And I fell unto the ground, and 
heard a voice saying unto me, maul, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And I answered. Who art 
thou. Lord? And he said unto me, I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom thou persecutest: And they that 
were with me beheld indeed the light, but they heard not the voice of him that spake to me. And I 
said. What shall I do. Lord? And the Lord said unto me. Arise, and go into Damascus. And there it 
shall be told thee of all things which are appointed for thee to do. And when I could not see for the 
glory of that light, being led by the hand of them that were with me, I came into Damascus. 

And the third account [18: 26: 12-18] is as follows: 

As I journeyed to Damascus with the authority and commission of the chief priests, at midday, O 
king, I saw on the way a light from heaven, above the brightness of the sun, shining round about me 
and them that journeyed with me. And when we were all fallen to the earth I heard a voice saying 
unto me in the Hebrew language, Saul, Saul why persecutest thou me? It is hard for thee to kick 
against the goad. And I said. Who art thou. Lord! And the Lord, said, I am Jesus whom thou 
persecutest. But arise and stand upon thy feet; for to this end have I appeared unto thee, to appoint 
thee a minister and a witness both of the things wherein thou has seen me, and of things wherein I 
will appear unto thee; delivering thee from the people and from the Gentiles, unto whom I send 
thee, to open their eyes, that they may turn from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto 

These three narratives, which agree well enough one with another, their slight discrepancies being 
of little or no consequence, give the usual sensuous phenomena that nearly always accompany the 
oncoming of the new sense. 

[p. 115] 

Next comes a recital of even, if possible, still greater importance [21: 12: 1-7]. It conveys, in few 
words, an account of Paul's moral elevation and intellectual illumination during and following his 
"conversion." He says: 

I must needs glory, though it is not expedient; but I will come to visions and revelations of the Lord. 
I know a man in Christ,[**] fourteen years ago (whether in the body I know not or whether out of 
the body I know not; God knoweth) such a one caught up even to the third heaven. And I know such 
a man (whether in the body or apart from the body I know not; God knoweth) how that he was 

caught up into paradise and heard unspeakable words,[*+] which it is not lawful for a man to utter. 
On behalf of such a one will I glory; but on mine own behalf I will not glory, save in my 
weaknesses. For if I should desire to glory I shall not be foolish; for I shall speak the truth; but I 
forbear, lest any man should account of me above that which he seeth me to be, or heareth from me. 
And by reason of the exceeding greatness of the revelations—wherefore that I should not be exalted 
overmuch there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to buffet me. 

[115-1]* "Christ" is Paul's name for Cosmic Consciousness. 

[115-2]+ Unspeakable words, so Whitman: "When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot, my 
tongue is ineffectual on its pivots; my breath will not be obedient to its organs; I become a dumb 
man" [193: 179]. 


To complete the case it only remains to transcribe certain utterances of Paul's from the point of view 
of the Cosmic Sense; which utterances, did they stand alone, would prove that the man from whom 
they proceeded possessed it, since without it they could not have been made. 

For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord,[**] that we that are alive, that are left unto the 
coming of the Lord, shall in no wise precede them that are fallen asleep. For the Lord himself shall 
descend from heaven, with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God; and 
the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we that are alive, that are left, shall together with them be 
caught up in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord. 
Wherefore comfort one another with these words [26:4:15-18]. 

[115-3]* The usual assurances of immortality that belong to Cosmic Consciousness. 

[p. 116] 

For I make known to you, brethren,[**] as touching the gospel which was preached by me, that it is 
not after man. For neither did I receive it from man, nor was I taught it, but it came to me through 
revelation of Jesus Christ [22:1: 11-12]. [**] 

But when it was the good pleasure of God, who separated me, even from my mother's womb, and 
called me through His grace to reveal His Son in 

me, that I might preach him among the gentiles; immediately I conferred not with flesh and blood; 
neither went I up to Jerusalem to them which were apostles before me; but I went away into Arabia; 
and again I returned unto Damascus [22: 1: 15-17]. 

Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law [22:3:13].[**] But before faith came, we were kept 
inward under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed. So that the law 
has been our tutor to bring us unto Christ that we might be justified by faith; but now that faith is 
come we are no longer under a tutor. For ye are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. For as 
many of you as were baptised into Christ did put on Christ [22:3:23-27]. 

With freedom did Christ set us free[**] [22:5:1]. 

For ye, brethren, [**] were called for freedom [22:5:13]. 

The fruit of the spirit[**] is love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 
meekness, temperance: against such as these there is no law. And they that are of Christ Jesus have 
crucified the flesh with the passions and the lusts thereof [22:5: 22-24]. 

Neither is circumcision[**] anything, nor uncircumcision, but a new creature [22:6: 15]. 

[116-1]* As regards his "Gospel," Paul was instructed by the Cosmic Sense only. 

[116-2]* He knew, however, enough about Jesus and his teachings to be able to recognize (when it 
came to him) that the teachings of the Cosmic Sense were practically identical with the teachings of 

[116-3]* Christ is the Cosmic Sense conceived as a distinct entity or individuality. That does 
redeem any to whom it comes from the "curse of the law"~i.e., from the shame and fear and hate 
that belong to the self conscious life. Paul seems to suppose a baptism into Cosmic Consciousness 
(Christ) . Doubtless there is such a baptism; but where is the priesthood which is able to administer 

[116-4]* The "freedom" of the Cosmic Sense is supreme. It absolves a man from his former self and 
makes future slavery impossible. 

[116-5]* Paul loves and values freedom as keenly as does the modern American Walt Whitman. 
They both knew (what, alas! so few have known) what true freedom is. 

[116-6]* For "The Spirit" and "Christ Jesus" read Cosmic Consciousness. Cf M. C. L. infra. "The 
holy breath kills lust, etc.," and Bhagavadgita: "Even the taste for objects of sense departs from him 
who has seen the supreme." 

[116-7]* Called by Balzac: "The second existence" [5: 100]. 

[p. 117] 

We speak wisdom among the perfect: [**] yet a wisdom not of this world, nor of the rulers of this 
world, which are coming to nought; but we speak God's wisdom in a mystery, even the wisdom that 
hath been hidden, which God foreordained before the worlds unto our glory: which none of the 
rulers of this world knoweth [20:2:6-8]. 

The spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.[**] For who among men knoweth the 
things of a man, save the spirit of the man which is in him? Even so the things of God none 
knoweth, save the spirit of God. But we received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is 
of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us by God. Which things also we 
speak, not in words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the spirit teacheth; comparing 
spiritual things with spiritual. Now the natural man receiveth not the things of the spirit of God: For 
they are foolishness unto him; and he cannot know them, because they are spiritually judged. But he 
that is spiritual judgeth all things, and he himself is judged of no man. For who hath known the 
mind of the Lord, that he should instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ. [**] And I, brethren, 
could not speak unto you as unto spiritual, but as unto carnal, as unto babes in Christ. I fed you with 
milk, not with meat; for ye were not yet able to bear it; nay, not even now-are ye able; for ye are yet 
carnal [20: 2: 10-16 and 3:1-3]. 

If any man thinketh that he is wise among you in this world, let him become a fool, that he may 

become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God [20:3: 18-19]. [**] 

If we sowed unto you spiritual things, is it a great matter if we shall reap your carnal things [20:9: 

For if I preach the gospel, I have nothing to glory of; for necessity is laid upon me [20:9: 16].[**] 

[117-1]* He speaks from the standpoint of the Cosmic Sense, which was to come when the time 
was ripe and has come now to him. 

[117-2]* Paul is informed, not by the human (the self conscious) mind, but by the spirit of God 
(Cosmic Consciousness), and no man merely self conscious can judge him any more than an animal 
(having simple consciousness merely) can judge a (self conscious) man. 

[117-3]* The merely self conscious man cannot be made to understand the things seen by the 
Cosmic Sense. These things, if presented, appear foolish to him. But he that has the Cosmic Sense 
(being, of course, also self conscious) is able to judge "all things"~i.e., the things of both regions. 
Paul could not therefore speak to the Corinthians as he would have liked to have done, they not 
having Cosmic Consciousness, 

[117-4]* Paul says the wisdom of self consciousness is not wisdom to those who have the Cosmic 
Sense, and the wisdom of the latter is foolishness to the merely self conscious. 

[117-5]* Compare Whitman's poem, "To Rich Givers" [193: 2161: "What you give me I cheerfully 
accept, a little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money as I rendezvous with my poems, a 
traveler's lodging and a breakfast as I journey through the states. Why should I be ashamed to own 
such gifts? Why to advertise for them? For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and 
woman, for I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe. 

[117-6]* This seems to be the experience of all persons who have had the Cosmic Sense either in 
greater or less degree. So Blake says: "I have written this poem ('Jerusalem') without premeditation 
and even [p. 118] against my will." So also Behmen "became impressed with the necessity of 
writing down what he saw," though writing was far from easy with him. 

[p. 118] 

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, [**] but have not love, I am become sounding 
brass, or a clanging cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all 
knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And 
if I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it 
profiteth me nothing. Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is 
not puffed up, does not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not 
account of evil; rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth; beareth all things, 
believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never faileth; but whether there be 
prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be 
knowledge, it shall be done away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when that 
which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a 
child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child; now that I am become a man, I have put away childish 
things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I 
know even as also I have been known. But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the 
greatest of these is love [20: 13:1-13]. 

For as in Adam all die,[**] so also in Christ shall all be made alive. But each in his own order, 
Christ the first fiuits; then they that are Christ's, at his coming. Then cometh the end when he shall 
deliver up the kingdom to God, even the Father; when he shall have abolished all rule and all 
authority and power [20:15:22-25]. 

Behold, I tell you a mystery: [**] We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in 
the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump. For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised 
incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this 
mortal must put on immortality, but when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption and this 
mortal shall have put on 

[118-1]* A splendid exposition of the morality that belongs to the Cosmic Sense. The same spirit 
may be traced in every case—but see especially [193: 273]: "Give me the pay I have served for, give 
me to sing the song of the great idea, take all the rest, I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have 
despised riches, I have given alms to every one that asked, stood up for the stupid and crazy, 
devoted my income and labor to others." 

[118-2]* A comparison between the self conscious and the Cosmic Conscious states. Self 
Consciousness, he says, the Adamic state, is a condition of death. With "Christ" begins true life, 
which shall spread and become universal; that is the end of the old order After that there shall be no 
more "rule," "authority" or "power"; all shall be free and equal. "The angel borne upon the blast 
saith not 'Ye dead arise,' he saith 'Arise, ye living'" [5: 145]. 

[118-3]* Expresses the sense of immortality which belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. Compare 
[193: 77]: "There is that in me~I do not know what it Is—but I know that it is in me. Wrenched and 
sweaty— calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep, I sleep long. I do not know it— it is without 
name— it is a word unsaid— it is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on 
more than the earth I swing on, to it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Perhaps 
I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters, [p. 119] Do you see, O my brothers 
and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan— it is eternal life— it is happiness." 

[p. 119] 

immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written. Death is swallowed up in victory 

But though our outward man is decaying,[**] yet our inward man is renewed day by day. For our 
light affliction, which is for the moment, worketh for us more and more exceedingly an eternal 
weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: 
for the things which are seen are temporal: but the things which are not seen are eternal. For we 
know that if the earthly house of our tabernacle be dissolved we have a building from God, a house 
not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens. For verily in this we groan, longing to be clothed upon 
with our habitation which is from heaven; if so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked. 
For indeed we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened; not for that we would be 
unclothed, but that we would be clothed upon, that what is mortal may be swallowed up of life 
[21:4: 16-18 and 5:1: 5] . 

If any man is in Christ he is a new creature; the old things are passed away; behold, they are 
become new [21:5:17].[**] 

There is therefore now no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus. [**] For the law of the 
Spirit of life in Christ Jesus made me free from the law of sin and of death. For what the law could 

not do, in that it was weak through the flesh, God, sending His own Son in the Ukeness of sinful 
flesh and as offering for sin, condemned sin in the flesh; that the ordinance of the law might be 
fulfilled in us, who walk not after flesh but after the Spirit. For they that are after the flesh do mind 
the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit. For the mind of the 
flesh is death; but the mind of the Spirit is life and peace; because the mind of the flesh is enmity 
against God [19: 8: 1-7]. 

The Spirit himself beareth witness with our spirit that we are children of God;[**] and if children 
then heirs; heirs of God, and joint heirs of Christ [19:8:16-17]. 

[119-1]* The writer contrasts the self with the Cosmic Conscious life. His consciousness of eternal 
life is made plain. 

[119-2]* No expression could be more clear cut, more perfect. The man who enters Cosmic 
Consciousness is really a new creature, and all his surroundings "become new"~take on a new face 
and meaning. You get around to the other side of things, as it were; they are the same, but also 
entirely different. "Things are not dismissed from the places they held before. The earth is just as 
positive and direct as it was before. But the soul is also real; it too is positive and direct; no 
reasoning, no proof, has established it, undeniable growth has established it" [193: 180]. 

[119-3]* In Cosmic Consciousness there is absolutely no sense of sin nor of death, the person feels 
that this last is merely an incident in continuous life. The merely self conscious man cannot, by the 
keeping of the "law" or in any other way, destroy either sin or the sense of sin, but, "Christ"~i.e., 
the Cosmic Sense, can and does accomplish both. 

[119-4]* All men who have Cosmic Consciousness are on the same spiritual level in the same sense 
that all who are self conscious are men—belong to the same species. 

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For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the 
glory[**] which shall be revealed to usward. For the earnest expectation of the creation waiteth for 
the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to vanity, not of its own will, but by 
reason of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also shall be delivered from the 
bondage of corruption into the liberty of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the 
whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. And not only so, but ourselves 
also, which have the first fruits of the spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for 
our adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body [19:8:18-24]. 

And we know that to them that love God all things work together for good [19: 8: 28].[**] For I am 
persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to 
come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from 
the love of God [19:8:38-39]. I know and am persuaded in the Lord Jesus, that nothing is unclean of 
itself; save that to him who accounteth anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean [19: 14: 14]. 

[120-1]* Paul speaks of the glory and joy of the Cosmic Conscious life just dawning upon the world 
compared with the self conscious state theretofore universal. "Vistas of glory," says Whitman, 
"incessant and branching." "Joy, always joy," says Elukhanam. "Joy beginning but without ending," 
says E. C. "When you have once," says Seraphita [that is, Balzac] "felt the delights of the divine 
intoxication ( illumination) then all is yours" [7: 182]. Compare also the following extracts from 
Behmen, in which he in like manner with Paul contrasts the Self with the Cosmic Conscious life: 
"The external world or the external life is not a valley of suffering for those who enjoy it, but only 

for those who know of a higher life. The animal enjoys animal life; the intellect the intellectual 
realm; but he who has entered into regeneration recognises his terrestrial existence as a burden and 
prison. With this recognition he takes upon himself the cross of Christ" [97: 325]. 

"The holy and heavenly man, hidden in the monstrous (external) man, is as much in heaven as God, 
and heaven is in him, and the heart or light of God is begotten and born in him. Thus is God in him 
and he in God. God is nearer to him than his bestial body" [97: 326]. 

[120-2]* An expression of the optimism which belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. Compare 
Whitman; "Omnes! Omnes! Let others ignore what they may, I make the poem of evil also, I 
commemorate that part also, I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is, and I say 
there is in fact no evil" [193: 22]. 

To sum up: We have in this case: 

a. The characteristic suddenness that belongs to the oncoming of the New Sense. The new birth 
takes place at a given place and moment. 

b. We have the subjective light clearly, very strongly, manifested, 
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c. We have intellectual illumination of the most pronounced character 

d. We have very strongly marked moral exaltation. 

e. We have the conviction, the sense of immortality, the extinction of the sense of sin and the 
extinction of the fear of death. 

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PLOTINUS was born A. D. 204 and died 274. 

Plotinus held that in order to perfect knowledge the subject and object must be united—that the 
intelligent agent and the thing understood . . . must not be in separation[**] [55: 716]. 

He held that in order to perfect knowledge the subject and object must be united[*+] [85: 716]. 

Here follows a letter: 

Plotinus to Flaccus [188: 78-81]. 

I applaud your devotion to philosophy: I rejoice to hear that your soul has set sail, like the returning 
Ulysses, for its native land—that glorious, that only real country— the world of unseen truth. To 
follow philosophy the senator Rogatianus, one of the noblest of my disciples, gave up the other day 

all but the whole of his patrimony, set free his slaves and surrendered all the honors of his station. 

Tidings have reached us that Valerian has been defeated, and is now in the hands of Sapor. The 
threats of Franks and Allemanni, of Goths and Persians, are alike terrible by turns to our degenerate 
Rome. In days like these, crowded with incessant calamities, the inducements to a life of 
contemplation are more than ever strong. Even my quiet existence seems now to grow somewhat 
sensible of the advance of years. Age alone I am unable to debar from my retirement. I am weary 
already of this prison-house, the body, and calmly await the day when the divine nature within me 
shall be set free from matter. [**] 

The Egyptian priests used to tell us that a single touch with the wing of their holy bird could charm 
the crocodile into torpor; it is not thus speedily, 

[121-1]* "When to a man who understands, the Self has become all things" [150: 312]. 

[121-2]+ t "Objects gross and the unseen soul are one" [193: 173]. "The perception seems to be one 
in which all the senses unite into one sense. In which you become the object" [63]. 

[121-3]* The sense of continued life. "And as for you, death, and you bitter lung of mortality, it is 
idle to try to alarm me" [193: 77]. 

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my dear friend, that the pinions of your soul will have power to still the untamed body. The creature 
will yield only to watchful, strenuous constancy of habit. Purify your soul from all undue hope and 
fear about earthly things, mortify the body, deny self—affections as well as appetites—and the inner 
eye will begin to exercise its clear and solemn vision. 

You ask me to tell you how we know, and what is our criterion of certainty. To write is always 
irksome to me. But for the continual solicitations of Porphyry I should not have left a line to survive 
me. For your own sake and for your father's my reluctance shall be overcome. 

External objects present us only with appearances. Concerning them, therefore, we may be said to 
possess opinion rather than knowledge. The distinctions in the actual world of appearance are of 
import only to ordinary and practical men. Our question lies with the ideal reality that exists behind 
appearance. How does the mind perceive these ideas? Are they without us, and is the reason, like 
sensation, occupied with objects external to itself? What certainty would we then have— what 
assurance that our perception was infallible? The object perceived would be a something different 
from the mind perceiving it. We should have then an image instead of reality. It would be monstrous 
to believe for a moment that the mind was unable to perceive ideal truth exactly as it is, and that we 
had not certainty and real knowledge concerning the world of intelligence. It follows, therefore, that 
this region of truth is not to be investigated as a thing external to us, and so only imperfectly known. 
It is within us. Here the objects we contemplate and that which contemplates are identical— both are 
thought. The subject cannot surely know an object different from itself The world of ideas lies 
within our intelligence. Truth, therefore, is not the agreement of our apprehension of an external 
object with the object itself It is the agreement of the mind with itself Consciousness, therefore, is 
the sole basis of certainty: The mind is its own witness. Reason sees in itself that which is above 
itself as its source; and again, that which is below itself as still itself once more. 

Knowledge has three degrees— opinion, science, illumination. [**] The means or instrument of the 
first is sense; of the second dialectic; of the third intuition. To the last I subordinate reason. It is 
absolute knowledge founded on the identity of the mind knowing with the object known." 

There is a raying out of all orders of existence, an external emanation from the ineffable One. There 
is again a returning impulse, drawing all upwards and inwards towards the centre from whence all 
came. Love, as Plato in the "Banquet" beautifully says, is child of poverty and plenty. In the 
amorous quest of the soul after the good lies the painful sense of fall and deprivation. 

[122-l]*The world of ideas divides itself into three spheres—that of instinct; that of abstractions; 
that of specialism" [5: 141]. Compare Bacon: "The first creature of God in the work of the days was 
the light of the sense, the last the light of reason, and His Sabbath work ever since is the 
illumination of His Spirit" [35:82]. Plotinus, Bacon and Balzac all teach (and every one who has 
had experience will agree with them) that there is as great an interval between Cosmic 
Consciousness and Self Consciousness as exists between the latter and Simple Consciousness. 

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[paragraph continues] But that love is blessing, is salvation, is our guardian genius; without it the 
centrifugal law would overpower us, and sweep our souls out far from their source toward the cold 
extremities of the material and the manifold. The wise man recognizes the idea of the good within 
him. This he develops by withdrawal into the holy place of his own soul. He who does not 
understand how the soul contains the beautiful within itself, seeks to realize beauty without by 
laborious production. His aim should rather be to concentrate and simplify, and so to expand his 
being; instead of going out into the manifold, to forsake it for the One, and so to float upwards 
towards the divine fount of being whose stream flows within him. 

You ask, how can we know the Infinite? I answer, not by reason. It is the office of reason to 
distinguish and define. The Infinite, therefore, cannot be ranked among its objects. You can only 
apprehend the Infinite by a faculty superior to reason, by entering into a state in which you are your 
finite self no longer—in which the divine essence is communicated to you. This is ecstasy [Cosmic 
Consciousness]. It is the liberation of your mind from its finite consciousness. Like only can 
apprehend like; when you thus cease to be finite, you become one with the Infinite. In the reduction 
of your soul to its simplest self, its divine essence, you realize this union— this identity. 

But this sublime condition is not of permanent duration. It is only now and then that we can enjoy 
this elevation (mercifully made possible for us) above the limits of the body and the world. I myself 
have realized it but three times as yet,[**] and Porphyry hitherto not once. All that tends to purify 
and elevate the mind will assist you in this attainment, and facilitate the approach and the 
recurrence of these happy intervals. There are, then, different roads by which this end may be 
reached. The love of beauty which exalts the poet; that devotion to the One and that ascent of 
science which makes the ambition of the philosopher, and that love and those prayers by which 
some devout and ardent soul tends in its moral purity towards perfection. These are the great 
highways conducting to that height above the actual and the particular, where we stand in the 
immediate presence of the Infinite, who shines out as from the deeps of the soul. 

[123-1]* Plotinus (as he tells us) had had three periods of illumination at the time of writing this 
letter to Flaccus— that is, by the time he was fifty-six years old. We are told by Porphyry that 
between the age of fifty-nine and sixty-four (that is, during the six years of their intercourse) that he 
had four periods, making at least seven altogether. It will be noticed that what Plotinus says as to 
what aids in the passage to Cosmic Consciousness is precisely what is taught by all those who have 
attained— by Gautama, Jesus, Paul and the rest. 

The following passage [83: 336] may be taken as a fair summing up of Plotinus' philosophy as this 
was understood by the Neoplatonists: 

The human souls which have descended into corporeality are those which have allowed themselves 
to be ensnared by sensuality and overpowered by lust. 

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[paragraph continues] They now seek to cut themselves loose from their true being; and, striving 
after independence, they assume a false existence. They must turn back from this; and, since they 
have not lost their freedom, a conversion is still possible. 

Here, then, we enter upon the practical philosophy. Along the same road by which it descended, the 
soul must retrace its steps back to the supreme Good. It must first of all return to itself This is 
accomplished by the practice of virtue, which aims at likeness to God, and leads up to God. In the 
ethics of Plotinus all the older schemes of virtue are taken over, and arranged in a graduated series. 
The lowest stage is that of the civil virtues, then follow the purifying, and last of all the divine 
virtues. The civil virtues merely adorn the life, without elevating the soul. That is the office of the 
purifying virtues, by which the soul is freed from sensuality, and led back to itself, and thence to the 
nous. By means of ascetic observances the man becomes once more a spiritual and enduring being, 
free from all sin. But there is still a higher attainment; it is not enough to be sinless, one must 
become "God." This is reached through contemplation of the primeval Being, the One; or, in other 
words, through an ecstatic approach to it. Thought cannot attain to this, for thought reaches only to 
the nous, and is itself a kind of motion. Thought is a mere preliminary to communion with God. It is 
only in a state of perfect passivity and repose that the soul can recognize and touch the primeval 
Being. Hence in order to this highest attainment the soul must pass through a spiritual curriculum. 
Beginning with the contemplation of corporeal things in their multiplicity and harmony, it then 
retires upon itself and withdraws into the depths of its own being, rising thence to the nous, the 
world of ideas. But even there it does not find the Highest, the One; it still hears a voice saying, 
"Not we have made ourselves." The last stage is reached when, in the highest tension and 
concentration, beholding in silence and utter forgetfulness of all things, it is able as it were to lose 
itself Then it may see God, the fountain of life, the source of being, the origin of all good, the root 
of the soul. In that moment it enjoys the highest indescribable bliss; it is as it were swallowed up of 
divinity, bathed in the light of eternity. 


The writer has been able to learn but little of the outer life of Plotinus. Details of his illumination 
beyond what he tells us in the letter above quoted are equally wanting. But his own mention of the 
three "happy intervals," what he says of "this sublime condition" and the character of his philosophy 
makes it certain that he was a genuine case of Cosmic Consciousness. Unfortunately his age at the 
time of first illumination is unknown. Plotinus, however, having been born 204, having commenced 
the study of philosophy in the year 232, at the age of twenty-eight, 

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and having written the above letter in 260, when fifty-six years of age (it was in that year that 
Valerian was taken prisoner by Sapor), would probably have been between thirty and forty at the 
time of his first illumination. 

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BORN 570; died 632. 

This case, both in detail and ensemble, is marvellously complete. The contempt entertained towards 
this man by Christians is as creditable to them as is the corresponding contempt entertained towards 
Jesus by Mussulmans creditable to these. Mohammed was born in the tribe of Koreish, in August, in 
the year 570. His inheritance was five camels and a slave girl. His father died before his birth and 
his mother when he was six years old. As a boy and youth he earned his living tending sheep and 

Later he was a camel driver At the age of twenty-five he married Cadijah, who was forty. The union 
was an eminently happy one. He was an honest, upright man, irreproachable in his domestic 
relations and universally esteemed by his fellow-citizens, who bestowed upon him the sobriquet of 
El Amin~"the trusty." "Mohammed was a man of middle height but a commanding presence; rather 
thin, but with broad shoulders and a wide chest; a massive head, a frank, oval face, with a clear 
complexion, restless black eyes, long, heavy eyelashes, a prominent, aquiline nose, white teeth and 
a full, thick beard. ... He was a man of highly nervous organization, thoughtful, restless, inclined to 
melancholy and possessing an extreme sensibility, being unable to endure the slightest unpleasant 
odor or the least physical pain. ... He was simple in his habits, kind and courteous in his demeanor 
and agreeable in conversation" [152: 19-20]. 

It seems that Mohammed had been, as a young and middle-aged 

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man, before his experience on Mount Hara, serious, devout, earnest and deeply religious. It also 
seems (as already stated) that this mental constitution is an essential prerequisite to the attainment 
of Cosmic Consciousness. He clearly saw that the religion of his countrymen was far from being in 
a satisfactory condition, and it appeared to him that the time for reform or a new departure had 

We are told that he gradually absented himself from society and sought the solitude of a cavern on 
Mount Hara (about three leagues north of Mecca), where, in emulation of the Christian anchorites 
of the desert, he would remain days and nights together engaged in prayer and meditation. ... He 
became subject to visions, ecstasies and trances. ... At length, it is said, what had hitherto been 
shadowed out in dreams was made apparent and distinct by an angelic apparition and a divine 

It was in the fortieth year of his age when this famous revelation took place. Accounts are given of 
it by Moslem writers, as if received from his own lips, and it is alluded to in certain passages of the 
Koran. He was passing, as was his wont, the month of Ramadan in the cavern of Mount Hara, 
endeavoring by fasting, prayer and solitary meditation to elevate his thoughts to the contemplation 
of divine truth. 

It was on the night called by Arabs Al Kader, or The Divine Decree; a night in which, according to 
the Koran, angels descend to earth and Gabriel brings down the decrees of God. During that night 

there is peace on earth, and a holy quiet reigns over all nature until the rising of the morn. 

As Mohammed, in the silent watches of the night, lay wrapped in his mantle, he heard a voice 
calling upon him. Uncovering his head, a flood of light broke upon him of such intolerable splendor 
that he swooned. On regaining his senses he beheld an angel in a human form, which, approaching 
from a distance, displayed a silken cloth covered with written characters. "Read!" said the angel. "I 
know not how to read!" replied Mohammed. "Read!" repeated the angel, "in the name of the Lord, 
who has created all things; who created man from a clot of blood. Read, in the name of the Most 
High, who taught man the use of the pen; who sheds on his soul the ray of knowledge and teaches 
him what before he knew not." 

Upon this Mohammed instantly felt his understanding illumined with celestial light and read what 
was written on the cloth, which contained the decree of God, as afterwards promulgated in the 
Koran. 'When he had finished the perusal the heavenly messenger announced: "Oh, Mohammed, of 
a verity thou art the prophet of God! And I am his angel Gabriel ! " 

Mohammed, we are told, came trembling and agitated to Cadijah in the morning, not knowing 
whether what he had heard and seen was indeed true, and that he was a prophet decreed to effect 
that reform so long the object of 

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his meditations; or whether it might not be a mere vision, a delusion of the senses, or worse than all, 
the apparition of an evil spirit [102: 32-3]. 

Illumination in Mohammed's case took place in or about the month of April. It occurred in the 
Arabic month Ramadan (82a:553). Now in the first year after the Hegira this month fell in our 
December. But the Mohammedan year is ten days shorter than the time actually taken by the 
revolution of the earth in its orbit. It is plain, therefore, that any given Mohammedan date would 
recur ten days earlier year by year. Now the Hegira was twelve years after Mohammed's 
illumination. That is to say, if the month Ramadan corresponded with December just after the 
Hegira it would have corresponded with April at the time of the prophet's illumination. That 
illumination, therefore, would have taken place in April. 

If Mohammed was a case of Cosmic Consciousness this fact ought to appear clearly in the writings 
which he left to the world. Does it? As a matter of fact these are not easily understood in an English 
translation and from the modern, western, point of view. Note, for instance, the remarks of one 
reader who might be supposed competent to appreciate such a work as the Qur'an. Carlyle says of it 
[59: 295]: "It is as toilsome reading as ever I undertook. A wearisome, confused jumble, crude, 
incondite, endless iterations, longwindedness, entanglement, insupportable stupidity in short," and 
so on at some length. 

In spite of all this, however, even if multiplied a thousand times, the greatness, power, spirituality of 
the book must be considered established by the results it has produced in the world. No effect can 
be greater than its cause, and the effect in this case (the spiritual elevation of many millions of men 
for many generations) must be admitted to have been enormous. Moreover, it seems to the writer 
that, in spite of the undoubted difficulty above referred to, almost any candid reader may perceive 
for himself, upon its perusal, that the book has great qualities, even though he may not be able to 
fully grasp them. 

But there is another reason why we do not find just what we want for our present purpose in the 
Qur'an. It is written entirely 

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from the point of view of the Cosmic Sense; as its author would say, it is all dictated by Gabriel. 
There are no passages in which the self conscious tells us about the cosmic conscious Mohammed- 
such passages as occur with great frequency in the writings of Yepes, Whitman and others—passages 
written from the point of view of the "Shakespeare" Sonnets. Nevertheless, there are here and there 
sentences in the Qur'an that almost certainly refer to the experience in question, as, for instance, the 

Verily, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, [**] and the alternation of night and day, and in 
the ship that runneth in the sea with that which profits man, and in what water God sends down 
from heaven and quickens therewith the earth after its death, and spreads abroad therein all kinds of 
cattle, and in the shifting of the winds, and in the clouds that are pressed into service betwixt heaven 
and earth, are signs to people who can understand [151:22]. 

And when we said to thee, "Verily, thy Lord encompasses men!"[**] and we made the vision which 
we showed thee only a cause of sedition unto men, and the cursed tree as well; for we will frighten 
them, but it will only increase them in great rebellion [153:7]. 

They will ask thee of the spirit. [**] Say, "The spirit comes at the bidding of my Lord, and ye are 
given but a little knowledge thereof" If we had wished we would have taken away that with which 
we have inspired thee: then thou wouldst have found no guardian against us, unless by a mercy 
from thy Lord; verily, his grace towards thee is great [153: 10]! 

We do not descend[**] save at the bidding of thy Lord: His is what is before us, and what is behind 
us, and what is between those; for thy Lord is never forgetful— the Lord of the heavens and the 
earth, and of what is between the two; then serve Him and persevere in His service [153:31-2]. 

[128-1]* Mohammed is seeking to point out the (to him) certainty of an infinitely good God and 
eternal life. He uses here very much the same language as does Whitman in the same connection: "I 
hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns, O grass of graves, O perpetual transfers and 
promotions, if you do not say anything how can I say anything" [193: 77]? 

[128-2]* "The vision"— evidently the cosmic vision. 

[128-3]* He speaks of "the spirit" who visits him— "Gabriel," the Cosmic Sense— and uses almost 
the same words as Jesus: "The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the voice thereof, but 
knowest not whence it cometh and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit" [17: 3: 

[128-4]* "We do not descend." Palmer's note to these words is: "Among various conjectures the one 
most usually accepted by the Mohammedan commentators is, that these are the words of the angel 
Gabriel in answer to Mohammed's complaint of long intervals elapsing between the periods of 
revelation. Compare, in chapter on Bacon, infra Sonnet xxxiii, and comment thereon. 

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Verily, the hour is coming, I almost make it appear,[**] that every soul may be recompensed for its 
efforts [153:35]. 

[129-1]* The words, "I almost make it appear," would seem to refer to the feeling almost or quite 

universal with those having cosmic consciousness that universal endowment with this faculty is 
near, is imminent, and that an individual having the faculty can bestow it almost at will. "I bestow," 
says Whitman, "upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe." There is a 
sense, of course, in which both these propositions are true: (1) The new faculty is becoming 
universal and (2) these men, having the faculty, do bestow it upon such others as coming into 
contact with them are eligible. 

This life of the world is nothing but a sport and a play; but, verily, the abode of the next world—that 
is, life. If they did but know! [153: 124.][**] 

He who wishes for the tilth of the next world,[**] we will increase for him the tilth; and he who 
desires the tilth of this world, we will give him thereof; but in the next he shall have no portion 

The life of this world is but a play and a sport;[**] but if you believe and fear God, he will give you 
your hire [153: 232]. 

And every soul shall come—with it a driver and a witness! Thou wert heedless of this, and we 
withdrew thy veil[**] from thee, and to-day is thine eyesight keen! [153: 243.] 

And paradise shall be brought[**] near to the pious— not far off [153:243]. 

This is what ye are promised,[**] to every one who turns frequently (to God) and keeps His 
commandments, who fears the merciful in secret and brings a repentant heart. Enter into it in peace; 
this is the day of eternity! [153: 244.] 

And listen for the day[**] when the crier shall cry from a near place— the day when they shall hear 
the shout in truth— that is, the day of coming forth [153: 244]. 

[129-2]*The distinction between the self and cosmic conscious lives. 

[129-3]*Arich man, from the mere fact of being such, is unlikely to enter cosmic consciousness. If 
he does he probably abandons his wealth, as did Gautama and E. C. If, however, a man (not having 
it) very earnestly desires wealth, or (having it) sets his heart upon it, such shall certainly in Cosmic 
Consciousness "have no portion." 

[129-4]*Insignificance of the self conscious as compared with the cosmic conscious life. 

[129-5]*"Withdrew thy veil"— reference to the illumination of Mohammed. He "saw the heavens 
rent asunder" [15: 1: 101. 

[129-6]*"The kingdom of God is nigh at hand" [16: 21: 31]. "The kingdom of God is within you" 
[16: 17:21]. 

[129-7]*Illumination— the Cosmic Sense— the Brahmic bliss— the kingdom of God— is rightly called 
here "the day of eternity," since the entrance to it is the entrance to immortality— eternity. 

[129-8]*The suddenness and unexpectedness of the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness is noted in 
the writings of nearly all of those who have experienced illumination. "That day —the day of 
deliverance— shall come to you in what place you know not; it shall come, but you know not the 
time. In the pulpit while you are preaching the sermon, behold! suddenly the ties and the bands shall 
drop off; in the prison One shall come, and you shall go free forever. In the field, with the plough 

and chain-harrow; by the side of your horse in the stall; in the midst of fashionable 

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life; in making and receiving morning calls; in your drawing-room — even there, who knows? It 
shall duly, at the appointed hour, come [61: 231]. 

Know that the life of this world is but a sport, [**] and a play, and an adornment, and something to 
boast of amongst yourselves; and the multiplying of children is like a rain-growth, its vegetation 
pleases the misbelievers; then they wither away, and thou mayest see them become yellow; then 
they become but grit [153:268]. 

Verily, we set it[**] down on the Night of Power! And what shall make thee know what the Night of 
Power is? The Night of Power is better than a thousand months! The angels and the spirits descend 
therein, by the permission of their Lord with every bidding [153: 337]. 

[130-l]*Insignificance of the merely self conscious life. 

[130-2]*"It," the Qur'an, "the Night of Power" (the night of Mohammed's illumination), "is better 
than a thousand months!" So Bohme, referring to his illumination, says [40:15]: "The gate was 
opened to me that in one-quarter of an hour I saw and knew more than if I had been many years 
together at an university. " 

In this case we have authentically reported (as it seems) all the fundamental elements required to 
constitute a case of Cosmic Consciousness: 

a. The subjective light. 

b. The moral elevation. 

c. The intellectual illumination. 

d. The sense of immortality. 

e. The defmiteness, suddenness and unexpectedness of the oncoming of the new state. 

f The previous mental and physical character of the man. 

g. The age of illumination, in his fortieth year, later than the average, but while he was still in his 

h. The added charm to his personality, so that he was able to gain and hold devoted followers. 
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BORN 1265; Died 1321. 

Balzac [9: 241 and 263] clearly intimates his conviction that Dante was a "Specialist," which is his 
name for a man who has 

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[paragraph continues] Cosmic Consciousness. Balzac probably knew Dante very thoroughly, and 
could not be mistaken on this point, he being himself a "Specialist"; for as a musician knows of 
another man whether or not he is a musician, as a poet knows of another man whether or not he is a 
poet, as a painter knows of another man whether or not he is a painter, as a man with the sense of 
sight living in a country inhabited with men nearly all of whom are blind must know who among 
his acquaintances can see and who cannot, so to-day, and all days, a man who has the Cosmic Sense 
will know of any given man with whom he is acquainted, either personally or by his works, whether 
or not he also has it. We could therefore accept with confidence Balzac's word that Dante had the 
Cosmic Sense, but let us not do so—let us try to see for ourselves. 


Dante's outward life and personality are as good as lost to us of the nineteenth century. It seems 
clear, however, and the character of his writings would indicate the same thing, that, as Boccaccio 
says [8 1 :809], even as a young man he was: 

Taken by the sweetness of knowing the truth of the things concealed in heaven, and finding no other 
pleasure dearer to him in life, he left all other worldly care and gave himself to this alone, and, that 
no part of philosophy might remain unseen by him, he plunged with acute intellect into the deepest 
recesses of theology, and so far succeeded in his design that, caring nothing for heat or cold, or 
watchings, or fastings, or any other bodily discomforts, by assiduous study he came to know of the 
divine essence and of the other separate intelligences all that the human intellect can comprehend. 

And Leonardo Bruni says of him that: 

By study of philosophy, of theology, astrology, arithmetic and geometry, by reading of history, by 
the turning over many curious books, watching and sweating in his studies, he acquired the science 
which he was to adorn and explain in his verses. 

All which means that Dante was of a thoughtful, studious, earnest nature, and we may interpret this 
fact to mean either that 

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in his case such a life led up to a high poetic genius within the limits of self consciousness, or that it 
led up (as claimed here) to Cosmic Consciousness. In any case, Dante's youth seems to have been 
such as we often find in men who attain illumination. 


Now, as to the outward man, Boccaccio says [111: 200]: 

Our poet was of middle height, and after reaching mature years he went somewhat stooping; his gait 
was grave and sedate; always clothed in the most becoming garments, his dress was suited to the 
ripeness of his years; his face was long, his nose aquiline, his eyes rather large than small, his jaw 
heavy and his under lip prominent; his complexion was dark, and his hair and beard thick, black and 
crisp, and his countenance was always sad and thoughtful. . . . His manners, whether in public or at 
home, were wonderfully composed and restrained, and in all his ways he was more courteous and 
civil than any one else. 

Again Charles E. Norton [111: 204] says of an undoubtedly authentic death-mask of the poet: 

The face is one of the most pathetic upon which human eyes ever looked, for it exhibits in its 
expression the conflict between the strong nature of the man and the hard dealings of fortune- 
between the idea of his life and its practical experience. Strength is the most striking attribute of the 
countenance, displayed alike in the broad forehead, the masculine nose, the firm lips, the heavy jaw 
and wide chin; and this strength, resulting from the main forms of the features, is enforced by the 
strength of the lines of expression. The look is grave and stern almost to grimness; there is a 
scornful lift to the eyebrows, and a contraction of the forehead as from painful thought; but 
obscured under this look, yet not lost, are the marks of tenderness, refinement and self-mastery, 
which, in combination with more obvious characteristics, give to the countenance of the dead poet 
an ineffable dignity and melancholy. There is neither weakness nor failure here. It is the image of 
the strong fortress, of a strong soul "buttressed on conscience and impregnable will," battered by the 
blows of enemies without and within, bearing upon its walls the dints of many a siege, but standing 
firm and unshaken against all attacks until the warfare was at an end. 


As to the quality of Dante's mind and of his work, it will be well to quote here, briefly, perhaps as 
high an authority as has lived in recent times. He says: 

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The Dantesque account of Hell, purgatory and Paradise is not an arbitrary or fantastic dream, but 
the vivid and substantial embodiment of a profound philosophy[**] [179: 104]. 

Meanwhile, leaving antiquarians to elucidate the pedigree of Dante's ideas, we may observe that 
from his earliest boyhood he was familiar with dreams and visions, and that he hints himself, at the 
end of the "Vita Nuova," that the vision of the "Comedy" came to him as a revelation, while he was 
pondering on the thought of death and upon the memory of Beatrice[**] [179: 109]. 

The object of the whole work (he writes to Can Grande) is to make those who live in this life leave 
their state of misery and to lead them to a state of happiness[*+] [179:110]. 

[133-1]* This is of course necessarily true of every book that springs from, is dictated by, the 
Cosmic Sense. 

[133-2]* The writer, while knowing nothing about Cosmic Consciousness, adopts, as it were 
perforce, the same theory of Dante and his work as that propounded here. 

[133-3]+ The main object in life in the case of every (?) man having the Cosmic Sense is to bestow 

it upon the race, and each feels in himself some power to so bestow it. 


In the "Divine Comedy" (a book strictly parallel to the "Comedie Humaine," or the "Leaves of 
Grass," in the sense that it is a picture of the world from the point of view of the writer), Dante tells, 
first, in the "Inferno," of human life as seen among ill-doers, the "sinful," the "wicked." Then, in the 
"Purgatorio"~"that second realm where the human spirit is purified and becomes worthy to ascend 
to heaven" [71: l]~he speaks of human life as seen in those who are struggling towards the light— 
who are trying to lead good lives but are so far overburdened by hereditary flaws, faults committed, 
bad habits formed, unfortunate surroundings and other adverse circumstances. These are the better 
people—short of illumination. But in the "Paradiso" Dante treats of the new world of the Cosmic 
Sense—of the kingdom of God— Nirvana. 

Beatrice— "Making Happy"— is the Cosmic Sense (which, in fact, alone, makes happy). The name 
may have been suggested by a beautiful girl (so named). If so, the coincidence is curious. 

That the meaning is as here said, seems clear from a hundred passages. Take one. Virgil says to 
Dante: "So much as reason seeth here can I tell thee; beyond that [beyond reason, the self 

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conscious mind] awaits still for Beatrice" [71:114]. What is beyond reason— the self conscious 
mind— but Cosmic Consciousness? 

Dante wanders through the self conscious world ("Inferno" and "Purgatorio") guided by Virgil 
(chosen as a splendid example and type of the self conscious mind, and also probably because he 
had really been one of Dante's principal guides before his illumination). But Virgil was not a case of 
Cosmic Consciousness, and of course he cannot enter into Paradise. Beatrice (the Cosmic Sense) 
leads Dante into that realm and is his guide there. 

Dante's "Vita Nuova," written at the end of the thirteenth century, was first published in 1309, when 
he was forty-four years of age. At the very end of it he seems to speak of the oncoming of Cosmic 

The "Divine Comedy" was finished in 1321, the time of the action being strictly confined to the end 
of March and the beginning of April, 1300 [81: 815] at which time Dante was thirty-five years old. 
It seems almost certain that this was the date of his illumination. It would be at the typical age and 
in the typical season, and there seems nothing against the supposition. It is a reasonable 
presumption that the earlier book, "Vita Nuova," was being written up to the early spring of 1300; 
that when illumination took place it was closed to give place to a greater work then to be begun; 
that the latter book, the "Divine Comedy," was actually begun at that date. 


The "Vita Nuova" [68] closes as follows: 

After this sonnet a wonderful vision appeared to me, in which I saw things which made me resolve 

to speak no more of this blessed one (Beatrice) until I could more worthily treat of her. And, to 
attain to this, I study to the utmost of my power, as she truly knows. So that, if it shall please Him 
through whom all things live, that my life be prolonged for some years, I hope to say of her what 
was never said of any woman. 

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We will now follow Dante's experience as closely as possible in his own words, using always, as we 
have done above, the translation of Charles Elliot Norton. And we take first from the "Purgatorio" 
passages descriptive of Dante's approach to the divine land. When Dante is about to enter Cosmic 
Consciousness Virgil says of him: 

Expect no more or word or sign from me.[**] Free, upright and sane in thine own free will, and it 
would be wrong not to act according to its pleasure; wherefore thee over thyself I crown and mitre 
[71: 176]. 

[135-1]* There are two points here well worthy of being noted: (1) When the Cosmic Sense comes 
the rules and standards belonging to self consciousness are suspended. "Confronted, turned back, 
laid away" [193: 153], is Whitman's expression. No man with the Cosmic Sense will take direction 
(in the affairs of the soul) from any other man or any so-called God. In his own heart he holds the 
highest accessible standard, and to that he will and must adhere; that only can he obey. (2) The other 
is the duplication of the individual: "Thee over thyself" Compare with these words "The other I 
am," of Whitman: '"Tis thee (myself) that for myself I praise," of "Shakespeare" [176: 62]; "If any 
man is in Christ he is a new creature," of Paul; "Except a man be born anew," of Jesus. A new 
individual must be born within the old one, and, being so born, will live its own distinct life. 

Virgil withdraws. The self conscious mind abdicates its sovereignty in presence of the greater 
authority. Dante comes into immediate relation with Beatrice—Cosmic Consciousness. 

A lady appeared to me robed[**] with the color of living flame. I turned me to the left with the 
confidence with which the little child runs to his mother when he is frightened, or when he is 
troubled, to say to Virgil: "Less than a drachm of blood remains in me that does not tremble, I 
recognize the signals of the ancient flame;" but Virgil had left us deprived of himself [71:191]. 

And as my face stretched upward my eyes saw Beatrice. [**] Beneath her veil and beyond the 
stream she seemed to me more to surpass her ancient self than she surpassed the others here when 
she was here [71:198]. 

[135-2]* The Cosmic Sense robed with the subjective light. At the threshold of the new sense Virgil 
(the type here of human faculty short of it) leaves Dante. Not that simple and self consciousness 
leave us when we enter Cosmic Consciousness, but they do cease to guide us~"the eyesight has 
another eyesight, the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice" [193 : 342]. 

[135-3]* The new world is still veiled and far off, but even so its glory far transcends anything in 
the old world of mere self consciousness. 

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When I was near the blessed shore the beautiful lady [nature?][**] opened her arms, clasped my 
head and plunged me in where it behooved that I should swallow the water [71 : 199]. 

Oh, splendor of living light eternal! [**] who hath become so pallid under the shadow of Parnassus, 
or hath so drunk at its cistern that he would not seem to have his mind encumbered, trying to 
represent thee as thou didst appear there, where in harmony the heaven overshadows thee when in 
thn open air thou didst thyself disclose [71:201]? 

[136-1]* "The drinking of the waters of Lethe, which obliterate the memory of sin. "--Norton's note. 
There is no sense of sin in Cosmic Consciousness. 

[136-2]* The best prepared poet (on the level of self consciousness) by study and practice could not 
portray the new world, when it freely (in the open air) discloses itself "No shuttered room or school 
can commune with me," says the Cosmic Sense by the tongue of Whitman [193:75]. 

Beatrice (the Cosmic Sense) says to Dante: 

Thou shalt be with me[**] without end a citizen of that Rome whereof Christ is a Roman [71 :206]. 

[136-3]* Dante enters into equality with Jesus. Compare Whitman's "To him who was crucified" 

Again Beatrice says to him: 

[**] From fear and from shame I wish that thou henceforth divest thyself [71:211]. 

[136-4]* Compare Balzac's "Jesus was a Specialist," and Paul's "Heirs of God and joint heirs with 
Christ." Neither fear nor shame can exist along with the Cosmic Sense. 


So much for the approach to the Cosmic Sense. Let us see next what Dante says of it after having 
entered into it. 

The glory of Him[**] who moves everything penetrates through the universe and shines in one part 
more and in another less. In the heaven that receives most of its light I have been, and have seen 
things which he who descends from there above neither knows how nor is able to recount [72: 1]. 

On a sudden day[**] seemed to be added to day as if he who is able had adorned the heaven with 
another sun [72:4]. 

[136-5]* So Paul heard "unspeakable words," and Whitman when he "tried to tell the best" of that 
which he had seen became dumb. 

[136-6]* "As in a swoon, one instant, another sun, ineffable, full dazzles me" [192: 207]. 

This is, of course, the subjective light seen by Mohammed, Paul and others at the moment of 
entrance into the Cosmic Sense. 

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Beatrice was standing with her eyes wholly fixed on the eternal wheels, and on her I fixed my eyes 
fi-om there above removed. Looking at her, I inwardly became such as Glaucus[**] became on 
tasting of the herb which made him consort in the sea of the other gods. Transhumanizing cannot be 
signified in words; therefore, let the example[*+] suffice for him to whom grace reserves 
experience. If I were only what of me thou didst last create,[*++] O love that govemest the heavens, 
thou knowest, who with thy light didst lift me. 

When the revolution which thou, being desired, makest eternal [* section] made me attent unto 
itself with the harmony which thou attunest and modulatest, so much of the heaven then seemed to 
me enkindled by the flame of the sun, that rain or river never made so broad a lake [72:4]. 

[137-1]* Glaucus~the steersman of the ship Argo~who was changed into a god. 

[137-2]+ Of Glaucus. 

[137-3]++ If I continued to be a mere man. 

[137-4] section The desire for God leads a man from self to Cosmic Consciousness, and that 
revolution, when effected, is eternal. 

When Dante awoke into the Cosmic Sense, into the new Cosmos, the first thing to strike him (as it 
is and must be the first thing to strike every one who so awakes) was the vision of the "Eternal 
Wheels"~the "Chain of Causation" —the universal order—a vision infinitely beyond expression by 
human words. His new self~Beatrice~had its eyes fixed on this, the Cosmic unfolding. Gazing 
thereupon the Cosmic vision and the Cosmic rapture transhumanized him into a god. It is this vision 
of the universal order coming instantaneously, lighting the world as lightning illumines the 
landscape, but, unlike lightning, remaining, that has led the present writer to adopt the name 
"Cosmic Consciousness" —a Consciousness of the Cosmos. Compare with Dante's Gautama's 
experience as given in the Maha Vegga [163: 208]: "During the first watch of the night he fixed his 
mind upon the chain of causation; during the second watch he did the same; during the third he did 
the same." And, as already shown, this is among the very earliest and most reliable accounts of the 
illumination of the Buddha. 

After illumination Dante wrote the "Divine Comedy." In it (as a whole) must be sought the 
expression, such as Dante could give, of the Cosmic vision. It is, therefore, a parallel statement with 
the Qur'an, the Upanishads, Suttas, the Pauline Epistles, the words of Jesus, the "Comedie 
Humaine," the "Leaves of Grass," the "Shakespeare" drama and "Sonnets," the works of Behmen, 
and "Towards Democracy." 

To sum up, we have in this case: 

a. The characteristic suddenness that belongs to the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense. 

b. Illumination occurs at the typical age and time of year, 
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c. The subjective light is a strongly marked feature. 

d. Intellectual illumination. 

e. Moral elevation. 

f. The sense of immortality. 

g. The extinction of the sense of sin and of shame and of fear of death. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Bartolome Las Casas. 

BORN 1474; died 1566. 

"One of the most remarkable men of the sixteenth century" [128: 206]. "Las Casas was the brightest 
star of this small constellation [the early Spanish-Americans]. With the eye of a seer he saw, and, in 
the words of a prophet, he foretold the judgment that would fall on Spain for the horrors perpetrated 
on the wretched aborigines" [119: 706] . 

"Bartolome de las Casas was bom in Seville in 1474. His family, one of the noblest in Spain, was of 
French origin, descended from the Viscounts of Limoges. They were already in Spain before the 
thirteenth century, and played a distinguished part in the conquest of Seville from the Moors by 
Ferdinand III of Castile, in 1252. From that time forward members of the family were to be found 
in positions of trust, and among their marked traits of character were invincible courage and 
spotless integrity. By birth and training Bartolome was an aristocrat to the very tips of his fingers" 
[89: 437]. 

Las Casas went to Hispaniola and settled on an estate in that island in 1502. 

Little is known of his first occupation there, except that he seems to have been more or less 
concerned in money-making, like all the other settlers. About 1510 he was ordained as a priest. He 
fulfilled three or four vocations, being an eager man of business, a laborious and accurate historian, 
a great reformer, a great philanthropist and a vigorous ecclesiastic [98:2]. 

He was eloquent, acute, truthful, bold, self-sacrificing, pious [98:3]. 

His was one of the lives that are beyond biography, and require a history to 

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be written in order to illustrate them. His career affords, perhaps, a solitary instance of a man who, 
being neither a conqueror, a discoverer nor an inventor, has, by the pure force of benevolence, 
become so notable a figure that large portions of history cannot be written, or at least cannot be 
understood, without the narrative of his deeds and efforts being made one of the principal threads 
upon which the history is strung. In early American history Las Casas is, undoubtedly, the principal 
figure. He has been justly called "the Great Apostle of the Indies" [98:289]. 

He was a person of such immense ability and strength of character that in whatever age of the world 
he had lived he would undoubtedly have been one of its foremost men. As a man of business he had 

rare executive power. He was a great diplomatist and an eloquent preacher, a man of titanic energy, 
ardent but self-controlled, of unconquerable tenacity, warm-hearted and tender, calm in his 
judgments, shrewdly humorous, absolutely fearless and absolutely true. He made many and bitter 
enemies, and some of them were unscrupulous enough; but I believe no one has ever accused him 
of any worse sin than extreme fervor of temperament. His wrath would rise to a white heat and 
indeed there was occasion enough for it. He was also very apt to call a spade a spade, and to 
proclaim unpleasant truths with pungent emphasis [89:439]. 

By the year 1510 the slavery of the Indians, under the names repartimentos and encomiendas, had 
become deplorably cruel. An Indian's life was counted of no value. It was cheaper to work an Indian 
to death and get another than to take care of him, and accordingly the slaves were worked to death 
without mercy. From time to time they rose in rebellion, then they were "slaughtered by the 
hundreds, burned alive, impaled on sharp stakes, torn to pieces by bloodhounds" [89:443]. 

Las Casas was by natural endowment a many-sided man, who looked at human affairs from various 
points of view. Under other circumstances he need not necessarily have developed into a 
philanthropist, though any career into which he might have been drawn could not have failed to be 
honorable and noble. At first he seems to have been what one might call worldly-minded. But the 
most interesting thing about him we shall find to be his steady intellectual and spiritual 
development; from year to year he rose to higher and higher planes of thought and feeling. He was 
at first a slave-owner, like the rest, and had seen no harm in it. But from the first his kindly, 
sympathetic nature asserted itself, and his treatment of his slaves was such that they loved him. He 
was a man of striking and easily distinguishable aspect, and the Indians in. general, who fled from 
the sight of a white man, came soon to recognize him as a friend who could always be trusted [89: 

About 1512-13 Velasquez conquered Cuba, reducing the natives to slavery. Las Casas presently 
followed him into the island, and received from him a half interest in a large village of Indians. He 
entered into possession as a mere matter of course, and settled down in the island. 

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We come now to the definite fact which, if it can be relied upon as having happened as told, proves 
(along with the facts of his life) that Las Casas was a case of Cosmic Consciousness. Not only so, 
but it would seem—from his supreme physical and mental vigor, prolonged to a great age, from his 
splendid moral nature, from his intellect, said to be proved by his writings to be first-class, from his 
personal magnetism and from his high spiritual endowments—that this man stands among the 
supreme examples of those who have been endowed with this splendid faculty. 

It was the duty of Las Casas to say mass, and now and then to preach, and in thinking of his sermon 
for Pentecost, 1514, he opened his Bible, and his eyes alighted upon these verses, in the thirty- 
fourth chapter of Ecclesiasticus: 

"The Most High is not pleased with the offerings of the wicked; neither is he pacified for sin by the 
multitude of sacrifices. 

"The bread of the needy is their life; he that defraudeth him thereof is a man of blood. 

"He that taketh away his neighbor's living slayeth him; and he that defraudeth the laborer of his hire 
is a shedder of blood." 

As he read these words a light from heaven seemed to shine upon Las Casas. The scales fell from 

his eyes. He saw that the system of slavery was wrong in principle [89:450]. 

At this time Las Casas was forty years of age. Fiske goes on to tell how for fifty-two more years he 
lived one of the most active, beautiful and beneficent of lives, dying at last "in Madrid, after a few 
days' illness, at the age of ninety-two. In all this long and arduous life—except for a moment, 
perhaps, on the crushing news of the destruction of his colony upon the Pearl Coast~we find no 
record of work interrupted by sickness, and to the very last his sight was not dim nor his natural 
force abated" [89:481]. 

Fiske concludes: 

In contemplating such a life as that of Las Casas all words of eulogy seem weak and frivolous. The 
historian can only bow in reverent awe before a figure which is in some respects the most beautiful 
and sublime in the annals of Christianity since the apostolic age. When now and then in the course 
of the centuries God's providence brings such a life into this world, the memory of it must be 
cherished by mankind as one of its most precious and sacred possessions. For the thoughts, the 
words, the deeds of such a man, there is no death. The sphere of their influence goes on widening 
forever They bud, they blossom, they bear fruit, from age to age [89: 482]. 

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As Las Casas wrote, evidence more or less decisive on the point here raised should be found under 
his own hand. But most of his compositions were short and were occupied with special and current 
topics; the work in which (if at all) he may have touched upon the supposed event in his personal 
history is his "Historia General de las Indias," and this, unfortunately, has never been printed. 

At his death he left it to the convent of San Gregorio, at Valladolid, with directions that it should not 
be printed for forty years, nor be seen during that time by any layman or member of the 
fraternity. . .. The Royal Academy of History revised the first volume some years since with a view 
to the publication of the whole work; but the indiscreet and imaginative style of the composition, 
according to Navarrete, and the consideration that its most important facts were already known 
through other channels, induced that body to abandon the design. With deference to their judgment, 
it seems to me a mistake. Las Casas, with every deduction, is one of the great writers of the nation- 
great from the important truths which he discerned when none else could see them, and with the 
courage with which he proclaimed them to the world. They are scattered over his history as well as 
his other writings. They are not, however, the passages transcribed by Herrara [128:212]. 

It is a fair inference, from the above remarks, that the writings of Las Casas have the qualities 
usually found in those which proceed from Cosmic Consciousness, such as boldness, originality, 
unconventionality, keen insight, sympathy, courage. And over and above these it is quite possible 
that were they examined they would be found to contain proof, by direct statement, that their author 
possessed the Cosmic Sense. 

To sum up: Las Casas was presumably possessed of Cosmic Consciousness, because: 

a. Of his unusual health and strength; for this great faculty commonly occurs in exceptional physical 

b. Of his "striking aspect" and of the affection felt for him by the Indians and others. 

c. Of his mental growth after the age at which the intellectual and moral stature is usually complete. 

d. Of the sudden and immense change that took place in him 

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at the age of forty, when he was past the period of moral evolution within the compass of the 
ordinary, self conscious man. 

e. Because of the intellectual, but especially of the moral, stature attained by him-higher (it may be 
safely said) than is ever attained within the limits of mere self consciousness. 

f And because of (if it can be depended upon, and it seems so likely that it is easy to believe it) the 
subjective light said to have been experienced by him about Pentecost, 1514. If this could be shown 
to be of the same character as the light that shone within Paul, Mohammed and others, then it would 
be certain that Las Casas possessed the Cosmic Sense. Even as the case stands there is little doubt 
of it. It must not be forgotten that the (supposed) subjective light was the immediate forerunner of 
Las Casas' spiritual new birth, nor that this latter occurred at the characteristic time of year—while 
he was thinking of his sermon for Pentecost—therefore towards the end of May or early in June. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


John Yepes (Called St. John of the Cross). 

BORN 1542; died 1591. 

John Yepes was born at Fontibere, near Avila, in old Castile, on the twenty-fourth of June, 1542. His 
father died when he was a child, and his mother was left poor He studied at the College of Jesuits. 
At twenty-one years of age he took the religious habit among the Carmelite Friars at Medina. His 
religious zeal continually increased. When he arrived at Salamanca, in order to commence his 
higher studies, the austerities which he practiced were excessive. At twenty-five years of age he was 
promoted to the priesthood. At the age of about thirty, or perhaps between that age and thirty-three, 
he passed through a period of "interior trouble of mind, scruples and a disrelish of spiritual 
exercises; ... the devils assaulted him with violent temptations; ... the most terrible of all these 
pains was that of scrupulosity and interior 

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desolation, in which he seemed to see hell open, ready to swallow him up" [3 1 : 552]. 

After some time certain rays of light, comfort and divine sweetness scattered these mists and 
translated the soul of the servant of God into a paradise of interior delights and heavenly sweetness 

He had another period of depression, followed by still more perfect illumination and happiness. 

A certain brightness darted from his countenance on many occasions— especially when he came 
from the altar or from prayer It is said that a heavenly light at times shone from his countenance 

He enjoyed the happiness characteristic of the Cosmic Conscious state. Butler quotes him as saying: 
"The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps a holiday, is always in her 
palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love" 
[31: 557]. 

Two hours before he died he repeated aloud the Miserere psalm with his brethren; then he desired 
one to read him part of the book of Canticles, appearing himself in transports of joy. He at length 
cried out: "Glory be to God!" pressed the crucifix on his breast, and, after some time, said: "Lord, 
into thy hands I commend my soul," with which words he calmly died, fourteenth of December, 
1591, at the age of forty-nine [31: 558]. 

For originating, or adhering to, some monastic forms he was, in 1578, imprisoned for some months, 
and it was during this time, at the age of thirty-six, that he entered Cosmic Consciousness. 

On the fifteenth of August, 1578, he had been eight months in prison. On the twenty-fourth of June 
the same year he was thirty- six years of age. 

Illumination occurred when he was in prison and apparently (but the record is not clear on this 
point) a very few months before the fifteenth of August. All available evidence considered, it seems 
about certain that illumination took place in spring or early summer, and that Yepes was within a 
month or two (before or after) of his thirty-sixth birthday at the time [112: 108]. 

It was in the same year, after illumination [112: 141], that he began to write. 

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The phenomenon of the subjective light seems to have manifested itself with unusual intensity in 
this case. 

Others are said to have seen it. Also it is said to have lighted him about the monastery. These latter 
statements doubtless rest upon exaggeration or confusion such as is found in the description of the 
same phenomenon in Paul's case. It is curious, too, that in the case of John Yepes, partial blindness, 
lasting some days, followed, and was evidently in some way connected with the subjective light. 

In the case of Paul the blindness was more marked and lasted longer. It would seem that the centric 
disturbance which must coexist with the subjective light may be so great as to leave the optic centre, 
for a time, incapable of reacting under its ordinary stimulus. It seems clear that both in the case of 
Paul and in that of Yepes the change that gave rise to the blindness was centric. One of Yepes' 
biographers describes the phenomenon of the light itself and its effects upon his eyes in the 
following words: 

His cell became filled with light seen by the bodily eye. One night the friar who kept him went as 
usual to see that his prisoner was safe, and witnessed the heavenly light with which the cell was 
flooded. He did not stop to consider it, but hurried to the prior, thinking that some one in the house 
had keys to open the doors of the prison. The prior, with two religious went at once to the prison, 
but on his entering the room through which the prison was approached the light vanished. The prior, 
however, entered the cell, and, finding it dark, opened the lantern with which he had provided 
himself, and asked the prisoner who had given him light. St. John answered him, and said that no 
one in the house had done so, that no one could do it and that there was neither candle nor lamp in 
the cell. The prior made no reply and went away, thinking that the gaoler had made a mistake. 

St. John, at a later time, told one of his brethren that the heavenly light, which God so mercifully 
sent him, lasted the night through, and that it filled his soul with joy and made the night pass away 
as if it were but a moment. When his imprisonment was drawing to its close he heard our Lord say 
to him, as it were out of the soft light that was around him, "John, I am here; be not afraid; I will set 
thee free" [112:108]. 

A few moments later, while making his escape from the prison of the monastery, it is said that he 
had a repetition of the experience as follows: 

He saw a wonderful light, out of which came a voice, "follow me." He followed, and the light 
moved before him towards the wall which was on the bank, and then, he knew not how, he found 
himself on the summit of it without 

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effort or fatigue. He descended into the street, and then the light vanished. So brilliant was it, that 
for two or three days afterwards, so he confessed at a later time, his eyes were weak, as if he had 
been looking at the sun in its strength [112:116]. 

After illumination, and upon the solicitation of persons about him who saw that he had, as Emerson 
says, "a new experience," he wrote several books, the object of which was to convey to others a 
knowledge of the new life that had come to him, and, if possible, to convey something of that new 
life itself The following extracts are chosen because they exhibit with some clearness the mental 
status and attitude of the man John Yepes after illumination, and so contribute toward a picture of 
Cosmic Consciousness 

It is clearly necessary for the soul,[**] aiming at its own supernatural transformation, to be in 
darkness and far removed from all that relates to its natural condition, the sensual and rational parts. 
The supernatural is that which transcends nature, and, therefore, that which is natural remains 
below. Inasmuch as this union and transformation are not cognizable by sense or any human power, 
the soul must be completely and voluntarily empty of all that can enter into it, of every affection 
and inclination, so far as it concerns itself [203:71]. 

On this road,[**] therefore, to abandon one's own way is to enter on the true way, or, to speak more 
correctly, to pass onwards to the goal; and to forsake one's own way is to enter on that which has 
none, namely, God. For the soul that attains to this state has no ways or methods of its own, neither 
does it nor can it lean upon anything of the kind. I mean ways of understanding, perceiving, or 
feeling, though it has all ways at the same time,[**] as one who possessing nothing, yet possesseth 
everything. For the soul courageously resolved on passing, interiorly and exteriorly, beyond the 
limits of its own nature, enters inimitably within the supernatural, which has no measure, 

[145-1]* This is the doctrine of the suppression and effacement of thought, and the subjection of 
desire taught by Hindu illuminati from the time of Buddha until to-day—a doctrine undoubtedly 
resting on actual experience [154: 68 and 56: 164 et seq.]. 

N. B.~The author of the Bhagavatgita is not given in this volume as a case of Cosmic 
Consciousness for the reason that nothing is known of his personality. The Divine Lay, itself, 
however, carries on its face the proof that he was so—in it Krishna is the Cosmic Sense, and the 
speeches of Krishna the utterances of Cosmic Consciousness. 

[145-2]* Method of attainment of Cosmic Consciousness and general description of it. 

[145-3]* All ways at the same time: Carpenter tries to express this experience as follows: "What is 
the exact nature of this mood—of this illuminant splendor? All I can say is, there seems to be a 
vision possible to man as from some more universal standpoint, free from the obscurity and 
localism which especially connect themselves with the passing clouds of desire, fear and all 
ordinary thought and emotion—in that sense another 

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and separate faculty; and as vision always means a sense of light, so here is a sense of inward light, 
unconnected of course with the mortal eye, but bringing to the eye of the mind the impression that it 
sees and by means of a medium which washes, as it were, the interior surfaces of all objects and 
things and persons— how can I express it?— and yet this is most defective, for the sense is a sense 
that one is those objects and things and persons that one perceives (and the whole universe)— a sense 
in which sight and touch and hearing are all fused in identity" [62]. 

but contains all measure imminently within itself To arrive there is to depart hence, going away, out 
of oneself, as far as possible from this vile state to that which is the highest of all. Therefore, rising 
above all that may be known and understood, temporally and spiritually, the soul must earnestly 
desire to reach that which in this life cannot be known, and which the heart cannot conceive; and, 
leaving behind all actual and possible taste and feeling of sense and spirit, must desire earnestly to 
arrive at that which transcends all sense and all feeling. In order that the soul may be free and 
unembarrassed for this end it must in no wise attach itself— as I shall presently explain when I treat 
of this point— to anything it may receive in the sense or spirit, but esteem such as of much less 
importance. For the more importance the soul attributes to what it understands, feels and imagines, 
and the greater the estimation it holds it in, whether it be spiritual or not, the more it detracts from 
the supreme good, and the greater will be its delay in attaining to it. On the other hand, the less that 
it esteems all that it may have in comparison with the supreme good, the more does it magnify and 
esteem the supreme good, and consequently the greater the progress towards it. In this way the soul 
draws nearer and nearer to the divine union, in darkness, by the way of faith, which, though it be 
also obscure, yet sends forth a marvellous light. Certainly, if the soul will [if it persists in wishing 
and striving to] see, it thereby becomes instantly more blind as to God, than he who should attempt 
to gaze upon the sun shining in its strength. On this road, therefore, to have our own faculties in 
darkness is to see the light [203: 74-5]. 

The more the soul strives[**] to become blind and annihilated as to all interior and exterior things, 
the more it will be filled with faith and love and hope. But this love at times is neither 
comprehended nor felt, because it does not establish itself in the senses with tenderness, but in the 
soul with fortitude, with greater courage and resolution than before; though it sometimes overflows 
into the senses, and shows itself tender and gentle. In order, then, to attain to this love, joy and 
delight which visions effect, it is necessary that the soul should have fortitude and be fortified, so as 
to abide willingly in emptiness and darkness, and to lay the foundation of its love and delight on 
what it neither sees nor feels, on what it cannot see nor feel— namely, on God incomprehensible and 
supreme. Our way to Him is therefore, of necessity, in self denial [203: 202]. 

Though it be true,[**] as I have said, that God is always in every soul, bestowing upon it and 
preserving to it, 

[146-1]* So Balzac says that self consciousness, while glorious for what it has done, is at the same 
time baneful, because it precludes man from entering the Cosmic Conscious life, which leads to the 
infinite— which alone can explain God [5: 142]. 

[146-2]* The distinction between the self conscious life even at its best and the life of Cosmic 


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by His presence, its natural being, yet for all this He does not always communicate the supernatural 
life. For this is given only by love and grace, to which all souls do not attain, and those who do, do 
not in the same degree, for some rise to higher degrees of love than others. That soul, therefore, has 
greater communion with God which is most advanced in love—that is, whose will is most 
conformable to the will of God. And that soul which has reached perfect conformity and 
resemblance is perfectly united with, and 'supernaturally transformed in, God. For which cause, 
therefore, as I have already explained, the more the soul cleaves to created things, relying on its 
own strength, by habit and inclination, the less is it disposed for this union, because it does not 
completely resign itself into the hands of God, that He may transform it supernaturally [203:78]. 

At other times, also, the divine light strikes the soul[**] with such force that the darkness is unfelt 
and the light unheeded; the soul seems unconscious of all it knows, and is therefore lost, as it were, 
in forgetfulness, knowing not where it is nor what has happened to it, unaware of the lapse of time. 

It may and does occur[**] that many hours pass while it is in this state of forgetfulness; all seems 
but a moment when it again returns to itself [203 : 127]. 

[147-1]* "Louis had a well-defined attack of catalepsy. He remained standing for fifty-nine hours 
motionless, his eyes fixed, without speaking or eating, etc." [5: 127]. This experience of Lambert's 
(Balzac's) belongs to the period of illumination as in the case of Yepes. 

[147-2]* It is probable that a similar experience in the same circumstances is common though not 

Yepes' thought is that God is always existent in the human soul, but (in general) in a passive or 
sleeping state, or at least outside consciousness. The soul that knows that God is in it is blessed, but 
the soul in which God wakes is that which is supremely blessed. This waking of God in the soul is 
what is called in the present volume "Cosmic Consciousness." 

O how blessed is that soul[**] which is ever conscious of God reposing and resting within it. . .. He 
is there, as it were, asleep in the embraces of the soul and the soul is in general conscious of His 
presence and in general delights exceedingly in it. If He were always awake in the soul the 
communications of knowledge and love would be unceasing, and that would be a state of glory. If 
He awakes but once, merely opening his eyes, and affects the soul 

[147-3]* Yepes says: God is always in man, and very commonly the soul is aware of His (passive) 
presence. It is as if He slept in the soul. If He wakes up only once in a man's whole life the 
experience of that instant affects the whole of life. If the experience of that instant should be 
indefinitely prolonged what soul could bear it! 

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so profoundly, what would become of it if He were continually awake within it [206: 506]? 

One of the characteristics of the Cosmic Sense many times touched, and to be touched, upon is the 
identification of the person with the universe and everything in the universe. When Gautama or 
Plotinus expresses this fact it is called "Mysticism." When Whitman gives it voice it is "Yankee 
bluster." What shall we call it when a simple, humble-minded Spanish monk of the sixteenth 

century says of it in such plain language as the following? 

The heavens are mine, the earth is mine, and the nations are mine![**] mine are the just, and the 
sinners are mine; mine are the angels and the Mother of God; all things are mine, God himself is 
mine and for me, because Christ is mine and all for me. What dost thou then ask for, what dost thou 
seek for, O my soul? All is thine—all is for thee. Do not take less nor rest with the crumbs which fall 
from the table of thy father. Go forth and exult in thy glory, hide thyself in it, and rejoice, and thou 
shalt obtain all the desires of thy heart [206:607]. 

Visions of incorporeal substances, [**] as of angels and of souls, are neither frequent nor natural in 
this earthly life, and still less so is the vision of the divine essence, which is peculiar to the blessed, 
unless it be communicated transiently by a dispensation of God, or by conservation of our natural 
life and condition, and the abstraction of the spirit; as was perhaps the case of St. Paul when he 
heard the unutterable secrets in the third heaven. "Whether in the body," saith he, "I know not, or 
out of the body, I know not; God knoweth." It is clear from the words of the apostle that he was 
carried out of himself, by the act of God, as to his natural existence [203: 198-9]. 

Knowledge of pure truth requires, for its proper explanation, that God should hold the hand and 
wield the pen of the writer. Keep in mind, my dear reader, that these matters are beyond all words. 
[**] But as my purpose is not to discuss them but to teach and direct the soul through them to the 
divine union, it will be enough if I speak of them 

[148-1]* So Whitman tells us: "As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all and 
incorporate them into himself or herself [193:214]. And again: "What do you suppose I would 
intimate to you in a hundred ways but that man or woman is as good as God? And that there is no 
God any more divine than yourself [193: 299]. 

[148-2]* The Cosmic vision compared in a few common sense words with more ordinary "visions" 
of, for instance, angels and spirits, in which Yepes seems to have little faith. 

[148-3]* "Beyond all words." This is the universal experience. 

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concisely within certain limits, so far as my subject requires it.[**] This kind of vision is not the 
same with the intellectual visions of bodily things. It consists in comprehending or seeing with the 
understanding the truths of God, or of things or concerning things which are, have been, or will be. 
It is most like to the spirit of prophecy, as I shall perhaps hereafter explain. This kind of knowledge 
is twofold: one relates to the Creator, the other to creatures. And though both kinds are most full of 
sweetness, the delight produced by that which relates to God is not to be compared with aught 
beside; and there are neither words nor language to describe it, for it is the knowledge of God 
himself and his delights [203: 205]. 

In so far as this becomes pure contemplation, the soul sees clearly that it cannot describe it 
otherwise than in general terms which the abundance of delight and happiness forces from it. And 
though at times, when this knowledge is vouchsafed to the soul, words are uttered, yet the soul 
knows full well that it has in nowise expressed what it felt, because it is conscious that there are no 
words of adequate signification [203:206]. 

This divine knowledge concerning God[**] never relates to particular things, because it is 
conversant with the Highest, and therefore cannot be explained unless when it is extended to some 
truth less than God,[**] which is capable of being described; but this general knowledge is 

ineffable. It is only a soul in union with God that is capable of this profound loving knowledge, for 
it is itself that union. This knowledge consists in a certain contact of the soul with the Divinity, and 
it is God Himself who is then felt and tasted, though not manifestly and distinctly, as it will be in 
glory. But this touch of knowledge and sweetness is so strong and so profound that it penetrates into 
the inmost substance of the soul, and the devil cannot interfere with it, nor produce anything like it~ 
because there is nothing else comparable with it~nor infuse any sweetness or delight which shall at 
all resemble it. This knowledge savors, in some measure, of the divine essence and of everlasting 
life, and the devil has no power to simulate anything so great [203: 207]. 

Such is the sweetness of deep delight of these touches of God,[**] that one of them is more than a 
recompense for all the sufferings of this life, however great their number [203: 208]. 

[149-1]* An attempt to indicate the radical difference between the knowledge which belongs to the 
self conscious mind and the consciousness of truth proper to the Cosmic Conscious mind. To 
indicate also the joy of Cosmic Consciousness and the impossibility of expressing in the only 
language we have (the language of self consciousness) either what is seen or what is felt in the 
Cosmic Conscious state. "When I undertake," says Whitman, "to tell the best I find I cannot, my 
tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, my breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb 
man" [193: 179]. 

[149-2]* Compare Behmen: "Spiritual knowledge cannot be communicated from one intellect to 
another, but must be sought for in the spirit of God" [97: 56]. 

[149-3]* And Whitman's dicta: "Wisdom is of the soul; cannot be passed from one having it to 
another not having it" [193: 123]. 

[149-4]* "For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with 
the glory that shall be revealed to usward" [19: 8: 18]. 

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These images, thus imprinted on the soul, produce whenever they are adverted to,[**] the divine 
effects of love, sweetness, and light, sometimes more, sometimes less, for that is the end for which 
they are impressed. He with whom God thus deals receives a great gift, for he has a mine of 
blessings within himself The images which produce such effects as these are vividly grounded in 
the spiritual memory [203:275]. 

The way of proficients, which is also called the illuminative way,[**] or the way of infused 
contemplation, wherein God himself teaches and refreshes the soul without meditation or any active 
efforts that itself may deliberately make [203:55-6]. I went forth out of myself, out of my low 
conceptions and lukewarm love, out of my scanty and poor sense of God, without being hindered 
by the flesh or the devil. I went forth out of the scanty works and ways of my own to those of God; 
that is, my understanding went forth out of itself, and from human became divine. My will went 
forth out of itself, becoming divine; for now united with the divine love, it loves no more with its 
former scanty powers and circumscribed capacity, but with the energy and pureness of the divine 
spirit [203: 67]. 

Now this is nothing else but the supernatural light[**] giving light to the understanding, so that the 
human understanding becomes divine, made one with the divine. In the same way divine love 
inflames the will so that it becomes nothing less than divine, loving in a divine way, united and 
made one with the divine will and the divine love. The memory is affected in like manner; all the 
desires and affections also are changed divinely according to God. Thus the soul will be of heaven. 

heavenly, divine rather than human [204: 111]. 

It was a happy lot for the soul[**] when God in this night put all its household to sleep—that is, all 
the powers, passions, affections, and desires of the sensual and spiritual soul, that it may attain to 
the spiritual union of the perfect love of God "unobserved"~that is, unhindered, by them, because 
they were all asleep and mortified in that night. O how happy must the soul then be when it can 
escape from the house of its sensuality! None can understand it, I think, except that soul which has 
experienced it [204:113]. It is, therefore, plain that no distinct object whatever that pleases the will 
can be God; and for that reason, if it is to be united with Him, it must empty itself, cast away every 
disorderly affection of the desire, every satisfaction it may distinctly have, high and low, temporal 
and spiritual, so that, purified and cleansed from all unruly satisfactions, joys 

[150-1]* Whenever they are adverted to: Compare Bacon: 

"So am I as the rich, whose blessed key 
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure. 
The which he will not every hour survey. 
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. 

[176: 52]. 

[150-2]* He tells of the passage from self consciousness to Cosmic Consciousness and what it is 
like to be in the latter condition. 

[150-3]* As Dante says, this is being "transhumanized into a God" [72: 4]. 

[150-4]* Further allusions to the necessary subjugation or even obliteration of the old self conscious 
mind before the cosmic conscious mind can emerge. 

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and desires, it may be wholly occupied, with all its affections, in loving God [204:534]. 

This abyss of wisdom now so exalts and elevates the soul—orderly disposing it for the science of 
love— that it makes it not only understand how mean are all created things in relation to the supreme 
wisdom and divine knowledge, but also how low, defective, and, in a certain sense, improper, are all 
the words and phrases by which in this life we discuss divine things and how utterly impossible by 
any natural means, however profoundly and learnedly we may speak, to understand and see them as 
they are, except in the light of mystical theology. And so the soul in the light thereof, discerning this 
truth, namely, that it cannot reach it, and still less explain it by the terms of ordinary speech, justly 
calls it secret [204: 126]. 

The spirit is now so strong, and has so subdued the flesh, and makes so little of it, that it is as 
regardless of it as a tree is of one of its leaves. It seeks not for consolation or sweetness either[**] in 
God or elsewhere, neither does it pray for God's gifts through any motive of self interest, or its own 
satisfaction. For all it cares for now is how it shall please God and serve Him in some measure in 
return for His goodness and for the graces it has received, and this at any and every cost [204: 134]. 

But if we speak of that light of glory which in this, the soul's embrace, God sometimes produces 
within it, and which is a certain spiritual communion wherein He causes it to behold and enjoy at 
the same time the abyss of delight and riches which He has laid up within it, there is no language to 
express any degree of it. As the sun when it shines upon the sea illumes its great depths and reveals 
the pearls and gold and precious stones therein, so the divine sun of the bridegroom, turning 

towards the bride, reveals in a way the riches of her soul, so that even the angels behold her with 
amazement [205: 292]. 

I have said that God is pleased with nothing but love.[**] He has need of nothing, and so if He is 
pleased with anything it is with the growth of the soul; and as there is no way in which the soul can 
grow but in becoming in a manner equal to Him, for this reason only is He pleased with our love. It 
is the property of love to place him who loves on an equality with the object of his love. Hence the 
soul, because of its perfect love, is called the bride of the Son of God, which signifies equality with 
Him [205:333]. 

Before the soul succeeded in effecting this gift and a surrender of itself, [**] and of all that belongs 
to it, to the Beloved, it was entangled in many unprofitable occupations, by which it sought to 
please itself and others, and 

[151-1]* Yepes resembles Buddha and Paul in despising and contemning the old self conscious life. 
Jesus and Whitman reached a higher level—they saw that all life is good, all divine. 

[151-2]* "What do you suppose," says Whitman, "I would intimate to you in a hundred ways but 
that man or woman is as good as God and that there is no God any more divine than yourself [193: 

[151-3]* Antecedent self conscious state. Compare Whitman: "Trippers and askers surround me, 
people I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, the 
latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, my 

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dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, the real or fancied indifference of some man or 
woman I love, the sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill doing, or loss or lack of money, or 
depressions or exaltations, battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the 
fitful events; these come to me days and nights and go from me again, but they are not the Me 
myself [193:31-2]. 

it may be said that its occupations at this time were as many as its habits of imperfection [205: 236]. 

It is not without some unwillingness that I enter at the request of others upon the explanation of the 
four stanzas, [**] because they relate to matters so interior and spiritual as to baffle the powers of 
language [206:407]. All I say falls far short of that which passes in this intimate union of the soul 
with God. That love still more perfect and complete in the same state of transformation [206:408]. 

I entered, but I knew not where, [**] and there I stood not knowing, all science transcending. 

I knew not where I entered, for when I stood within, not knowing where I was, I heard great things. 
What I heard I will not tell; I was there as one who knew not, all science transcending. 

Of peace and devotion[**] the knowledge was perfect, in solitude profound; the right way was 
clear, but so secret was it, that I stood babbling, all science transcending. 

I stood enraptured in ecstasy, beside myself, and in my every sense no sense remained. My spirit 
was endowed with understanding, understanding nought, all science transcending. 

The higher I ascended the less I understood. It is the dark cloud illumining the night. Therefore he 

who understands knows nothing, ever all science transcending. 

He who really ascends so high annihilates himself, and all his previous knowledge seems ever less 
and less; his knowledge so increases that he knoweth nothing, all science transcending. 

This knowing that knows nothing is so potent in its might that the prudent in their reasoning never 
can defeat it; for their wisdom never reaches to the understanding that understandeth nothing, all 
science transcending. 

[152-1]* Expressions by which he tries to suggest mental states that cannot be represented by 

[152-2]* In this short poem John Yepes has tried to state the essential facts of the entrance into the 
Cosmic Conscious state. He says he entered it, but (having so done) he did not know where he was. 
He heard great things, but will not (cannot?) relate what. He found (in that state) perfect peace and 

[152-3]* "Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the arguments 
of the earth" [193:32]. 

The right way (the right course of action), too, was clear (Whitman says the new sense "held his 
feet" [193:32]. Yepes, like Whitman and all the rest, became filled with joy. He then goes on to 
describe Nirvana, even to the use of the word "annihilation." 

Finally he pronounces the word which all the illuminati utter each in his own way. He says this 
profound wisdom consists in a sense of the essence of God. It is the Cosmic Sense—a sense, 
intuition, or consciousness of the Cosmos. The birth of the faculty which alone can comprehend 
God. It is that new birth through which only can a man see the kingdom of God. 

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This sovereign wisdom is of an excellence so high that no faculty nor science can ever unto it attain. 
He who shall overcome himself by the knowledge which knows nothing will always rise, all 
science transcending. 

And if you would listen, this sovereign wisdom doth consist in a sense profound of the essence of 
God: it is an act of His compassion, to leave us, nought understanding, all science transcending 


a. In the case of John Yepes the subjective light seems to have been present and even unusually 
intense, although there may be some confusion in the report of it. 

b. Moral elevation was strongly marked. 

c. Intellectual illumination well but not perhaps as strikingly as in some other cases. 

d. His sense of immortality is so perfect that it does not occur to him to discuss it as a separate 
question or as a question at all. He has simply become God, a God, or a part of God, and he would 

no more think of discussing his immortality than he would think of discussing that of God. 

e. Of course he lost (if he ever had it) all fear of death. Death is simply nothing to him. It is a matter 
that does not concern him in the least. 

f The instantaneousness of the change from self consciousness to Cosmic Consciousness in his 
prison in the spring or early summer of the year 1578, when he was thirty-six years old, seems to be 
clear from Lewis' narrative. 

g. The change in the appearance of the person illumined called in the gospels "transfiguration"-- 
seems to have been well marked. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Francis Bacon. 

BORN 1561.; died 1626. 

Nothing approaching to an exhaustive study of this case can be attempted here. The mere flanges of 
the subject have filled a moderate-sized 

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library, while the core of the matter has hardly been touched upon. 


Without more ado or any beating about the bush it may as well be frankly stated at once that the 
view of the present editor is: 

a. That Francis Bacon wrote the "Shakespeare" plays and poems. 

b. That he entered into Cosmic Consciousness at about the age of thirty, or perhaps a year earlier, as 
his intellectual and moral development was very precocious. 

c. That he began writing the "Sonnets" immediately after his illumination. The "Sonnets," as 
considered here, are the first one hundred and twenty-six, which distinctly constitute a poem in and 
by themselves and deal with the subject here considered. 

d. That the earlier of these one hundred and twenty-six "Sonnets" are addressed to the Cosmic 
Sense, and the later to it and its offspring, the plays. 

e. That in the "Sonnets" the following individualities may be recognized: (a) the Cosmic Sense; (b) 
the Bacon of the Cosmic Sense, and of the plays and "Sonnets";, (c) the special offspring of the 
Cosmic Sense—the plays; (d) the ostensible Bacon of the court, politics, prose writings, business. 

etc., and possibly others. 


It is not absolutely denied that the first one hundred and twenty-six "Sonnets" can be read as if 
addressed to a young male fi-iend (although in the case of several this might be, it seems to the 
writer, successfully disputed), but it is clear that so read they lack meaning and dignity—that, in fact, 
looked at from this point of view, they are entirely unworthy of the man (whoever he was) who 
wrote "Lear" and "Macbeth." And it may be claimed that an almost (or quite) constant characteristic 
of the writings of the class of men dealt with in this volume is exactly this double 

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meaning corresponding with the duplex personality of the writer Of this double, often triple, 
meaning the works of Dante and Whitman supply perhaps the best examples. 

T. S. Baynes [86: 764] says that these speculations "cannot be regarded as successful"; but let us, 
for the sake of argument, suppose that there really was such a young man, such a dark woman 
[Mary Fitton, 167: 30 et seq. or another], that would prove absolutely nothing. These people might 
have had a real existence and might have been spoken to and spoken of as the superficial meaning 
of the "Sonnets," just as the ocean is spoken to and of in the superficial meaning of "With Husky 
Haughty Lips" [193: 392]. Or take for another example the "Prayer of Columbus" [193: 323]. 
Columbus might have made just such a prayer, and there is no reason why Whitman should not 
have put such a prayer into his mouth; but nothing is more certain than that the words in question 
are addressed to the All Powerful by Whitman himself But why select instances? There is perhaps 
not a line in the "Leaves" which has one meaning only. Then who to-day does not understand that in 
the "Divine Comedy" Dante used the theological terms current in his day to veil and express far 
deeper and loftier thoughts than had theretofore ever been annexed to them? Attach the current 
signification to the terms used and his verses had one meaning, but ascribe to these terms his 
intention and they have another vastly wider and deeper So his last and best translator, who 
undoubtedly knew him profoundly, says that "a far deeper-lying and more-prevailing source of 
imperfect comprehension of the poem than any verbal difficulty exists in the double or triple 
meaning that runs through it" [70:16]. Or is "Seraphita" a sort of fairy tale having for central figure 
an idealized hysterico-maniacal Norwegian girl'? 


That a man having Cosmic Consciousness is, in fact, at least a dual person is abundantly shown and 
illustrated in the present volume, and "Shakespeare," the author of the plays and "Sonnets," 

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is really another (while the same) self of the Bacon who wrote the prose works, spoke in 
Parliament, lived before the world as jurist, courtier and citizen. Just as "Seraphita" (Seraphitus), 
while being Balzac, is totally distinct from the ostensible Balzac who was seen in Parisian drawing 
rooms. Just as the Whitman of the "Leaves" is wholly distinct (yet the same) from the Whitman 
who rode on omnibusses and ferries, "lived the same life with the rest," and died in Camden, March 
26, 1892. Just as "Gabriel," while being Mohammed, is at the same time another and distinct 


This identity (at the same time) and disparateness is the true solution (it is believed) of the Bacon- 
Shakespeare controversy. 


It is perhaps impossible for the merely self conscious man to form any conception of what this 
oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness must be to those who experience it. The man is lifted out of his 
old self and lives rather in heaven than upon the old earth—more correctly the old earth becomes 
heaven. One of the prime necessities of this period is solitude. Why? Probably because the person is 
so occupied with, so enraptured by, his new world (his new self), that he simply cannot bear to be 
called back to the old world (the old self). So Balzac would (at this period of his life) shut himself 
up—hide himself— for weeks and months at a stretch. So Paul conferred not with flesh and blood, 
"neither went up to Jerusalem" [22:1-17], but "away into Arabia," and seems to have lived very 
much to himself for some time. Solitude (although naturally he was so eminently sociable) became, 
under the same circumstances, a necessity to Whitman, and in the early part of his Cosmic 
Conscious life he would frequently spend days, weeks and even months at a stretch in the sparsely 
peopled or uninhabited districts of Long Island— especially along the seashore. 

Immediately upon the illumination of Jesus (if we can depend upon the account given in Matthew 
and Mark) he was "led up of 

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the spirit into the wilderness," and remained in solitude for a certain time. And it is probable that 
sufficient research would reveal action of this kind as universal in pronounced cases. Be this as it 
may, Spedding [174: 49] says that: "From April, 1590, until the latter part of 1591 [nearly two 
years] I find no other composition of Bacon's [than a letter of five pages!] nor any important piece 
of news concerning him." While (referring to the very same period in his life) Bacon says, writing 
to Burghley late in 1591 or early in 1592, when he was thirty-one years old, and, according to the 
hypothesis, one to two years after his illumination: "I do not fear that action shall impair it [his 
health], because I account my ordinary course of study and meditation to be more painful [more 
laborious] than most parts of action are" [174: 56]. 

Then again it seems that, especially during these two years, 1590 and 1591, Bacon frequently, to use 
his own words, "fied into the shade" at Twickenham and "enjoyed the blessings of contemplation in 
that sweet solitariness which collecteth the mind as shutting the eyes doth the sight" [129: 71]. So 
"there are times noted by Mr. Spedding when Bacon wrote with closed doors, and when the subject 
of his studies is doubtful; and there is one long vacation of which the same careful biographer 
remarks that he cannot tell what work the indefatigable student produced during those months, for 
that he knows of none whose date corresponds with the period" [129: 71-2]. And doubtless Mrs. 
Pott is in the right when she suggests that it was during such periods and probably during 1590-91 
that many of the early plays were written [129: 71]. 


Thus we have the frame into which to set the picture: Bacon's mind is exceedingly precocious and 

he enters Cosmic Consciousness, let us suppose, early in 1590, at or shortly after the age of twenty- 
nine; he had probably written several plays before that, a few of which may have been thought 
worthy of inclusion in the 

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1623 folio. In the spring of 1590 (in his thirtieth year) he acquires the Cosmic Sense. For the next 
two years (1590-91) he is much secluded and produces a number of plays, while, as a sort of 
running commentary upon his mental experiences and his work, he wrote the earlier "Sonnets," the 
rest being written one or two at a time as occasion called them forth, between this period and the 
date of their publication- 1609. 

It would be proper in this place to give some account of Bacon's personality were it not that the 
subject is too large for the limits of this volume. The question which concerns us here is, of course: 
were his intellect and moral nature (especially the latter) such as belong to persons having Cosmic 
Consciousness 2 Upon the answers to the last half of this question a doubt (fostered chiefly by Pope 
and Macaulay) has arisen. The point cannot be argued here. All that can be said is that the present 
writer believes that Bacon was as great morally as he was intellectually; and he believes that 
whoever will take the pains to seriously consider the standard works on the subject written by able 
and impartial men (such as Dixon's "Personal History" [75], Spedding's "Life and Times" [174], 
Spedding's "Evenings with a Reviewer" [177], and especially the "Life," by Rawley, who knew 
Bacon well) will inevitably come to the same conclusion. Rawley says of him: "He was free from 
malice; he was no revenger of injuries; he was no defamer of any man; but would always say the 
best that could be said of any person, even an enemy" [141: 52]. And after many years' study of the 
subject Spedding sums up as follows: 

The evidence which everybody had to judge from led me to suppose him a very different person 
from what he was commonly taken for That idea led me to seek for further evidence, and all the 
further evidence which I discovered confirmed the impression. I do not find fault with people for 
not knowing what advice Bacon gave the king about calling a parliament and dealing with it; but I 
say that the tenor of the advice, being now produced, shows that they were very bad guessers; that 
the inference they drew as to Bacon's character from the very abundant evidence which they had 
before them was strangely inaccurate; as far from the truth as if one should hold up Flavius as an 
example of a bad steward, because the economy was bad of the house in 

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which he served. I take these newly discovered pieces as tests. If I had been wrong, they would 
have convicted me; if Macaulay had been right, they would have confirmed him [178: 189]. 

And then, at the end of his book, after all the facts of Bacon's life that have come down to us had 
been reviewed and considered he goes on: 

For myself at least, much as one must grieve over such a fall of such a man, and so forlorn a close 
of such a life, I have always felt that had he not fallen, or had he fallen upon a fortune less desolate 
in its outward conditions, I should never have known how good and how great a man he really 
was—hardly, perhaps, how great and how invincible a thing intrinsic goodness is. Turning from the 
world without to the world which was within him, I know nothing more inspiring, more affecting, 
more sublime, than the undaunted energy, the hopefulness, trustfulness, clearness, patience, and 
composure, with which his spirit sustained itself under that most depressing fortune. The heart of 
Job himself was not so sorely tried, nor did it pass the trial better. Through the many volumes which 
he produced during these five years, I find no idle repining, no vain complaint of others, no weak 

justification of himself; no trace of a disgusted, a despairing or a faltering mind [178:407]. 

Compare with this estimate of Bacon's mental attitude under the depressing circumstances of his 
last years the undying and inexhaustible cheer of Walt Whitman, Jacob Behmen, and William Blake 
in like case. 


Here (while speaking of the personal traits of this man) will be as good an opportunity as any to 
quote a few passages which seem to glance at some certain quality in Bacon's mind such as this 
master faculty of which there is question in this book. For instance, Rawley [141:47], as a result of 
personal observation, says of him: "I have been induced to think that if there were a beam of 
knowledge derived from God upon any man in these modern times, it was upon him. For though he 
was a great reader of books, yet he had not his knowledge from books, but from some grounds and 
notions from within himself; which, notwithstanding, 

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he vented with great caution and circumspection." In other words, Hawley thinks that Bacon was 
inspired, and says that he was exceedingly careful in publishing the truths or ideas derived from that 
source. And this is exactly what is claimed by the present editor as one reason for the concealed 
authorship of the plays and sonnets. 

Note again these words of Bacon's, taken from his essay "Of Truth" [35:82]: "The first creature of 
God, in the works of the days, was the light of the sense; the last was the light of reason; and his 
Sabbath work ever since is the illumination of his spirit." In other words: In the evolution of the 
human mind simple consciousness was first produced; then self consciousness; and lastly, there is 
being produced to-day Cosmic Consciousness. Bacon proceeds: "First he breathed light upon the 
face of the matter of chaos [and produced life, simple consciousness]; then he breathed light into the 
face of man [and produced self consciousness]; and still he breatheth and inspireth light into the 
face of his chosen" [endowing them with Cosmic Consciousness]. Compare: "It has been said, great 
are the senses, greater than the senses is the mind [simple consciousness], greater than the mind is 
the understanding [self consciousness]. What is greater than the understanding is that [Cosmic 
Consciousness]. Thus knowing that which is higher than the understanding and restraining yourself 
by yourself [note the inevitable reduplication of the individual], destroy the unmanageable enemy in 
the shape of desire" [154: 57]. And again: "It is not by reasoning that the law is to be found, it is 
beyond the pale of reasoning" [164: 39]. 

It is worthy of notice that Bacon seems to have recognized an interval between the light of reason 
and the illumination of the spirit as great as the interval between the light of sense and that of 
reason. That is, he recognized as great an interval between Cosmic and Self Consciousness as exists 
between the latter and simple consciousness—just as is claimed by the present writer. But within the 
field of self consciousness where could he find such an interval as this between reason and anything 
above reason? 

Again in his great prayer [175: 469] Bacon says: 

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I am a debtor to Thee for the gracious talent[**] of Thy gifts and graces, which I have neither put 

into a napkin, nor put it (as I ought) to exchangers, where it might have made best profit; but 
misspent it in things for which I was least fit; so as I may truly say, my soul hath been a stranger in 
the course of my pilgrimage. 

[161-1]* The talent in question is the Cosmic Sense. He did not let it lie idle, but he did not make as 
much use of it as he might and ought to have done. He should have lived his life for it (as Gautama, 
Jesus and Paul did) whereas he tried to live (did live) two lives and misspent a large part of his life 
"in things for which he was least fit"~law, politics, etc.; so it may be truly said his soul (the Bacon 
of the Cosmic Sense) was a stranger in the life of the ostensible (the self conscious) Bacon. 

The Cosmic Sense produced the plays. If Bacon had openly lived his whole life for the Cosmic 
Sense what other perhaps greater works might he not have produced? And instead of his almost 
hidden, misunderstood life, we might have had another of those open, exalted lives, each one of 
which is a source of endless inspiration to the race which is slowly toiling up from what we see 
around us to that divine goal. 

To close this part of the subject, glance at two other short extracts. The first from the "Plan of the 
Work," the second from the "Novum Organum." Bacon says: 

If we labor in thy works with the sweat of our brows[**] thou wilt make us partakers of thy vision 
and thy Sabbath. Humbly we pray that this mind may be steadfast in us, and that through these our 
hands, and the hands of others to whom thou shalt give the same spirit, thou wilt vouchsafe to 
endow the human family with new mercies [34:54]. 

[161-2]* This passage seems plainly to allude to a higher spiritual life, which may be attained to in 
this life, and of which it may be supposed the writer had had experience. 

And again: 

I may say then of myself that which one said in jest (since it marks the distinction so truly): "It 
cannot be that we should think alike, when one drinks water and the other drinks wine." Now, other 
men, as well in ancient as in modern times, have in the matter of sciences drunk a crude liquor like 
water, either flowing spontaneously from the understanding, or drawn up by logic, as by wheels 
from a well. Whereas I pledge mankind in a liquor strained from countless grapes,[**] from grapes 
ripe and fully seasoned, collected in clusters, and gathered, and then squeezed in the press, and 
finally purified and clarified in the vat. And therefore it is no wonder if they and I do not think alike 

[161-3]* If the "liquor strained from countless grapes" is not the Cosmic Sense it does not seem 
very clear what it is. 

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This, of course, is not the place for a discussion of the authorship of the plays, but since it is here 
taken as certain that they are to be credited to Bacon, it will be right to give a few of the principal 
reasons for the adoption of that view. The testimony of the writer himself on the point will be 
produced when certain of the "Sonnets" fall under consideration. Exclusive of these passages in the 
"Sonnets" the "reasons" in question may be summed up as follows: 

a. The large number of new words in the plays, estimated at five hundred, mostly fi'om the Latin, 
and the much larger number of old words used in a new sense, estimated at five thousand, make it 
clear that these were written not merely by a genius but by a learned man~a man who read Latin so 
continuously as that he came almost to think in that language. Then the similarity of Bacon's style to 
that of the plays, and above all the striking identity of the vocabulary in the prose works and plays, 
so marvelous that 98.5 per cent, of "Shakespeare's" words are also Bacon's [37: 133], the use of the 
same metaphors and similes, of the same antitheta, etc. [37:136], makes it nearly certain (especially 
when it is borne in mind that that vocabulary, those metaphors, similes and antitheta are largely 
new) that the same mind produced both sets of books—the "Shakespearean" and Baconian. 

b. Not only are there great numbers of new words and old words with new meanings, metaphors, 
similes, etc., common to the "Shakespeare" plays and to the Baconian prose, but the large number 
of phrases and turns of expression which are also found in both cannot possibly be attributed to 
accident. See these given by the hundred by Donnelly [74], by Wigston [197], by Holmes [99] and 

c. Bacon and "Shakespeare" read the same books, and not only so, but the favorite books of the one 
were the favorite books of the other. 

d. They write on the same subjects. The philosophy of the 

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[paragraph continues] "De Augmentis," the "Novum Organum" and other prose works is constantly 
being reproduced in the plays; while Bacon's essays and the plays treat throughout the same 
subjects (human life and human passions) and always from the same point of view [197: 25 et seq.] 

e. On all sorts of subjects, large and small, their point of view is the same—they never express 
irreconcilable opinions. 

f They were (if two) the two greatest men living in the world at that time. For thirty years they 
lived in what we to-day should consider a small city of one hundred and sixty thousand inhabitants 
[82: 820]. And it does not appear that they ever met, and there is no evidence that either of them 
ever knew of the existence of the other. The lesser man of the (supposed) two— Baconleft behind 
him abundant evidence of the literary activity of his life in the form of manuscripts, letters to and 
from friends, etc. The greater "Shakespeare"— left none; not a manuscript, not a letter. 

g. The localities of the plays are all such as are known to have been known to Bacon either by 
residence, visiting or reading— largely the two former. With these localities the writer frequently 
evinces an intimate familiarity. The one especial locality which must have been minutely known to 
William Shakespeare— Stratford and its neighborhood— is not introduced. 

h. There exists a distinct parallelism between the successive plays (their incidents, scenes, etc.) and 
the occurrences of Bacon's life (his position, circumstances, residences, etc.), while there seems 
none between them and "Shakespeare's" life, so far as this is known to us [130]. . 

i. The relation existing between "Shakespeare's" "Richard III" and his "Henry the VIII" on the one 
hand and Bacon's prose history of Henry the VII on the other makes it about certain that the same 
man wrote the three works [197: 1-24]. 

j. It is sometimes said that Bacon was a scientist, a philosopher, a courtier, a lawyer, a man of 

affairs, but not a great wit or poet, such as might have written the plays. But, in the first place, and 
putting aside the plays. Bacon was both a wit and a 

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poet. Macaulay does not exaggerate when he writes that, as shown in his prose works: "The poetical 
faculty was powerful in Bacon's mind, but not, like his wit, so powerful as occasionally to usurp the 
place of his reason and to tyrannize over the whole man." "No imagination," he adds, "was ever at 
once so strong and so thoroughly subjugated" [120: 487]. 

k. The "Promus" argument would alone seem, to an impartial mind, pretty conclusive of the 
Baconian authorship of the plays. If this collection [129] was not made to aid in the production of 
these, will some one kindly tell us with what end Bacon undertook and prosecuted the labor of its 
compilation? Those who have still doubts upon the subject would do well to read Bacon's openly 
acknowledged writings. Then, in the second place, it is claimed here that Bacon was really two men 
(the self conscious Bacon and the Cosmic Conscious Bacon); that the man seen by Bacon's 
contemporaries and in the prose works was the former, while the concealed man who produced the 
plays and "Sonnets" was the latter. The Cosmic Conscious Bacon had (of course) the use of all the 
learning and of all the faculties of the self conscious Bacon, and along with these the vast spiritual 
insight and powers which go with possession of Cosmic Consciousness. 

1. About April 18th, 1621, after his fall. Bacon composed a prayer which Addison quoted as 
resembling the devotions of an angel rather than those of a man [175: 467]. No truer or higher 
poetry is found in the plays or "Sonnets" than is found in it. No man with a soul in his body can 
read it and doubt its absolute candor and honesty. In it he says: "I have (though in a despised weed) 
procured the good of all men." No one has ever explained what this "good of all men," which Bacon 
had procured and which went about in a despised dress, might be. Is there anything else it could be 
except the plays? "The good of all men" is such an immense phrase that the object referred to must 
necessarily be enormous. What other such object could there have been in Bacon's mind at the 
time? Well, his philosophical works—the "De Augmentis" and the "Novum Organum" and the rest? 
Yes, it would doubtless be true of them. But the object spoken of 

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was in a despised dress. Were they? Quite the contrary. They were in a genuine, high-class, 
philosophic garb as to form and style—more, they were in the best Latin that could, for love or 
money, be procured for them. 

m. Bornmann [28] and Ruggles [145], in two fascinating volumes and from somewhat different 
points of view, have ably pointed out (as indeed had been done several times before but not so 
systematically) how persistently the thought of Bacon and that of "Shakespeare" run in the same 
channel; how the science and philosophy of the first are constantly worked into the poetry of the 
second, becoming its very life blood and soul, and how the method laid down and followed by the 
one is never lost sight of by the other. Indeed, if nothing had ever been written on the subject except 
these two books (and they do not touch the main, stock arguments) they would go far along to a 
demonstration of the proposition that the man who wrote the "Tempest," "Lear" and "Merchant of 
Venice" wrote also the "De Augmentis" and the "Silva Silvarium." 

n. Finally, consider the anagram discovered by Dr. Piatt, at that time of New Jersey, in "Love's 
Labor's Lost" [51: 376]: "Beginning at the commencement of the fifth act, we meet one after 
another the following: Satis quod sufficit (that which suffices is enough) . Novi hominen tanquam te 
(I know the man as well as I know you). Ne intelligis domine (do you understand me, sir)? Laus 

Deo, bene, intelligo (praise God, I understand well). Videsne quis venit? (do you see who comes)? 
Video et gaudeo (I see and rejoice). Quare (wherefore)? Then, a few lines further on, the word 
Honorificabilitudinitatibus is (as it were) flung into the text. Immediately afterwards one says: 'Are 
you not lettered?' The answer is: 'Yes, he teaches boys the hornbook.' 'What is a b spelt backward, 
with the horn on his head?' The answer to that, of course, is 'Ba, with a horn added.' Now, 'Ba' with 
a horn added is Bacornu, which is not, but suggests, and was probably meant to suggest. Bacon. But 
whence is derived the a b which is to be spelt backward? In the middle of the long word we find 
these letters in that order—a b. Begin, 

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now, at the b and spell backward as you are told. You get bacifironoh. From these letters it is not 
hard to pick out Fr. Bacon. Now take the other half of the word spelt forward—ilitudinitatibus. It is 
not hard to pick out from it ludi (the plays), tuiti (protected or guarded), nati (produced). These 
words, with those we had before, give us: Ludi tuiti Fr Bacono nati. The remaining letters are 
hiiibs, which are easily read as hi sibi. Now put the words together in grammatical order and you 
have: Hi ludi, tuiti sibi, Fr. Bacono nati (these plays entrusted to themselves proceeded from Fr. 
Bacon). It is a perfect anagram. Each letter is used once and once only. The form of the long word is 
Latin and it is read in Latin. The sense of the infolded words corresponds with the sense, so far as it 
has any [compare honorificare, honorifico; see Century Dictionary], of the infolding word. The 
infolded Latin is grammatical. The intention is fully declared and plain. There is no flaw. 

"But where, now, does the long word come from, and can a connection be traced between it and the 
actual man, Francis Bacon? To answer this, turn back to the Northumberland House MS. mentioned 
above. That MS. belonged to Bacon, and could never have been seen by the actor, Shakespeare. On 
the outer leaf is written the word: Honorificabilitudino. This also is an anagram. It infolds the 
words: Initio hi ludi Fr. Bacono (in the beginning these plays from Fr. Bacon). It seems to have been 
a first thought. The Latin words do not form a complete sentence; they suggest a meaning, but do 
not actually contain one. The anagram in this form was not considered satisfactory, and was 
amended into the form found in 'Love's Labor's Lost.' 

"Thus we have before us the making of the word by Bacon. The sense of the word and its history 
correspond. The case seems to be complete." 

0. But arguments such as above, though cogent and indeed of themselves sufficient if frankly 
considered, are no longer necessary to establish, although they may be allowed to suggest, the 
Baconian authorship of the plays and poems, since the writer within the last two years has 
discovered that these are all or nearly 

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all signed by Francis Bacon, by means of a cipher invented by himself and kept to himself for forty 
odd years. The evidence upon which this statement rests, if not already published by the time this 
volume is issued, will very soon thereafter be given to the world. 


But the present volume has nothing to do with the Bacon-Shakespeare question except incidentally, 
by the way, and perforce. Somebody wrote the plays and "Sonnets," and that person, whoever he 
might be, had, it is believed. Cosmic Consciousness. And just as there is found in nearly all these 

cases two classes of writing—that, namely, which flows from the Cosmic Sense and that which, 
springing up in the self conscious mind, treats directly of the Cosmic Sense as an (to it) objective 
reality—so these two classes of writing are found here: (1) The plays, treating of the world of men 
and flowing directly from the Cosmic Sense, and (2) the "Sonnets," treating (from the point of view 
of the self conscious man) in a subtle, hidden manner, as is usual and indeed inevitable, of the 
Cosmic Sense itself 

It remains (all that can be done here) to give as many of the "Sonnets" as there is space for, 
accompanied by the necessary explanatory remarks. 


The first seventeen "Sonnets" urge the Cosmic Sense to produce. The theory is that they were 
written, as they stand, earliest, and that they were the first writings of their author after illumination. 
If it be thought singular that a man should so write, then compare this with an undoubted case of 
precisely the same thing as is here supposed. The 1855 edition of "Leaves of Grass" was written by 
Whitman immediately after illumination. On the third page of the "Leaves" (the preface was written 
afterwards) stand these words, addressed to the Cosmic Sense: 

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"Loose the stop from your throat— not words, not music or rhyme I want; not custom or lecture, not 
even the best, only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice." In the case of Whitman, as in the 
case of Buddha and Jesus, the special urge of the Cosmic Sense was towards an exalted life. In the 
case of Bacon, as in that of Balzac, it was especially towards literary expression. In accordance with 
this distinction. Whitman writes, in a long life, two small volumes; Bacon, in a shorter life, ten or 
twenty times as much. Whitman's invocation occupies three lines; Bacon's, two hundred lines. 


From fairest creatures we desire increase. 
That thereby beauty's rose might never die. 
But as the riper should by time decease. 
His tender heir might bear his memory: 
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, 
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel. 
Making a famine where abundance lies. 
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. 
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament. 
And only[**] herald to the gaudy spring, 
Within thy own bud buriest thy content. 
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding. 
Pity the world, or else this glutton be. 
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. 

[168-1]* Only— i.e., incomparable herald of the gaudy spring. In forty-three cases of Cosmic 
Consciousness the time of year of first illumination is known with more or less certainty in twenty, 
and in fifteen of these it took place in the first half of the year— January to June. Did perhaps 

Bacon's illumination take place in the spring? And is that the meaning of the line? 

The fairest of all things is what Plotinus calls "this sublime condition," and of which Dante said: 
"Oh splendor of living light eternal! Who hath become so pallid under the shadow of Parnassus, or 
hath so drunk at its cistern, that he would not seem to have his mind encumbered, trying to 
represent thee as thou didst appear there where in harmony the heaven overshadows thee when in 
the open air thou didst thyself disclose" [71: 201]. 


When forty winters[**] shall besiege thy brow. 

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field. 

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, 

Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held: 

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies. 

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,-- 

To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes. 

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. 

How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use. 

If thou could' St answer~"This fair child of mine [p. 169] 

Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,--" 

Proving his beauty by succession thine! 

This were to be new made when thou art old. 

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. 

[168-2]* [p. 168] When the Cosmic Sense would be forty years old Bacon would be seventy. 


Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest. 
Now is the time that face should form another; 
Whose fresh repair if not thou renewest. 
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. [**] 
For where is she so fair[*+] whose unear'd womb 
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? 
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb 
Of his self-love, to stop posterity? 
Thou art thy mother's glass, [*++] and she in thee 
Calls back the lovely April of her prime: 
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see. 
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. 
But if thou live, remembered not to be. 
Die single, and thine image dies with thee. 

[169-1]* Unbless some mother: deprive some art of the offspring it might (should) have had from 
the generative influence of the "lovely boy" —the Cosmic Sense. 

[169-2]+ Where is she so fair? What art is there so fair, etc. 

[169-3]++ Thou art thy mother's glass—that is, nature's mirror. "Hold the mirror up to nature" 
(Hamlet). In the Cosmic Sense all nature, including the human heart, is reflected. In this connection 
consider (besides the "Shakespeare" plays) the "Comedie Humaine" of Balzac; the "Divine 
Comedy" of Dante; the "Leaves of Grass" of Whitman. 

SONNET XV. [**] 

When I consider everything that grows 
Holds in perfection but a little moment. 
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows. 
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; 
When I perceive that men as plants increase, 
Cheered and check' d even by the selfsame sky. 
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease. 
And wear their brave state out of memory; 
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay 
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight. 
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, 
To change your day of youth to sullied night; 
And, all in war with Time, for love of you. 
As he takes from you, I engraft you new. 

[169-4]* All things, after a momentary period of maturity, fade and lapse. The Cosmic Sense itself 
is subject to the same universal law. In order that it may not die absolutely with the death of its 
possessor he (the self conscious Bacon) engrafts it anew in the "Sonnets." 


But wherefore do not you a mightier way 
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? 
And fortify yourself in your decay 

With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? [p. 170] 
Now stand you on the top of happy hours; 
And many maiden gardens, yet unset. 
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers. 
Much liker than your painted counterfeit: 
So should the lines of life that life repair. 
Which this. Time's pencil, or my pupil pen. 
Neither in inward worth, or outward fair. 
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men. 
To give away yourself keeps yourself still; 
And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill. 

[169-5]* He (the self conscious Bacon) will (he says) engraft the Cosmic Sense in the "Sonnets." 
But (he says to the Cosmic Sense) why do not you [p. 170] (yourself) adopt a mightier way to 
ensure your earthly immortality? You are now in your young prime, and many maiden gardens (art, 
poetry, the drama, etc.) would be glad to bear your children—your living flowers. And these would 

be much more like you than would a description of you made from without (as in the case of the 
"Sonnets"). For the "Sonnets" are a description of the Cosmic Sense from the point of view of self 
consciousness, whereas the really desirable thing was that the Cosmic Sense should itself speak. 
"Only the lull I like," says Whitman, "the hum of your valved voice." If you would put yourself out, 
Bacon says to the Cosmic Sense, you would make yourself immortal. You would "keep yourself 


Who will believe my verse in time to come. 
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? 
Though yet. Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb 
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. 
If I could write the beauty of your eyes. 
And in fresh numbers number all your graces. 
The age to come would say, "this poet lies; 
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." 
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age. 
Be scom'd, like old men of less truth than tongue; 
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage. 
And stretched metre of an antique song: 
But were some child of yours alive that time, 
You should live twice—in it, and in my rhyme. 

[170-1]* Let me say what I may (as in the "Sonnets") about you, no one could realize from my 
words what you really are. Let me tell how you appear to me and it will be said I have exaggerated, 
lied. But produce—leave behind you children like yourself— worthy of yourself— as they must be- 
then you cannot be denied. You will live, unmistakably, twice: (1) In your own offspring, whose 
divinity none will be able to question, and (2) In my description of you, in the "Sonnets," which 
description will be seen, from a comparison with your own offspring, to be truthful. 


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 

And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines. 

And often in his gold complexion dimm'd; 

And every fair from fair sometimes declines. 

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade. 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; [p. 171] 

Nor shall Death brag thou wander' st in his shade. 

When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see. 

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 

[170-2]* The first part of the sonnet is a eulogy of the Cosmic Sense. It would seem that at the time 
this sonnet was composed Bacon had settled in his own mind how the Cosmic Sense was to express 
itself, and some of the work seems to have been done—that is, some of the plays written. He speaks 
of the Cosmic Sense as having grown to time in eternal lines. 


Full many a glorious morning have I seen 
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, 
Kissing with golden face the meadows green. 
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride 
With ugly rack on his celestial face. 
And from the forlorn world his visage hide. 
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: 
Even so my son one early morn did shine 
With all triumphant splendor on my brow; 
But, out alack! he was but one hour mine. 
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. 
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; 
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth. 

[171-1]* Sonnet XXXIII refers to the intermittent character of illumination, which holds true in all 
cases of Cosmic Consciousness, in which there is more than one flash of the divine radiance. It 
treats of the cheerlessness and barrenness of the intervals as compared with those periods when the 
Cosmic Sense is actually present. So Behmen, referring to the intermittent character of his 
illumination, says [40: 16]: "The sun shone on me a good while but not constantly, for the sun hid 
itself, and then I knew not nor well understood my own labor" (his own writings). Note the use of 
the same figure by both writers. So also Yepes tells us: "When these visions occur, it is as if a door 
were opened into a most marvellous light, whereby the soul sees, as men do when the lightning 
flashes in a dark night. The lightning makes surrounding objects visible for an instant, and then 
leaves them in darkness, though the forms of them remain in the fancy. But in the case of the soul 
the vision is much more perfect; for those things it saw in spirit in that light are so impressed upon 
it, that whenever God enlightens it again, it beholds them as distinctly as it did at first, precisely as 
in a mirror, in which we see objects reflected whenever we look upon it. These visions once granted 
to the soul never afterward leave it altogether; for the forms remain, though they become somewhat 
indistinct in the course of time. The effects of these visions in the soul are quietness, enlightenment, 
joy-like glory, sweetness, pureness, love, humility, inclination or elevation of the mind to God, 
sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes more of one, sometimes more of another, according to 
the disposition of the soul and the will of God" [203: 200-1]. With the last words of Yepes compare 
Paul: "The fruit of the spirit [Christ, the Cosmic Sense] is love, joy, peace, long suflfering, kindness, 
goodness, faithfulness, meekness, temperance" [22: 5: 22]. 


Let me confess that we two must be twain. 

Although our undivided loves are one: 

So shall those blots that do with me remain. 

Without thy help, by me be borne alone. 

In our two loves there is but one respect, 

Though in our lives a separate spite. 

Which though it alter not love's sole effect. 

Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight, [p. 172] 

I may not evermore acknowledge thee. 

Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame; 

Nor thou with public kindness honor me, 

Unless thou take that honor from thy name: 

But do not so; I love thee in such sort 

As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. 

[171-2]* [p. 171] It is reasonable to suppose that this sonnet represents a later date than those above 
quoted. It is fair to imagine, therefore, that when it was written quite a body of the plays was in 
existence. For some years Bacon has been leading a dual life: on the one hand the life of a lawyer, 
[p. 172] courtier, politician—his self conscious life: on the other the life of the seer, poet—the life lit 
by that "light rare, untellable, lighting the very light"— the "light that never was on land or sea"— the 
life, in a word, of Cosmic Consciousness. He had kept these two lives entirely apart. None or few 
(Anthony, perhaps, and Mathews) knew that he was living any other life than the first. It had for 
many strong reasons, and feelings stronger than reasons, become with him a settled policy that the 
two lives were to be kept apart. The frank duality of this and some other of the "Sonnets" will be 
almost or quite incomprehensible to many as applied to two parts of the same person or two 
personalities in the same individual. But we know that (supposing the interpretation here adopted to 
be correct) the language of the "Sonnets" is not more extreme in this respect than is language in 
other of these cases in which there can be no doubt as to its meaning. Thus Whitman writes: "With 
laugh and many a kiss O soul thou pleasest me, I thee" [193: 321]. And again: "I, turning, call to 
thee O soul, thou actual me [ib.]. 

The writer of the sonnet says, or seems to say, that should he acknowledge his other self, the 
Cosmic Sense, and its offspring, the plays, any good that could do him (the self conscious person) 
would be taken from this higher self, and that he will not consent to. 


O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, 

When thou art all the better part of me? 

What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? 

And what is 't but mine own, when I praise thee? 

Even for this let us divided live, 

And our dear love lose name of single one, 

That by this separation I may give 

That due to thee which thou deserv't alone. 

O absence, what a torment wouldst thou prove, 

Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave 

To entertain the time with thoughts of love,— 

Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive. 

And that thou teachest how to make one twain. 

By praising him here, who doth hence remain! 

[172-1]* The meaning of this sonnet seems unmistakable. It scarcely needs a commentary. The 

author says that the Cosmic Sense is the best part of him (as, of course, it was), and being part of 
himself, it is scarcely mannerly in him to praise it. But (he says) for this very reason let us live as 
two. His absence from the Cosmic Sense is, of course, the time he is occupied with law, politics, 
business, worldly affairs—all that time, in fact, between the periods of illumination, when his time 
and mind were not occupied with the things of the Cosmic Sense. That absence is made happy by 
the knowledge that at any time he can turn to thoughts of the Cosmic Sense and of the things 
belonging to it. The most striking expression in this sonnet is: "Thou [the Cosmic Sense] teachest 
how to make one twain." This is, as pointed out many times in this volume, a prime characteristic of 
the cases in question. "The attainment of Arahatship" (Cosmic Consciousness), says Gautama, will 
cause a man, "being one, to become multiform" [161: 214]. "I live," says Paul, "yet no longer I but 
Christ [the Cosmic Sense] liveth in me" [22: 2: 20]. And again: "If any man be in Christ [if any mad 
live the life of the Cosmic Sense] he is a new creature" [21: 5: 17]; and Paul says that the man Jesus 
"made both [that is, (1) the Cosmic Sense—Christ, and (2) the self conscious man— Jesus] one," . . . 
"that he might create of the twain one new man" [23: 2: 14-15], and is many other places he bears 
testimony to his own dual personality. Mohammed called the Cosmic Sense "Gabriel"; the Koran 
was dictated by him (or it): the ostensible Mohammed was a second individuality. Balzac, speaking 
of Louis 

[p. 173] 

Lambert (i.e., himself), after giving his life down to the period of illumination, says: "The events I 
have still to relate form the second existence of this creature destined to be exceptional in all things" 
[5: 100]. He then goes on to describe the oncoming of the Cosmic Conscious condition, and, in the 
aphorisms. Cosmic Consciousness itself Whitman constantly refers to the Cosmic Sense as his 
soul, and calls the every day, visible, Walt Whitman, "The other I am" [193: 32], and so on. 


So am I as the rich, whose blessed key 
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, 
The which he will not every hour survey, 
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. 
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare. 
Since, seldom coming, in the long year set. 
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are. 
Or captain jewels in the carkanet. 
So is the time that keeps you, as my chest. 
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide. 
To make some special instant special blest. 
By new unfolding his imprison'd pride. 
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope. 
Being had to triumph being lack'd to hope. 

[173-1]* Compare Plotinus: "This sublime condition is not of permanent duration. It is only now 
and then that we can enjoy the elevation (mercifully made possible for us) above the limits of the 
body and the world. I myself have realized it but three times as yet" [188: 81]. Bacon's periods of 
illumination were probably longer and more frequent than those of Plotinus. Neither Plotinus nor 
Bacon, apparently, could control the periods of lumination. It seems likely that Jesus refers to this 
apparently causeless and arbitrary coming and going of the divine light when he said [17: 3: 8]: 
"The wind bloweth where it listeth and thou hearest the voice thereof but knowest not whence it 

Cometh and whither it goeth; so is every one that is born of the spirit. 


What is your substance, whereof are you made, 
That millions of strange shadows on you tend? 
Since every one hath, every one, one shade. 
And you, but one, can every shadow lend. 
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit 
Is poorly imitated after you; 
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set. 
And you in Grecian tires are painted new: 
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year; 
The one doth shadow of your beauty show. 
The other as your bounty doth appear; 
And you in every blessed shape we know. 
In all external grace you have some part. 
But you like none, none you, for constant heart. 

[173-2]* A description, from one point of view, of Cosmic Consciousness. Compare with it a 
description by Gautama from the same point of view. He says: "Arahatship [Cosmic Consciousness] 
enables a man to comprehend by his own heart the hearts of other beings and of other men, to 
understand all minds, the passionate, the calm, the angry, the peaceable, the deluded, the wise, the 
concentrated, the ever varying, the lofty, the narrow, the sublime, the mean, the steadfast, the 
wavering, the free, and the enslaved" [161: 215]. That is, it reveals all character, as is so well 
exemplified in the "Shakespeare" drama. Compare Dante's world-wide vision; Balzac's insight into 
the structure and operation of the infinite human heart; Whitman's "I am of old and of young, of the 
foolish as much as the wise, regardless of others, ever regardful of others, maternal as well as 
paternal, a child as well as a man," etc. [193: 42], and the almost universal knowledge of man and 
his environment which his writings, especially the "Leaves," indicate. 

[p. 174] 


Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; 
But you shall shine more bright in these contents 
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. 
When wasteful war shall statues overturn. 
And broils root out the work of masonry, 
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn 
The living record of your memory. 
'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity 
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room. 
Even in the eyes of all posterity 
That wear this world out to the ending doom. 
So, till the judgment that yourself arise. 

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes. 

[174-1]* By "this powerful rhyme," in which the Cosmic Sense shall endure and shine in the far 
future, is probably not intended the "Sonnets" but the plays or some particular play, such as "Romeo 
and Juliet" (written 1596, printed 1597 and 1599) . Until the judgment brought to birth by the 
elevation of human taste by the plays themselves, you (Cosmic Consciousness) shall live in this 
play and delight the eyes and hearts of lovers. 


If there be nothing new, but that which is 
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd. 
Which, laboring for invention, bears amiss 
The second burden of a former child! 
O that record could with a backward look. 
Even of five hundred courses of the sun. 
Show me your image in some antique book. 
Since mind at first in character was done! 
That I might see what the old world could say 
To this composed wonder of your frame; 
Whether we are mended, or whether better they. 
Or whether revolution be the same. 
O, sure I am, the wits of former days 
To subjects worse have given admiring praise. 

[174-2]* The writer asks: "Is this illumination of which I am conscious a new phenomenon or did it 
exist in the old world? I wish," he says, "I could find it or a description of it in literature. If it has 
existed it ought to be found in the records of the human mind, and if I could find such records I 
could judge whether the human mind was advancing, retreating, or standing still." He seems to 
reach the conclusion that few or none of the great writers of the past experienced it. Bacon was 
exceedingly familiar with the Bible, and therefore with the gospels and the Pauline epistles, but his 
reverence for these writings would probably prevent his comparing his experience to that of the 
sacred writers. It does not seem that he knew much of Dante; and the Buddhistic literature, in which 
it is fully treated, was an absolutely sealed book to Englishmen of his time. It would never have 
occurred to him to examine the Koran and the life of Mohammed, if, indeed, they were accessible to 
him. Bacon was thus probably entirely cut off from any knowledge of other cases than his own. 


Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye. 

And all my soul, and all my every part; 

And for this sin there is no remedy. 

It is so grounded inward in my heart. 

Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, [p. 175] 

No shape so true, no truth of such account; 

And for myself my own worth do define. 

As I all other in all worth surmount. 

But when my glass shows me myself indeed. 

Seated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity. 
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; 
Self so self-loving were iniquity. 
'Tis thee (myself) that for myself I praise, 
Painting my age with beauty of thy days. 

[175-1]* In this sonnet the duality of the person writing is brought out very strongly— no doubt 
purposely. When he dwells on his Cosmic Conscious self he is, as it were, lost in admiration of 
himself When he turns to the physical and self conscious self he is inclined, on the contrary, to 
despise himself He is at the same time very much and very little of an egotist. Those who knew the 
man Walt Whitman know that this same seeming contradiction, resting on the same foundation, 
existed most markedly in him. Whitman 's admiration for the Cosmic Conscious Whitman and his 
works (the "Leaves") was just such as pictured in this sonnet, while he was absolutely devoid of 
egotism in the ordinary way of the self conscious individual. It is believed that the above remarks 
would remain true if applied to Pau 1, Mohammed or Balzac. Reduced to last analysis, the matter 
seems to stand about as follows: The Cosmic Conscious self, from all points of view, appears 
superb, divine. From the point of view of the Cosmic Conscious self, the body and the self 
conscious self appear equally divine. But from the point of view of the ordinary self consciousness, 
and so compared with the Cosmic Conscious self, the self conscious self and the body seem 
insignificant and even, as well shown in Paul's case, contemptible. 


That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect. 

For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; 

The ornament of beauty is suspect, 

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air 

So thou be good, slander doth but approve 

Thy worth the greater, being woo'd of time; 

For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love. 

And thou present' st a pure unstained prime. 

Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days. 

Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd; 

Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise. 

To tie up envy, evermore enlarg'd: 

If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show, 

Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe. 

[175-2]* Bacon says: That a Cosmic Sense (as seen in its offspring, the plays) should be blamed (as 
for license in language, contempt of received rules, etc.) shall be no proof of defect. Great original 
work, such as the "Shakespeare" drama, is never appreciated at first, is, in fact, always the object of 
grave suspicion and often of absolute condemnation. If, he says, the Cosmic Sense is really the 
divine thing it seems to be, evil speaking of it and its offspring only proves it the more divine, as 
showing it is over the heads and above the judgment of ordinary men. If it was not for this 
inevitable blindness all eyes and hearts would recognize and bow down before its supremacy. 


So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse, 

And found such fair assistance in my verse, 

As every alien pen hath got my use. 

And under thee their poesy disperse. 

Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing. 

And heavy ignorance aloft to fly. 

Have added feathers to the learned's wing, [p. 176] 

And given grace a double majesty. 

Yet be most proud of that which I compile. 

Whose influence is thine, and born of thee: 

In others' works thou dost but mend the style. 

And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; 

But thou art all my art, and dost advance 

As high as learning my rude ignorance. 

[p. 175] [175-3]* At the time this sonnet was written many of the plays were composed, published, 
and doubtless imitated. The writer speaks of himself as "ignorant" because he has had no training or 
practice in verse writing. The Cosmic Sense had immediately upon its appearance [p. 176] "taught 
the hitherto dumb" man "on high to sing." Becoming illumined at about the age of thirty, he not 
only began without any apprenticeship to write poetry, but to write a new and higher poetry than 
had hitherto been written in English. And he says that the divine light shining through his 
compositions (the plays) has been (to some extent, at all events) absorbed and utilized by the verse 
writers of the day; has added feathers to their wings, and given a double majesty to the grace of 
their lines. So Lang says of Scott that he "was being driven from post to pillar by his imitators, 
whom he had taught, like Captain Boabdil, to write nearly as well as himself [169: 9]. But he says 
to the Cosmic Sense, be most proud of what I produce, for the merits of that come not all from 
study, cleverness or practice, but entirely from yourself 

Compare with the above statement the cases of Jesus, Paul, Mohammed, Balzac and Walt Whitman, 
who either had no practice or training, or (as in the case of Balzac) derived little or no benefit 
therefrom, but who in middle life, began immediately upon illumination, either to speak or to write 
undying words. 


Was it the proud full sail of his great verse. 
Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you. 
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse. 
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? 
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write 
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? 
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night 
Giving him aid, my verse astonished. 
He, nor that affable familiar ghost 
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. 
As victors, of my silence cannot boast; 
I was not sick of any fear from thence: 
But when your countenance fill'd up his line 
Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. 

[176-1]* In this sonnet reduplication of the individual, Bacon-Shakespeare, is carried to the farthest 
pitch. We are forcibly reminded (once more) of Gautama's words in this connection, viz., that 
Cosmic Consciousness (or Arahatship, as he calls it), "will make a man, being one, to become 
multiform "--not merely two, but multiform. Few or no sonnets (it would seem) have been written 
for some time by the "other I am." But the Cosmic Conscious personality had been producing 
rapidly. Several or many plays had been written within a brief period. The Cosmic Conscious Bacon 
had been taught by the Cosmic Sense to write "above a mortal pitch." It was not that, however, 
which struck dumb the self conscious Bacon. But it was the fact that the Cosmic Conscious 
individual had absorbed (for the time at least) into himself all the forces of the complex organism. 
As to the "compeers" of the Cosmic Sense, they are the spiritual entities spoken of by Balzac. 
"Mysterious beings armed with wondrous faculties, who combine with other beings and penetrate 
them as active agents, beings which overpower others with the scepter and glory of a superior 
nature" [7: 50]. Then in line nine "He" is the Cosmic Conscious Bacon, while the "affable familiar 
ghost" is Cosmic Consciousness. The expression, "Nightly gulls him with intelligence," may be 
compared with Whitman's "Message from the heavens whispering to me even in sleep" [193: 324]. 
It may be noted here (most readers will observe it for themselves) that when speaking of the same 
experience Whitman's language is more moderate, lower toned, than Balzac's, Dante's or perhaps 
any other of the Cosmic Conscious writers. 

[p. 177] 


How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame. 
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose. 
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! 
O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! 
That tongue that tells the story of thy days. 
Making lascivious comments on thy sport. 
Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; 
Naming thy name blesses an ill report. 
O, what a mansion have those vices got 
Which for their habitation chose out thee. 
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot. 
And all things turn to fair that eyes can see! 
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; 
The hardest knife ill-us'd doth lose his edge. 

[177-1]* "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame." Helen Price says that in 1866 Walt 
Whitman (who wanted a publisher for "Leaves of Grass" badly enough at that time) was offered by 
a prominent house good terms on condition that he would consent to the deletion of a few lines of 
"Children of Adam." An hour or two after the offer was made he returned to her mother 's house in 
New York, where he was then staying, and, after telling her and her mother of the offer, said: "But I 
dare not do it, I dare not leave out or alter what is so genuine, so indispensable, so lofty, so pure" 
[38: 32]. So, as to an earlier episode in his life, he told the writer [38: 26]: "When 'Leaves of Grass,' 
in 1855, roused such a tempest of anger and condemnation, I went off to the east end of Long Island 
and spent the late summer and all the fall—the happiest of my life—around Shelter Island and 
Peconic Bay. Then came back to New York with the confirmed resolution, from which I never 
afterwards wavered, to go on with my poetic enterprise in my own way and finish it as well as I 
could." A corresponding incident in Balzac's life occurred in connection with the publication of "Le 

Medecin de Campagne." In 1833 (shortly after illumination) he wrote to his much loved sister that 
that book would reach her next week: "It has cost me," he said, "ten times the work 'Louis Lambert' 
did. . .. That labor was frightful. I may now die in peace; I have done a great work for my country." 
Two months afterwards he writes again: "Do you know how 'Le Medecin' has been received? By a 
torrent of insults; . . . but I have chosen my path; nothing shall discourage me. . .. Never has the 
torrent which bears me onward been so rapid; no more terribly majestic work has ever compelled 
the human brain" [4: 142-3]. Line four, ("O in what sweets," etc.) refers to the vices, crimes, 
meannesses in the plays (the acts of Regan, Goneril, Edmund, lago, etc.) . And does not a veil of 
beauty cover them all? That tongue, he says, that tells the visions, the revelations, which proceed 
from the Cosmic Sense, "cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise." ("And I say," says Whitman, "that 
there is in fact no evil") [193: 22]. Then he cautions the Cosmic Sense to take "heed of this large 
privilege." And so we see Whitman "returning upon [his] poems, considering, lingering long," and 
striking out words and expressions that seem to him too free. This sonnet is one of the most difficult 
to fully enter into the meaning of, but when this is realized it is perhaps the most exquisite passage 
ever written by its author. The most exquisite in expression and in metaphysical subtlety. No 
comment, perhaps, certainly no comment by the present editor, can do it even the most meager 


Some say, thy fault is youth, some wantonness; 
Some say, thy grace is youth and gentle sport; 
Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less; 
Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort. 
As on the finger of a throned queen [p. 178] 
The basest jewel will be well esteem'd. 
So are those errors that in thee are seen 
To truths translated, and for true things deem'd. 
How many lambs might the stem wolf betray. 
If like a lamb he could his looks translate! 
How many gazers might' st thou lead away. 
If thou would'st use the strength of all thy state! 
But do not so; I love thee in such sort. 
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report. 

[p. 177] [177-2]* The plays (the offspring of the Cosmic Sense) are variously judged. What, for 
instance, seems "wantonness" to one to another is "gentle sport." Both faults and graces [p. 178] are 
commended; for faults are made graces by the alchemy of the Cosmic Sense. "I am myself," says 
Whitman, "just as much evil as good, and my nation is, and I say there is in fact no evil" [193: 22]. 
And Paul says: "I know and am persuaded in the Lord Jesus [that is, by the Cosmic Sense] that 
nothing is unclean of itself" As a base jewel on the hand of a queen passes for a rich gem, so all 
things in you (the Cosmic Sense) are beautiful, true and good. If you should give free expression to 
this revelation (using the strength of all your state) you would lead many astray (for they would 
misunderstand you), and you yourself (in your progeny—such as Paul's Epistles, the "Shakespeare" 
drama, the "Leaves of Grass," etc.) would be condemned and would be so hindered doing your 
proper work in the world, therefore "do not so." 


How like a winter hath my absence been 
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! 
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! 
What old December's bareness everywhere! 
And yet this time removed was summer's time; 
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, 
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime. 
Like widow'd wombs after their lord's decease: 
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me 
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; 
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee. 
And, thou away, the very birds are mute; 
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer. 
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 

[178-1]* As to the absence of the Cosmic Sense—or, more properly speaking, its only occasional 
presence in even the greatest cases—see comment on Sonnet XXXIIL As elsewhere pointed out, 
even self consciousness, which has perhaps existed in the race for several hundred thousand years, 
and now appears in the individual at about three years of age, is liable to lapse. How very far from 
constant must then a new faculty like Cosmic Consciousness be! The writer speaks of a time when 
the Cosmic Sense was absent. But (as he puts it) it was he that was absent from the Cosmic Sense- 
that being considered the real person. So Whitman speaks of the Cosmic Sense as himself, and of 
the self conscious Whitman as "the other I am." And yet, he says, it was a period of very free 
production— as there is no reason it should not have been— for what is revealed by the Cosmic Sense 
remains clear and manifest even for months and years, supposing there should be no subsequent 
illumination. Compare Yepes, as quoted in comment on Sonnet XXXIIL But though a period of 
sufficient (reflected) light and of free production, it was joyless and bare as compared with periods 
during which the Cosmic Sense was actually present. 


O thou my lovely boy, who in thy power 

Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour; 

Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st 

Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st; [p. 179] 

If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack. 

As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back. 

She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill 

May time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill. 

Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! 

She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: 

Her audit, though delay' d, answer'd must be. 

And her quietus is to render thee. 

[179-1]* This sonnet constitutes the close of the address to Cosmic Consciousness. It was probably 
written very shortly before publication (1609), after the writer had been "illumined with' the 
Brahmic Splendor" [155: 232] nearly twenty years and had produced, under its influence, nearly the 
whole "Shakespeare" drama. O lovely boy, he says, addressing for the last time the Cosmic Sense, 
who in the hollow of thy hand Both hold time and death— who waning (as age advances within me) 

has grown (in the plays, thy products), and thereby showest thyself constantly augmenting as thy 
mortal lovers wither and die. If Nature should desire (as her way is) to destroy thee (the plays- 
children of Cosmic Consciousness) she yet will not, but will keep thee to show that she is able to 
disgrace time by making what he cannot kill. Not only so, but also to show that this product of 
Nature can even kill time (destroy wretched minutes). Yet do thou (Nature's favorite—the Cosmic 
Sense— the plays) still fear Nature, who may keep thee for a time, but perhaps not forever. As to her 
(Nature), though her rule is so strong, she must one day give an account of herself to a stronger 
power. That power is thee (Cosmic Consciousness), whom when evolution (which is Nature) has 
produced (that is, made general— as self consciousness is to-day), she (Nature) will have received 
her quietus. For the full apparition of the Cosmic Sense will destroy death, the fear of death, sin and 
space. "Then cometh the end, when he [Christ— Cosmic Consciousness] shall deliver up the 
kingdom to God even the Father, when he shall have abolished all rule, and all authority and power. 
For he must reign till he hath put all enemies under his feet. The last enemy that shall be abolished 
is death" [20: 15: 24-26]. For Cosmic Consciousness will throw the things of sense (of self 
consciousness— of Nature, as we know her to-day, which now absorb men's thoughts) so into the 
background as practically to abolish them. Nature, instead of being the Lord, as now, will be a 
slave— will effectually, in fact, receive her quietus. 


In this case the ordinary details of proof of illumination are largely wanting. If William Shakespeare 
wrote the plays and "Sonnets," we have absolutely no external evidence to build upon. If Francis 
Bacon wrote them, we have the vague evidence of his seclusion at about the time his illumination 
(if at all) must have taken place, and Hawley's and his own seeming allusion to the possession by 
him of some such unusual, very exalted, faculty. Over and above these circumstances, which to 
most will seem very slight, the argument that the man who wrote the plays and "Sonnets" had 
Cosmic Consciousness must rest upon these writings themselves and would consist of two clauses. 
(1) The creator of the plays was perhaps the greatest intellect the world has seen. His moral 
intuitions were as true as his intellect was great. He 

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was from all points of view a transcendently great spiritual force. Being so, he ought (according to 
the thesis maintained in this volume) to have had Cosmic Consciousness. (2) The first one hundred 
and twenty-six sonnets seem to show beyond doubt that their author had the Cosmic Sense and that 
these sonnets were addressed to it. It does not seem to the present writer that they can be made 
sense of (intelligently read) from any other standpoint. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Jacob Behmen (called The Teutonic Theosopher). 

BORN 1575; died 1624. 

His birthplace was at Alt Seidenberg, a place about two miles distant from Gorlitz, in Germany. He 

came of a well-to-do family, but his first employment was that of a herd-boy on the Lands-Krone, a 
hill in the neighborhood of Gorlitz. The only education he received was at the town school of 
Seidenberg, a mile from his home. Later he was apprenticed to a shoemaker in Seidenberg. By the 
year 1599 he was settled at Gorlitz as a master shoemaker and married to Katharina, a daughter of 
Hans Kuntzschmann, a thriving butcher in that town. 


Behmen had two distinct illuminations. The first, in 1600 (when he was twenty-five years old), is 
thus described by Martensen: 

Sitting one day in his room his eyes fell upon a burnished pewter dish, which reflected the sunshine 
with such marvellous splendor that he fell into an inward ecstasy, and it seemed to him as if he 
could now look into the principles and deepest foundation of things. He believed that it was only a 
fancy, and in order to banish it from his mind he went out upon the green. But here he remarked that 
he gazed into the very heart of things, the very herbs and grass, and that actual nature harmonized 
with what he had inwardly seen. He said nothing of this to any one, but praised and thanked God in 
silence. He continued 

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in the honest practice of his craft, was attentive to his domestic affairs, and was on terms of good- 
will with all men [123]. 

Of this first illumination Hartmann says that by it or from it: "He learned to know the innermost 
foundation of nature, and acquired the capacity to see henceforth with the eyes of the soul into the 
heart of all things, a faculty which remained with him even in his normal condition" [97: 3]. And in 
the life prefixed to the works the same circumstance is mentioned in the words that follow: 

About the year 1600, in the twenty-fifth year of his age, he was again surrounded by the divine light 
and replenished with the heavenly knowledge; insomuch as going abroad in the fields to a green 
before Neys Gate, at Gorlitz, he there sat down and, viewing the herbs and grass of the field in his 
inward light, he saw into their essences, use and properties, which were discovered to him by their 
lineaments, figures and signatures. In like manner he beheld the whole creation, and from that 
foundation of revelation he afterwards wrote his book, "De Signatura Rerum." In the unfolding of 
those mysteries before his understanding he had a great measure of joy, yet returned home and took 
care of his family and lived in great peace and silence, scarce intimating to any these wonderful 
things that had befallen him till in the year 1610, being again taken into this light, lest the mysteries 
revealed to him should pass through him as a stream, and rather for a memorial than intending any 
publication, he wrote his first book, called "Aurora, or the Morning Redness" [40: 13-14]. 

The first illumination, in 1600, was not complete. He did not at that time really attain to Cosmic 
Consciousness; he passed into the dawn but not into the perfect day. Of his complete illumination, 
in 1610 (when thirty-five years old), Martensen says: 

Ten years later [1610] he had another remarkable inward experience. What he had previously seen 
only chaotically, fragmentarily, and in isolated glimpses, he now beheld as a coherent whole and in 
more definite outlines [123]. 

Hartmann says of this latter experience: 

Ten years afterwards, anno 1610, his third illumination took place, and that which in former visions 
had appeared to him chaotic and multifarious was now recognized by him as a unity, like a harp of 
many strings, of which each string is a separate instrument, while the whole is only one harp. He 
now recognized the divine order of nature, and how from the trunk of the tree of life spring different 
branches, bearing manifold leaves and flowers and fruits, and he became 

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impressed with the necessity of writing down what he saw and preserving the record [97:3]. 

While he himself speaks of this final and complete illumination as follows: 

The gate was opened to me that in one quarter of an hour I saw and knew more than if I had been 
many years together at a university, at which I exceedingly admired and thereupon turned my praise 
to God for it. For I saw and knew the being of all beings, the byss and abyss and the eternal 
generation of the Holy Trinity, the descent and original of the world and of all creatures through the 
divine wisdom: I knew and saw in myself all the three worlds, namely, (1) the divine [angelical and 
paradisical] (2) and the dark [the original of the nature to the fire] and (3) then the external and 
visible world [being a procreation or external birth from both the internal and spiritual worlds]. And 
I saw and knew the whole working essence, in the evil and the good and the original and the 
existence of each of them; and likewise how the fruitful-bearing- womb of eternity brought forth. So 
that I did not only greatly wonder at it but did also exceedingly rejoice [40: 15]. 

The expression above, "He was again surrounded," refers to certain other visions which preceded 
this first (imperfect) oncoming of the Cosmic Sense at the age of twenty-five years. Such visions (it 
may be said) as seem to be common in the lives of men who afterward become illumined. They 
belong, no doubt, to such sensitive and highly-wrought nervous organizations as would be 
possessed by persons who had within them the "eligibility" (as Whitman would have expressed it) 
of rising to Cosmic Consciousness. Hartmann says of him: 

Jacob Behmen was in possession of remarkable occult powers. He is known to have spoken several 
languages, although no one ever knew where he had acquired them. They had probably been 
learned by him in a previous life. He also knew the language of nature, and could call plants and 
animals by their own proper names [97: 19]. 

Behmen says, himself, on this point: 

I am not a master of literature nor of arts, such as belong to this world, but a foolish and simple 
minded man. I have never desired to learn any sciences, but from early youth I strove after the 
salvation of my soul, and thought how I might inherit or possess the kingdom of heaven. Finding 
within myself a powerful contrarium, namely, the desires that belong to the flesh and blood, I began 
to fight a hard battle against my corrupted nature, and with 

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the aid of God I made up my mind to overcome the inherited evil will, to break it, and to enter 
wholly into the love of God in the Christ. I therefore then and there resolved to regard myself as one 
dead in my inherited form, until the spirit of God would take form in me, so that in and through 
Him I might conduct my life. This, however, was not possible for me to accomplish, but I stood 
firmly by my earnest resolution and fought a hard battle with myself Now while I was wrestling 
and battling, being aided by God, a wonderful light arose within my soul. It was a light entirely 

foreign to my unruly nature, but in it I recognized the true nature of God and man, and the relation 
existing between them, a thing which heretofore I had never understood, and for which I would 
never have sought [97:50]. 

Frankenburg writes of him: 

His bodily appearance was somewhat mean; he was tall of stature, had a low forehead but 
prominent temples, a rather aquile nose, a scanty beard, gray eyes sparkling into a heavenly blue, a 
feeble but genial voice. He was modest in his bearing, unassuming in conversation, lowly in 
conduct, patient in suffering, and gentle-hearted [123: 15]. 

And Hartmann on the same subject says: 

In his exterior appearance Behmen was little, having a short thin beard, a feeble voice and eyes of a 
grayish tint. He was deficient in physical strength; nevertheless there is nothing known of his 
having ever had any other disease than the one that caused his death [97: 17]. 

His life may be read side by side with that of Gautama, Jesus, Paul, Las Casas, Yepes, or even 
Whitman, without fear that the gentle hearted Behmen should suffer by such comparison, while his 
death is worthy to stand on record with that of Yepes or Blake. It took place on Sunday, November 
20th, 1624. 

Before one A. M. Behmen called his son Tobias to his bedside and asked him whether he did not 
hear beautiful music, and then he requested him to open the door of the room so that the celestial 
song could be better heard. Later on he asked what time it was and when he was told that the clock 
struck two he said: "This is not yet time for me, in three hours will be my time." After a pause he 
again spoke and said: "Thou powerful God, Zabaoth, save me according to thy will." Again he said: 
"Thou crucified Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy upon me and take me into thy kingdom." He then 
gave to his wife certain directions regarding his books and other temporal matters, telling her also 
that she would not survive him very long (as indeed she did not), and, taking leave from his sons, he 
said: "Now I shall enter the Paradise." He then asked his eldest son, whose loving looks seemed to 
keep Behmen's soul 

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from severing the bonds of the body, to turn him round, and, giving one deep sigh, his soul gave up 
the body to the earth to which it belonged and entered into that higher state which is known to none 
except those who have experienced it themselves [97: 15]. 


As utterances of the Cosmic Sense all the writings of Behmen are well-nigh totally unintelligible to 
the merely self conscious mind. Nevertheless he who is willing to be at the necessary pains will find 
that like those of Paul, Dante, Balzac, Whitman and the rest, they are a veritable mine of wisdom, 
some of which may be found by every earnest seeker, though undoubtedly the whole may only be 
comprehended by those enlightened as he himself was. 

To show what has been thought of these books by competent men who have studied them it may be 
well to quote the words of the editor of "The Three Principles" in the quarto [1764] edition: 

A man [he says] cannot conceive the wonderful knowledge, before he has read this book diligently 
through, which he will find to be contained in it. And he will find that The Threefold life is ten 
times deeper than this and the Forty Questions to be tenfold deeper than that, and that to be as deep 
as a spirit is in itself, as the author says; than which there can be no greater depth, for God Himself 
is a spirit [42:3]. 

And those of Claude de Saint Martin, contained in his letters to Kirchberger: 

I am not young [he writes], being now near my fiftieth year; nevertheless I have begun to learn 
German in order that I may read this incomparable author in his own tongue. I have written some 
not unacceptable books myself, but I am not worthy to unloose the shoestrings of this wonderful 
man, whom I regard as the greatest light that has ever appeared upon the earth, second only to Him 
who was the light itself ... I advise you by all means to throw yourself into this abyss of 
knowledge of the profoundest of all truths [97: 32 and 199: 30]. 

The extracts which follow (as all others in this volume) are selected not so much for their intrinsic 
interest and excellence. 

[p. 185] 

nor for what they reveal to us of the nature of the Cosmos, as for the light they assist in throwing on 
the characteristics of the faculty called Cosmic Consciousness; and for this purpose they are 
compared with like expressions of men whose spiritual position is similar to that of the inspired 
shoemaker of Gorlitz. 


If you will behold your own self and the outer world, and what is taking place therein, you will find 
that you, with regard to your external being, are that external world [97: 137].[**] 

You are a little world formed out of the large one, and your external light is a chaos of the sun and 
the constellations of stars. If this were not so you would not be able to see by means of the light of 

Not I, the I that I am, know these things: But God knows them in me [97:34].[**] 

He alone, therefore, in whom Christ exists and lives, is a Christian, a man in whom Christ has been 
raised out of the wasted flesh of Adam [97:5]. [**] 

Suddenly . . . my spirit did break through[**] . . . even into the innermost birth of Geniture of the 
Deity, and there I was embraced with love, as a bridegroom embraces his dearly beloved bride. But 
the greatness of the triumphing that was in the spirit I cannot express either in speaking or writing; 
neither can it be compared to anything, but with that wherein the life is generated in the midst of 
death, and it is like the resurrection from the dead. In this light my spirit suddenly saw through all, 
and in and by all the creatures, even in herbs and grass, it knew God, who he is, and how he is, and 
what his will is; and suddenly in that light my will was set on, by a mighty impulse, to describe the 
being of God. But because I could not presently apprehend the deepest births of God in their being 
and comprehend them in my reason, there passed almost twelve years before the exact 
understanding thereof was given me. And it was with me as with a young tree which is planted in 
the ground, and at first is young 

[185-1]* "Strange and hard that paradox true I give, objects gross and the unseen soul are one" 
[193: 173], and Gautama, Plotinus and Carpenter are all equally definite upon the same point. 

[185-2]* "Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sunrise would kill me if I could not now and 
always send sunrise out of me" [193: 50]. 

[185-3]* "The other I am" [193: 32]. "Tis thee [myself] that for myself I praise" [176: 62]. The 
recognition of the duplex individuality of the Cosmic Conscious person~i.e., the self conscious self 
and the Cosmic Conscious self 

[185-4]* "Christ" here was used as Paul constantly uses the word, as a name—that is, of Cosmic 

[185-5]* The "breaking through" into the Cosmic Sense and the intense feeling of joy and exaltation 
which thereto belongs. The realization of "heaven, which is pure light; light intellectual, full of love, 
love of true good, full of joy; joy which transcends every sweetness" [72: 193]. 

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and tender, and flourishing to the eye, especially if it comes on lustily in its growing. But it does not 
bear fruit presently; and, though it blossoms, they fall off; also many a cold wind, frost and snow, 
puff upon it, before it comes to any growth and bearing of fruit [41 : 184]. 

If thou climbest up this ladder on which I climb up into the deep of God, as I have done, then thou 
hast climbed well: I am not come to this meaning, or to this work and knowledge through my own 
reason, or through my own will and purpose; neither have I sought this knowledge, nor so much as 
know anything concerning it. I sought[**] only for the heart of God, therein to hide myself from the 
tempestuous storms of the devil [41:237]. 

Now the will cannot endure the attracting and impregnation, [**] for it would be free, and yet 
cannot, because it is desirous; and feeling it cannot be free, it entereth with the attracting into itself, 
and taketh (or conceiveth) in itself another will, which is to go out from the darkness into itself, and 
that other conceived will is the eternal mind, and entereth into itself as a sudden flash (of lightning) 
and dissipateth the darkness, and goeth forth into itself, and dwelleth in itself, and maketh to itself 
another (or second) principle of another quality (source or condition), for the sting of the stirring 
remaineth in the darkness [43:5]. The first eternal will is God the Father, and it is to generate His 
Son— viz.. His Word— not out of anything else, but out of Himself; and we have already informed 
you about the essences, which are generated in the will, and also how the will in the essences is set 
in darkness, and how the darkness (in the wheel of the anxiety) is broken asunder by the flash of 
fire, and how the will cometh to be in four forms, whereas in the original all four are but one, but in 
the flash of fire appear in four forms; as also how the flash of fire doth exist, in that the first will 
doth sharpen itself in the eager hardness, so that the liberty of the will shineth in the flesh. Whereby 
we have given you to understand that the first will shineth in the flash of the fire and is consuming 
by reason of the anxious sharpness, where the will continueth in the sharpness, and comprehendeth 
the other will in itself (understand in the centre of the sharpness), which is to go out from the 
sharpness, and to dwell in itself in the eternal liberty without pain or source [43: 15-16]. 

For Jesus Christ[**], the Son of God, the Eternal Word in the Father (who is the glance, or 
brightness, and the power of the light eternity), must become man, and be born in you, if you will 
know God; otherwise you are in the dark stable, and go about groping and feeling, and look always 
for Christ at the right hand of God, supposing that he is a great way off; you cast your mind aloft 

above the stars and seek 

[186-1]* None of those who have attained Cosmic Consciousness "sought" for it; they could not, for 
they did not know there was such a thing. But it would seem that all the pronounced cases were men 
who earnestly sought for the "heart of God"~i.e., for the highest and best life. 

[186-2]* Two quaint expositions of the generating of the second (Cosmic Conscious) self in the first 
(self conscious) self 

[186-3]* "Christ," used as by Paul for the Cosmic Sense--"! live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me" 
[22: 2: 20]. "Christ who is our life" [25: 3: 4]. "Jesus Christ is in you" [21: 13: 5]. 

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[paragraph continues] God, as the sophisters teach you, who represent God as one afar off, in 
heaven [43: 24]. 

I was as simple concerning the hidden mysteries as the meanest of all; but my virgin[**] of the 
wonders of God taught me, so that I must write of His wonders; though indeed my purpose is to 
write this for a memorandum for myself, and yet I shall speak as for many, which is known to God 

Thus we distinguish to you the substance in the darkness;[**] and though we are very hard to be 
understood by you, and though also little belief may be afforded to it, we yet have a very 
convincing proof of it, not only in the created heaven, but also in the centre of the earth, as also in 
the whole principle of this world, which would be too long to set down here [43: 33]. 

The scholar said to his master: "How may I come to the supersensual life,[**] that I may see God 
and hear Him speak?" His master said: "When thou canst throw thyself but for a moment into that 
where no creature dwelleth, then thou hearest what God speaketh." 

Scholar —Is that near at hand or far oflT? 

Master —It is in thee, and if thou canst for awhile cease from all thy thinking and willing thou shalt 
hear unspeakable words of God. 

Scholar —How can I hear when I stand still from thinking and willing? 

Master —When thou standest still from the thinking and willing of self, the eternal hearing, seeing 
and speaking will be revealed to thee, and so God heareth and seeth through thee.[**] Thine own 
hearing, willing and seeing hindereth thee, that thou dost not see nor hear God. 

Scholar —Wherewithal shall I hear and see God, being He is above nature and creature? 

Master —When thou art quiet or silent, then thou art that which God was before nature and creature, 
and whereof He made thy nature and creature. Then thou hearest and seest with that therewith God 
saw and heard in thee before thy own willing, seeing and hearing began. 

Scholar —What hindereth or keep eth me back that I cannot come to that? 

[187-1]* The Cosmic Sense a virgin. Compare Dante's Beatrice and Balzac's Seraphita— 
Seraphitus~so also the youth—Cosmic Sense— in Bacon's "Sonnets" is a virgin. "For a 

memorandum." Compare Whitman: "Only a few hints I seek for my own use to trace out here" 
[193: 14]. 

[187-2]* So as proof or argument for some of his most spiritual and recondite doctrines—optimism, 
immortality, unending growth, expansion and evolution—Whitman appeals to the common 
phenomena of nature and life. He says: "I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns— O 
grass of graves— O perpetual transfers and promotions, if you do not say anything how can I say 
anything" [193:77]? 

[187-3]* So Balzac tells us: "From abstraction [self consciousness] are derived laws, arts, interests, 
social ideas. It is the glory and scourge of the world: Glorious, it creates societies; baneful, it 
exempts man from entering the path of specialism [Cosmic Consciousness], which leads to the 
Infinite" [5: 142]. 

[187-4]* The same doctrine is repeated over and over in the Suttas. Compare also Carpenter [56: 

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Master— Thy own willing, seeing and hearing. And because thou strivest against that out of which 
thou art come, thou breakest thyself off with thy own willing from God's willing, and with thy own 
seeing thou seest in thy own willing only; and thy willing stoppeth thy hearing with thy own 
thinking of earthly natural things, and bringeth thee into a ground, and overshadoweth thee with that 
which thou wiliest, so that thou canst not come to that which is supernatural and supersensual 

Master— If thou rulest over all creatures outwardly only,[**] then thy will and ruling is in a bestial 
kind, and is but an imaginary transitory ruling, and thou bringest also thy desire into a bestial 
essence, whereby thou becomest infected and captivated, and gettest also a bestial condition. But if 
thou hast left the imaginary condition, then thou art in the super-imaginariness, and rulest over all 
creatures, in that ground out of which they are created, and nothing on earth can hurt thee, for thou 
art like all things, and nothing is unlike to thee [50:76]. 

His master said to him very kindly: [**] Loving scholar, if it were that thy will could break off itself 
for one hour from all creatures and throw itself into that, where no creature is, it would be ever 
clothed with the highest splendor of God's glory, and would taste in itself the most sweet love of our 
Lord Jesus, which no man can express, and it would find in itself the unspeakable words of our 
Lord concerning his great mercy; it would feel in itself that the cross of our Lord Christ would be 
very pleasing to it, and it would love that more than the honor and goods of the world [50:78]. 

Master— Though thou lovest the earthly wisdom now,[**] yet when thou art ever-clothed with the 
heavenly [wisdom] thou wilt see that all the wisdom of the world is but folly, and that the world 
hateth but thy enemy— viz., the 

[188-1]* So says Whitman in respect to ownership: "As if one fit to own things could not at 
pleasure enter upon all and incorporate them into himself [193: 214]. And again: "To see no 
possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet 
not abstracting one particle of it, to take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant 
villa, and the chaste blessings of the well married couple and the fruits of orchards and tho flowers 
of gardens [193: 127]. 

[188-2]* The "cross of Christ," from the point of view of what might be called the Pauline type of 

these men, means simply the deprivation of the good things of self consciousness and the bearing of 
the so-called evils of the self conscious life. But these goods are seen by them not to be good, and 
these evils not to be evils, and to reach that point of view (in Cosmic Consciousness) is the one 
good thing. "To arrive there is to depart hence, going away out of one's self as far as possible from 
this vile state to that which is the highest of all. Therefore, rising above all that may be known and 
understood temporally and spiritually, the soul must earnestly desire to reach that which in this life 
[the self conscious life] cannot be known and which the heart cannot conceive; and, leaving behind 
all actual and possible taste and feeling of sense and spirit, must desire earnestly to arrive at that 
which transcends all sense and all feeling" [203: 74]. 

[188-3]* "We speak wisdom among the perfect; yet a wisdom not of this world" [20: 2: 6]. "If any 
man thinketh he is wise among you in this world let him become a fool that he may become wise. 
For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God" [20:3: 18-191. The wisdom of self 
consciousness is [p. 189] foolishness from the point of view of the Cosmic Sense. 

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mortal life; and when thou thyself comest to hate the will thereof, then thou also wilt begin to love 
that despising of the mortal life [50:80]. 

Scholar. —What is the virtue, power, height and greatness of love?[**] 

Master —Its virtue is that nothing (whence all things proceed), and its power is (in and) through all 
things, its height is as high as God and its greatness is greater than God; whosoever fmdeth it 
fmdeth nothing, and all things. 

Scholar. —Loving master, pray tell me how I may understand this. 

Master —That I said its virtue is that nothing, thou mayest understand thus[**]: When thou art gone 
forth wholly from the creature, and art become nothing to all that is nature and creature, then thou 
art in that eternal one, which is God himself, and then thou shalt perceive and feel the highest virtue 
of love [50-1:81]. Also, that I said whosoever fmdeth it fmdeth nothing and all things; that is also 
true, for he fmdeth a supernatural, supersensual abyss, having no ground, where there is no place to 
dwell in; and he fmdeth also nothing that is like it, and therefore it may be compared to nothing, for 
it is deeper than anything, and is as nothing to all things, for it is not comprehensible; and because it 
is nothing, it is free from all things, and it is that only good, which a man cannot express or utter 
what it is. But that I lastly said, he that fmdeth it,[**] fmdeth all things, is also true; it hath been the 
beginning of all things, and it ruleth all things. If thou fmdest it, thou comest into that ground from 
whence all things are proceeded, and wherein they subsist, and thou art in it a king over all the 

Scholar. —Loving master, I can no more endure anything should divert me, how shall I find the 
nearest way to it?[**] 

Master— Where the way is hardest there walk thou, and take up what the world rejecteth; and what 
the world doth, that do not thou. Walk contrary to the world in all things. And then thou comest the 
nearest way to it. . . . 

Master— That thou sayest also,[**] thou shouldst be accounted a silly fool is true; for the way to the 
love of God is folly to the world, but wisdom to 

[189-1]* This extract and the next contain a definition of Cosmic Consciousness from the point of 

view of Nirvana, its Buddhist name. 

[189-2]* "O Bhikshu, empty this boat (i.e., empty yourself of the things of self consciousness); if 
emptied it will go quickly; having cut off passion and hatred, thou wilt go to Nirvana" [156: 86]. 

[189-3]* He who is fit (says Whitman) can enter into possession of all things [193 : 214]. 

[189-4]* If you wish to attain the divine life (Cosmic Consciousness), says Yepes, you must cast 
away every satisfaction, temporal and spiritual (of the self conscious man) [204: 534], "forgetting 
the things which are behind [the things of self consciousness] and stretching forward to the things 
which are before" [24: 3: 13]. And this seems to be the universal dictum. 

[189-5]* "The natural [merely self conscious] man receiveth not the things of the spirit of God; for 
they are foolishness unto him" [20: 2: 14]. 

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the children of God. When the world perceiveth this fire of love in the children of God, it saith they 
are turned fools, but to the children of God it is the greatest treasure, so great that no life can 
express it, nor tongue so much as name what the fire of the inflaming love of God is; it is whiter 
than the sun, and sweeter than anything; it is far more nourishing than any meat or drink, and more 
pleasant than all the joy of this world. Whosoever getteth this is richer than any king on earth, more 
noble than any emperor can be, and more potent and strong than all authority and power. 

Then the scholar asked his master further, saying: "Whither goeth the soul when the body dieth, be 
it either saved or damned?" 

Master —It needed no going forth. [**] Only the outward moral life with the body do separate 
themselves from the 

soul; that soul hath heaven and hell in itself before, as it is written. The kingdom of God cometh not 
with outward observation, neither shall they say, to here, or to there it is, for behold the kingdom of 
God is within you: And whether of the two, viz., either heaven or hell, shall be manifest in it, in that 
the soul standeth [50:82-3]. 

Scholar. —What, then, is the body of a man? 

Master —It is the visible world,[**] an image and essence of all that the world is; and the visible 
world is a manifestation of the inward spiritual world, (come) out of the eternal darkness, out of the 
spiritual weaving (twining or connection) and it is an object or resemblance of eternity, wherewith 
eternity bath made itself visible; where self-will and resigned-will, viz., evil and good, work one 
with the other; and such a substance the outward man also is; for God created man out of the 
outward world, and breathed into him the inner spiritual world, for a soul and an understanding life, 
and therefore in the things of the outward world man can receive and work evil and good. 

Scholar. —What shall be after this world, when all things perish? 

Master —The material substance only ceaseth[**]~viz., the four elements, the sun, moon, and stars, 
and then the inward world will be wholly visible and manifest. But whatsoever hath been wrought 
by the spirit in this time, whether evil or good, I say, every work shall separate itself there in a 
spiritual manner, either into the eternal light, or into the eternal darkness; for that which is bom 
from each will penetrateth again into that which is like itself [50: 86]. 

[190-1]* "There will never be any more heaven or hell than there is now" [193: 30]. 

[190-2]* Says Whitman: "Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the meaning, 
the main concern, any more than a man's substance and life, or a woman's substance and life, return 
in the body and the soul, indifferently before death and after death. Behold the body includes and is 
the meaning, the main concern, and includes and is the soul; whoever you are, how superb and 
divine is your body or any part of it" [193: 25]. 

[190-3]* "The soul is of itself, all verges to it, all has reference to what ensues, all that a person 
does, says, thinks, is of consequence, not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her 
in a day, month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death, but the same affects him or her 
onward afterwards through the indirect lifetime" [193: 289]. 

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a. In the case of Jacob Behmen there was the initial earnestness of character which belongs to the 
class of men of whom this book treats. 

b. There was (almost certainly), though we are not told of it in so many words, the subjective light. 

c. There was extraordinary intellectual illumination. 

d. And equal moral elevation. 

e. There was the sense of immortality. 

f Loss of the fear of death (if he ever had it, as is likely, since he seems to have been quite an 
ordinary boy and young man). 

g. There was the suddenness, the instantaneousness, of the awakening of the new life. 

h. At the time of his illumination he was at the typical age—namely, thirty-five years. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 

William Blake. 
BORN 1757: died 1827. 

If Blake had Cosmic Consciousness the words written above as to the vastly greater scope and 
variety of this than of self consciousness will receive from his case illustration. The few short 
extracts from his writings, below quoted, almost prove that he had the Cosmic Sense, which he 
called "Imaginative Vision" [95: 166], and he must have attained to it within a very few years after 
reaching the thirtieth of his age. There do not appear to be any details extant of his entrance into it, 
but his writings may fairly be allowed to prove the fact of possession. 


W. M. Rossetti, in the "Prefatory Memoir" to "The Poetical Works of William Blake" [52], gives an 
admirable sketch of 

[p. 192] 

Blake's actual life and apparently a fair estimate of his abilities and defects. The following extracts 
therefrom will materially assist us in the inquiry now before us; that is: Had Blake Cosmic 

[**] The difficulty of Blake's biographers, subsequent to 1863, the date of Mr Gilchrist's book, is of 
a different kind altogether. It is the difficulty of stating sufficiently high the extraordinary claims of 
Blake to admiration and reverence, without slurring over those other considerations which need to 
be plainly and fully set forth if we would obtain any real idea of the man as he was—of his total 
unlikeness to his contemporaries, of his amazing genius and noble performances in two arts, of the 
height by which he transcended other men, and the incapacity which he always evinced for 
performing at all what others accomplish easily. He could do vastly more than they, but he could 
seldom do the like. By some unknown process he had soared to the top of a cloud-capped Alp, 
while they were crouching in the valley: But to reach a middle station on the mountain was what 
they could readily manage step by step, while Blake found that ordinary achievement impracticable. 
He could not and he would not do it; the want of will, or rather the utter alienation of will, the 
resolve to soar (which was natural to him), and not to walk (which was unnatural and repulsive), 
constituted or counted instead of an actual want of power [139:9]. 

Rapt in a passionate yearning, he realized, even on this earth and in his mortal body, a species of 
Nirvana: [**] his whole faculty, his whole personality, the very essence of his mind and mould, 
attained to absorption into his ideal ultimate, into that which Dante's profound phrase designates "il 
Ben deir intelletto" [139: 11]. 

[**] William Blake's education was of the scantiest, being confined to reading [p. 193] and writing; 
arithmetic may also be guessed at, but is not recorded, and very probably his capacity for acquiring 
or retaining that item of knowledge was far below the average [139:14]. 

[192-1]* In the fact that Blake soared beyond, and far beyond, men of self consciousness merely, 
but could not see or do many things that these saw clearly and could do easily, we see a relationship 
between him and the great illuminati. For surely the very same thing could be said of all these. In 
worldly matters they are all, or nearly all, as little children, while in spiritual things they are as gods. 
Note Balzac contracting enormous debts for want of ordinary business common sense and laboring 
vainly for years to pay them while in the full exercise of enough genius to equip a regiment of 
Rothschilds. Bacon showered upon the human race intellectual and spiritual riches beyond all 
computation, but with every apparent advantage (position at court, hereditary prestige, influential 

friends) he labors in vain for years for position in the self conscious sphere, and after getting it 
cannot hold it. Buddha, Jesus, Paul, Las Casas, Yepes, Behmen and Whitman were wise: They saw 
that the things of the Cosmic Sense were enough, and they simply put by the things of self 
consciousness, but had they tried for these the chances are they would have failed to obtain them. 

[192-2]* Blake, too, found the world of the Cosmic Sense enough, and wisely did not waste time 
and energy seeking for the so-called goods and riches of the self-conscious life. 

[192-3]* These men are independent of education, and most of them—like Blake himself~[p. 193] 
think it useless or worse. Blake says of it: "There is no use in education: I hold it to be wrong. It is 
the great sin; it is eating of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. This was the fault of Plato. 
He knew of nothing but the virtues and vices, and good and evil. There is nothing in all that. 
Everything is good in God's eyes" [139: 80]. This reminds us of what Hawley said of Bacon: "He 
had not his knowledge from books, but from some grounds within himself [141: 47], and of 
Whitman's "You shall no longer feed on the spectres in books" [193: 30]. 

[p. 193] 

[**] In the preface to "The Jerusalem" Blake speaks of that composition as paving been "dictated" 
to him, and other expressions of his prove that he regarded it rather as a revelation of which he was 
the scribe than as the product of his own inventing and fashioning brain. Blake considered it "the 
grandest poem that this world contains;" adding, "I may praise it, since I dare not pretend to be any 
other than the secretary —the authors are in eternity." In an earlier letter (April 25th, 1803) he had 
said: "I have written this poem from immediate dictation, twelve or sometimes twenty or thirty lines 
at a time, without premeditation, and even against my will" [139:41]. 

[**] Blake had a mental intuition, inspiration, or revelation—call it what we will; it was as real to his 
spiritual eye as a material object could be to his bodily eye; and no doubt his bodily eye, the eye of 
a designer or painter with a great gift of invention and composition, was far more than normally 
ready at following the dictate of the spiritual eye, and seeing, with an almost instantaneously 
creative and fashioning act, the visual semblance of a visionary essence [139:62]. 

[**] His unworldliness, extreme as it was, did not degenerate into ineptitude. He apprehended the 
requirements of practical life, was prepared to meet them in a resolute and diligent spirit from day 
to day, and could on occasions display a full share of sagacity. He was of lofty and independent 
spirit, not caring to refute any odd stories that were current regarding his conduct or demeanor, 
neither parading nor concealing his poverty, and seldom accepting any sort of aid for which he 
could not and did not supply a full equivalent [139:69]. 

[193-1]* This is the declaration of each possessor of the Cosmic Sense. It is not I, the visible man 
who speaks, but (as Jesus says) "As the Father hath said unto me so I speak" [14: 12: 50]; or as Paul 
writes: "I will not dare to speak of any things save those which Christ wrought through me" [16: 
15:18]. "Loose the stop from your throat" [193: 32] says Whitman to the Cosmic Sense. And so 

[193-2]* "01 am sure," says Whitman, "they really came from Thee— the urge, the ardor, the potent, 
felt, interior, command, a message from the heavens" [193: 324]. "The noble truths," Gautama said, 
"were not among the doctrines banded down, but there arose within him the eye to perceive them" 
[159: 150]. 

[193-3]* Each word of this passage is strictly true of Whitman, and allowing for difference of 
manners and customs in other times and countries, the paragraph could be read into the life of any 

one of the men discussed in this book. 

[p. 194] 

He knows that what he does is not inferior to the grandest antiques. Superior it cannot be, for 
human power cannot go beyond either what he does or what they have done. It is the gift of God, it 
is inspiration and vision [139:72]. [**] 

It must be allowed that in many instances Blake spoke of himself with measureless and rather 
provoking self-applause. This is in truth one conspicuous outcome of that very simplicity of 
character of which I have just spoken; egotism it is, but not worldly, self-seeking [139: 71].[**] 

That he was on the whole and in the best sense happy is[**], considering all his trials and crosses, 
one of the very highest evidences in his praise. "If asked," writes Mr. Palmer, "whether I ever knew 
among the intellectual a happy man, Blake would be the only one who would immediately occur to 
me." Visionary and ideal aspirations of the intensest kind; the imaginative life wholly 
predominating over the corporeal and mundane life, and almost swallowing it up; and a child-like 
simplicity of personal character, free from self-interest, and ignorant or careless of any policy of 
self-control, though habitually guided and regulated by noble emotions and a resolute loyalty to 
duty—these are the main lines which we trace throughout the entire career of Blake, in his life and 
death, in his writings and his art. This it is which makes him so peculiarly lovable and admirable as 
a man, and invests his works, especially his poems, with so delightful a charm. We feel that he is 
truly "of the kingdom of heaven": above the firmament, his soul holds converse with archangels; on 
the earth, he is as the little child whom Jesus "sat in the midst of them" [139:70]. 

[**] The essence of Blake's faculty, the power by which he achieved his work, was intuition: this 
holds good of his artistic productions, and still more so of his poems. Intuition reigns supreme in 
them; and even the reader has to apprehend them intuitively, or else to leave them aside altogether 

Ample evidence exists to satisfy us that Blake had real conceptions In the metaphysical or 
supersensual regions of thought—conceptions which might have been termed speculations in other 
people, but in him rather intuitions; and that the "Prophetic Books" embody these in some sort of 
way cannot be disputed [139: 120]. 

[194-1]* "Divine am I," says Whitman, "inside and out" [193: 49]. 

[194-2]* "I conned old times," says Whitman; "I sat studying at the feet of the great masters, now if 
eligible O that the great masters might return and study me" [193: 20]. 

[194-3]* Happiness is one of the marks of the Cosmic Sense. 

[194-4]* It is too bad that these "Prophetic Books" are not published. It seems almost certain that 
they embody (behind thick veils, doubtless) revelations of extraordinary value— news from "the 
kingdom of heaven"— from the better world— the world of the Cosmic Sense. 

[p. 195] 

As to his religious belief,[**] it should be understood that Blake was a Christian in a certain way, 
and a truly fervent Christian; but it was a way of his own, exceedingly different from that of any of 
the churches. For the last forty years of his life he never entered a place of worship [139:76]. 

He believed—with a great profundity and ardor of faith—in God; but he beheved also that men are 
gods, or that collective man is God. He believed in Christ; but exactly what he believed him to be is 
a separate question. "Jesus Christ," he said, conversing with Mr Robinson, "is the only God, and so 
am I, and so are you" [139:77]. 

In immortality Blake seems to have believed implicitly, [**] and (in some main essentials) without 
much deviation from other people's credence. When he heard of Flaxman's death (December 7th, 
1826), he observes, "I cannot think of death as more than the going out of one room into another." 
In one of his writings he says: "The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine 
bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated body" [139:79]. 

Blake had in all probability read in his youth some of the mystical or cabalistic writers[**]— 
Paracelsus, Jacob Bohme, Cornelius Agrippa; and there is a good deal in his speculations, in 
substance and tone, and sometimes in detail, which can be traced back to authors of this class [139: 

[195-1]* Blake's religion— his attitude toward the Church— toward God— toward immortality— is the 
characteristic attitude of the man who has attained to Cosmic Consciousness— as shown in each life 
and in all the writings of these men. 

[195-2]*His attitude toward death is that of all the illuminati. He does not believe in "another life." 
He does not think he will be immortal. He has eternal life. 

[195-3]*So writes George Frederic Parsons about Balzac [6: 11]. Thoreau makes a similar 
suggestion as to Whitman [38: 143], and generally it is constantly being hinted or intimated that 
some of these men have been reading others of them. This may of course sometimes happen, but, 
speaking generally, it does not, for many of them are quite illiterate, and the studies of others, as, for 
instance. Bacon, do not lie in that direction. Blake, Balzac, Yepes, Behmen, Whitman, Carpenter 
and the rest has each seen for himself that other world of which he tells us. No one can tell of it at 
second hand, for no one who has not seen something of it can conceive it. 

Blake's death was as noble and characteristic as his life. Gilchrist [94: 360-1] gives us the following 
simple and touching account of it: 

"His illness was not violent, but a gradual and gentle failure of physical powers which nowise 
affected the mind. The speedy end was not foreseen by his friends. It came on a Sunday, August 12, 
1827, nearly three months before completion of his seventieth year 'On the day of his death,' writes 
Smith, who had his account from the widow, 'he composed and uttered songs to his 

[p. 196] 

[paragraph continues] Maker so sweetly to the ear of his Catharine that when she stood to hear him 
he, looking upon her most affectionately, said: "My beloved, they are not mine— no, they are not 
mine! " He told her they would not be parted; he should always be about her to take care of her. To 
the pious songs followed, about six in the summer evening, a calm and painless withdrawal of 
breath; the exact moment almost unperceived by his wife, who sat by his side. A humble female 
neighbor, her only other companion, said afterwards: "I have been at the death, not of a man, but of 
a blessed angel.'"" 


It remains to quote certain declarations emanating from Blake and which seem to bear upon the 
point under consideration— viz., upon the question, Was Blake a case of Cosmic Consciousness? 

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. [**] It is the divine bosom into which we shall all 
go after the death of the vegetated body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas 
the world of generation, of vegetation, is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the 
permanent realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature [95: 163]. 

We are in a world of generation and death, [**] and this world we must cast off if we would be 
artists such as Raphael, Michael Angelo and the ancient sculptors. If we do not cast off this world 
we shall be only Venetian painters, who will be cast off and lost from art [95: 172]. 

The player is a liar when he says: Angels are happier than men because they are better! [**] Angels 
are happier than men and devils because they are not always prying after good and evil in one 
another and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification [95:176]. 

[196-1]* Blake's name for Cosmic Consciousness. With this paragraph compare Whitman's "I swear 
I think now that everything without exception has an eternal soul! The trees have rooted in the 
ground! The weeds of the sea have! The animals" [193: 337]. 

[196-2]* The world of self consciousness. Balzac says: (Self conscious) "man judges all things by 
his abstractions—good, evil, virtue, crime. His formulas of right are his scales, and his justice is 
blind; the justice of God [i.e., of the Cosmic Sense] sees— in that is everything" [5: 142]. 

[196-3]* "Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. Knowing the perfect 
fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent" [193: 31]. 

[p. 197] 

The last judgment is an overwhelming of bad art and science [95: 176].[**] 

Some people flatter themselves that there will be no last judgment. . . .[**] I will not flatter them. 
Error is created; truth is eternal. Error or creation will be burned up, and then, and not till then, truth 
or eternity will appear. It [error] is burned up the moment men cease to behold it. I assert for myself 
that I do not behold outward creation, and that to me it is hindrance and not action. "What!" it will 
be questioned, "when the sun rises do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?" 
"Oh, no, no! I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying: 'Holy, holy, holy is the 
Lord God Almighty!'" I question not my corporeal eye[**] any more than I would question a 
window concerning a sight. I look through it and not with it [95: 176]. 

Beneath the figures of Adam and Eve (descending the generative stream from there) is the seat of 
the harlot, named mystery [self conscious life], in the Revelations. She (mystery) is seized by two 
beings (life and death), each with three heads; they represent vegetative existence. As it is written in 
Revelations, they strip her naked and bum her with fire [i.e., death strips her naked, and the 
passions of the self conscious life burn it as with fire]. It represents the eternal consumption of 
vegetable life and death [the life and death of the merely self conscious] with its lusts. The wreathed 
torches in their hands [in the hands of life and death] represent eternal fire, which is the fire of 
generation or vegetation; it is an eternal consummation. Those who are blessed with imaginative 
vision [Cosmic Consciousness][**] see this eternal female [mystery— the self conscious life] and 
tremble at what others fear not; while they despise and laugh[**] at what others fear [95:166]. 

[**]I am not ashamed, afraid or averse to tell you what ought to be told—that I am under the 
direction of messengers from heaven, daily and nightly. But [p. 198] the nature of such things is not, 
as some suppose, without trouble or care [95: 185].[**] 

[197-1]* I.e., it is the advent of universal Cosmic Consciousness. "Specialism [the Cosmic Sense] 
opens to man," says Balzac, "his true career; the infinite dawns upon him" [5: 144]. "The audit of 
nature, though delayed, must be answered, and her quietus is to render thee" [Cosmic 
Consciousness] [176: 126]. 

[197-2]* Blake says his self conscious faculties are a hindrance to him, not a help. So Balzac: 
"Baneful, it [self consciousness] exempts man from entering the path of specialism [Cosmic 
Consciousness], which leads to the infinite" [5: 142]. So the Hindoo experts teach and have always 
taught, that suppression and effacement of many of the self conscious faculties are necessary 
conditions to illumination [56: 166 et seq.]. 

[197-3]* So Carpenter asks (knowing well the answer): "Does there not exist in truth . . an inner 
illumination ... by which we can ultimately see things as they are, beholding all creation ... in its 
true being and order [57:98]. 

[197-4]* "Their worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched" [12: 9: 48], said by Jesus of the self 
conscious life, which (also) is the hell of Dante. 

[197-5]* So Whitman: "I laugh at what you call dissolution." 

[197-6]* "He [my other self], nor that affable, familiar ghost [the Cosmic Sense] which nightly 
gulls him with intelligence" [176: 86]. 

[p. 198] [198-1]* "A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep" [193: 324]. 

[p. 198] 



a. Blake seems to have entered into Cosmic Consciousness when a little more than thirty years of 

b. The present editor does not know anything of the occurrence of subjective light in his case. 

c. The fact of great intellectual illumination seems clear. 

d. His moral elevation was very marked. 

e. He seems to have had the sense of immortality that belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. 

f Specific details of proof are in this case, as they must inevitably often be, largely wanting, but a 
study of Blake's life, writings (he is not in a position nor is he competent to judge Blake from his 

drawings) and death convinces the writer that he was a genuine and even probably a great case. 
Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 

Honore de Balzac. 

BORN 1799; died 1850. 

"Perhaps the greatest name in the post-Revolutionary literature of France" [78: 304]. 

And well summed up by a still more recent writer, W. P. Trent [3: 566]: 

"The unexpected," he tells us, "sometimes happens, as I discovered recently when I finished the 
fiftieth volume of M. Calmann Levy's popular edition of the works of Balzac. I had thought that the 
completion of Horace's odes and Shakespeare's 

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plays, and of the 'Odyssey,' marked the three chief epochs in my own intellectual life, and that I 
might not likely be so stirred, so swept away again, by any book or by any author. But I had erred. 
Balzac, whose novels taken singly had moved me powerfully, but had not often swept me away, 
whom I had made a companion of for years without fully comprehending—this Balzac, when 
viewed in the light of his total and stupendous achievements, suddenly stood out before me in his 
full stature and might, as one of the few genuine world geniuses that our race can point to with 
legitimate and unshakable pride. I had emerged from the 'Comedie Humaine' just as I had emerged 
from the Homeric poems and from the plays of Shakespeare, feeling that I had traversed a world 
and been in the presence of a veritable creator." 

Still another and even more recent writer may be quoted to the same effect. H. T Peck [128a: 245] 
sums up the result of his studies as follows: "The place which this great genius must ultimately hold 
in literary history has not yet been definitely settled. French critics link his name with that of 
Shakespeare, while English critics seem to think that a comparison like this is very daring. My own 
belief is that at the last his name will be placed higher still than Shakespeare's, at the very apex of a 
pyramid of literary fame." 

"Search as one may, there is no complete life of Balzac. There are still unpublished letters and 
papers in the possession of the Vicomte de Spoelberch de Lovenjoul, a compatriot who thoroughly 
understood him; but adding these to all that has been written, it is still doubtful if the real man will 
be found behind them. Expansive at times, yet he withdrew from the knowledge of others. There are 
periods in his life when he disappears, lies concealed from sight, and each must interpret for himself 
the secret that made his power and insures his fame." 

Balzac put the following words into the mouth of Dante, who he tells us was a "Specialist." Balzac 

was himself a "Specialist." The words will therefore apply as well to him as to Dante: "And so that 
poor lad thinks himself an angel exiled from heaven Who among us has the right to undeceive him? 
Is it I? I who 

[p. 200] 

am so often lifted above this earth by magic power; I who belong to God; I who am to myself a 
mystery? Have I not seen the most beautiful of all angels [the Cosmic Sense] living on this base 
earth? Is the lad either more or less beside himself than I am? Has he taken a bolder step into faith? 
He believes; his belief will doubtless lead him into some luminous path like that in which I walk" 
[9: 263]. 

That Balzac stood apart from and on a higher plane than ordinary men was divined during his life 
and has been perceived by thousands since his death. Taine, groping after an explanation of the 
obvious fact, says: "His instrument was intuition, that dangerous and superior faculty by which man 
imagines or discovers in an isolated fact all the possibilities of which it is capable; a kind of second 
sight proper to prophets and somnambules, who sometimes find the true, who often find the false, 
and who commonly attain only verisimilitude" [6: 12]. 

G. F. Parsons, in his introduction to "Louis Lambert," comes nearer it when he asks: "Whether the 
condition [of chronic ecstasy, in which the patient~i.e., Louis Lambert—really Balzac himself— 
seems withdrawn] may not be the consequence of an illumination so much higher than that 
vouchsafed mankind at large as to transcend expression—to separate the recipient from intellectual 
contact with his fellows by revealing to his inner sense untranslatable things" [6: 11]. 

This last seems to be the simple truth, Balzac, very clearly, having been a well marked case of 
Cosmic Consciousness. The evidence that he was so resides (1) in the fact of his life as observed by 
others, and (2) in his own revelations as to his inner self The first series of facts may be gathered 
from his biography, compiled by K. P. Wormeley, largely from memoirs written by Balzac's sister 
Laure— Madame Surville; the second from Balzac's own writings, and chiefly from "Louis Lambert" 
and "Seraphita." And first as to his outer life as revealing the inner: Miss W. says: "A complete life 
of Balzac cannot be written at the present time and possibly never can be. Nearly the whole of what 
he was to himself, what his own being was, what were the 

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influences that molded it, how that eye that saw the manifold lives of others saw his own life, how 
that soul which crowned its earthly work with a vision of the living word was nurtured— what that 
soul was, in short, has been concealed from sight" [4: 1]. "In all estimates of Balzac's nature 
attention must be paid to the fact that he was eminently sound and healthy in mind and body. 
Though his spirit rose to regions that could be reached only by intuition, and ruminated over 
problems the study of which we associate with fragility of body and aloofness from things of life, 
he was at the same time, and quite as thoroughly, a man with human instincts, loving life and 
enjoying it. In this lies, no doubt, one of the secrets of his power. It was a part of the many- 
sidedness of his genius; it enabled him to actually live and have his being in the men and women 
whom he evoked from the depths and heights of human nature. His temperament was, above all 
things, genial and his humor gay; no pressure of worldly anxiety and debt, no crushing toil, no 
hidden grief, with which the man, like the child in his cell, was acquainted, could destroy that 
healthy cheerfulness or prevent the rebound into hearty or even jovial gaiety. 'Robust' is the word 
that seems to suit him on the material side of his nature, applying even to his mental processes. He 
was gifted with a strong common sense, which guided his judgment on men and circumstances" [4: 

While still very young Balzac decided to be a writer. It seems that he felt, even as a boy, that he was 
destined to do something great in that line, and he composed at school, among other things, a 
treatise on the will and an epic poem. Later he wrote at Paris, in the course often years, mostly over 
the pseudonym of "Horace de Saint Aubin," some forty volumes, said to be almost entirely 
valueless. A good authority [106: 87] sums up this episode in Balzac's history as follows: "Before 
he was thirty years old he had published, under a variety of pseudonyms, some twenty long novels, 
veritable Grub Street productions, written in sordid Paris attics, in poverty, in perfect obscurity. 
Several of these "oeuvres de jeunesse" have lately been republished, but the best of them are 
unreadable. No writer ever served harder apprenticeship 

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to his art, or lingered more hopelessly at the base of the ladder of fame." 

Then, at the age of thirty, his genius began to dawn in "Les Chouans" and "Physiologic du 
Marriage." He must have entered Cosmic Consciousness about the early part of 1831, when thirty- 
two years of age, since "Louis Lambert" (which was undoubtedly conceived immediately after 
illumination) was written in 1832. By 1833, when he was thirty-four years of age, he had entered 
into full possession of his true life, a presentiment of which had dominated him from early 

Madame Surville says: "It was not until 1833, about the time of the publication of the "Medecin de 
Campagne," that he first thought of collecting all his personages together and forming a complete 
society. The day when this idea burst upon his mind was a glorious day for him. He started from the 
Rue Cassini, where he had taken up his abode after leaving the Rue de Tournon, and rushed to the 
faubourg Poissonniere, where I was then living. 

"'Make your bow to me,' he said to us, joyously; 'I am on the highroad to become a genius!' 

"He then unfolded his plan, which frightened him a little, for no matter how vast his brain might be, 
it needed time to work out a scheme like that. 

'"How glorious it will be if I succeed,' he said, walking up and down the room. He could not keep 
still; joy radiated from every feature. 'I'll willingly let them call me a maker of tales, all the while 
that I am cutting stones for my edifice. I gloat in advance over the astonishment of those 
nearsighted creatures as they see it rise'" [4: 83]. 

It seems likely, judging from Madame Surville's report, that Balzac was either in the state of 
Cosmic Consciousness during this visit to her, or had recently been so. 

A writer already quoted [106:87] describes, no doubt correctly, in the following words, what 
Balzac's scheme now was, and it is worth noting that to all intents and purposes it was the same 

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as that conceived and attempted (each for his own world) by Dante, "Shakespeare" and Whitman: 

"Balzac proposed to himself to illustrate by a tale or a group of tales every phase of French life and 
manners during the first half of the nineteenth century. To be colossally and exhaustively complete- 
complete not only in the generals but in the particulars—to touch upon every salient point, to 
illuminate every typical feature, to reproduce every sentiment, every idea, every person, every 

place, every object, that has played a part, however minute, however obscure, in the life of the 
French people." 

Here is a description of him in the early thirties by Lamartine: 

Balzac was standing before the fireplace of that dear room where I have seen so many remarkable 
men and women come and go. He was not tall, though the light on his face and the mobility of his 
figure prevented me from noticing his stature. His body swayed with his thought; there seemed at 
times to be a space between him and the floor; occasionally he stooped as though to gather an idea 
at his feet, and then he rose on them to follow the flight of his thought above him. At the moment of 
my entrance he was carried away by the subject of a conversation then going on with Monsieur and 
Madame de Girardin, and only interrupted himself for a moment to give me a keen, rapid, gracious 
look of extreme kindness. 

He was stout, solid, square at the base and across the shoulders. The neck, chest, body and thighs 
were powerful, with something of Mirabeau's amplitude, but without heaviness. His soul was 
apparent, and seemed to carry everything lightly, gaily, like a supple covering, not in the least like a 
burden. His size seemed to give him power, not to deprive him of it. His short arms gesticulated 
easily; he talked as an orator speaks. His voice resounded with the somewhat vehement energy of 
his lungs, but it had neither roughness nor sarcasm nor anger in it; his legs, on which he rather 
swayed himself, bore the torso easily; his hands, which were large and plump, expressed his thought 
as he waved them. Such was the outward man in that robust frame. But in presence of the face it 
was difficult to think of the structure. That speaking face, from which it was not easy to remove 
one's eye, charmed and fascinated you; his hair was worn in thick masses; his black eyes pierced 
you like darts dipped in kindliness; they entered confidingly into yours like friends. His cheeks 
were full and ruddy; the nose well modeled, though rather long; the lips finely outlined, but full and 
raised at the corners; the teeth irregular and notched. His head was apt to lean to one side, and then, 
when the talk excited him, it was lifted quickly with an heroic sort of pride. 

But the dominant expression of his face, greater than even that of intellect, was the manifestation of 
goodness and kindheartedness. He won your mind 

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when he spoke, but he won your heart when he was silent. No feeling of envy or hatred could have 
been expressed by that face; it was impossible that it should seem otherwise than kind. But the 
kindness was not that of indifference; it was loving kindness, conscious of its meaning and 
conscious of others; it inspired gratitude and frankness, and defied all those who knew him not to 
love him. A childlike merriment was in his aspect; here was a soul at play; he had dropped his pen 
to be happy among friends, and it was impossible not to be joyous where he was [4: 123 :5]. 

It has been said of Balzac: "He was an illumination thrown upon life." 

He was an illustration of his own dictum: "All we are is in the soul" ("nous ne sommes que par 
I'aine"), and a question of his to a friend touches closely upon the thesis of this volume: 

Are you certain [he said] that your soul has had its full development? Do you breathe in air through 
every pore of it? Do your eyes see all they can see [4:126].[**] 

[204-l]*This recalls Whitman 's: "The eyesight has another eyesight, and the hearing another 
hearing, and the voice another voice" [193: 342]. 

A glance at a few of his letters to an intimate friend at the period will throw light on our present 

"August, 1833. The 'Medecin de Campagne' will reach you next week. It has cost me ten times the 
work that 'Louis Lambert' did. There is not a sentence, not an idea, which has not been viewed and 
reviewed, read and reread, and corrected; the labor was frightful. I may now die in peace. I have 
done a great work for my country. To my mind it is better to have written this book than to have 
made laws and to have won battles. It is the gospel in action" [4: 143]. 

"October, 1833. Do you know how the 'Medecin' has been received? By a torrent of insults. The 
three newspapers of my own party which have spoken of it have done so with the utmost contempt 
for the work and its author" [4: 143]. 

"December, 1835. Never has the torrent which bears me onward been so rapid; no more terribly 
majestic work has ever compelled the human brain. I go to my toil as a gambler to cards. I sleep 
only five hours and work eighteen; I shall end by killing myself [4: 145]. 

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Like all men of his class~i.e., like all men glorified by the divine spark which is the subject of this 
poor volume—Balzac was greatly loved by those who were brought in contact with him. 

His servants loved him. Rose, the cook, a true cordon bleu (we called her La Grande Nanon), used 
to go into despair when her master, in his working months, neglected her dainty dishes. I have seen 
her come into his room on tiptoe, bringing a delicious consomme, and trembling with eagerness to 
see him drink it. Balzac would catch sight of her; perhaps the fumes of the soup would reach his 
olfactories; then he would toss back his mane of hair with an impatient jerk of his head, and exclaim 
in his roughest and most surly voice: "Rose, go away; I don't want anything; let me alone!" "But 
mossieu will ruin his health if he goes on in this way; mossieu will fall ill!" "No, no! Let me alone, I 
say!" in a thundering voice. "I don't want anything; you worry me; go away!" Then the good soul 
would turn to go slowly, very slowly, muttering: "To take such pains to please mossieu! and such a 
soup—how good it smells! Why should mossieu keep me in his service if he doesn't want what I do 
for him?" This was too much for Balzac. He called her back, drank the soup at a gulp and said in his 
kindest voice, as she went off radiant to her kitchen: "Now, Rose, don't let this happen again!" 
When his microscopic groom, a poor little orphan whom he called Gain de mil, died, Balzac took 
extreme care of him, and never failed to go and see him daily during his illness. Yes, God had given 
my great writer a heart of gold; and those who really knew him adored him. He possessed the art of 
making others love him to such a degree that in his presence they forgot any real or fancied 
complaint against him, and only remembered the affection they bore him [4: 162-3]. 

It has been said: "Few writers have been greater than Balzac in the exhibition of the moral 
qualities." But says Goethe: "Wenn ihr nicht fullt ihr Werdet's nicht erjagen." If a man is destitute of 
a given faculty it is useless for him to attempt to describe it. 

How is it that, as Hugo says, "A genius is an accursed man?" That the men having the greatest 
qualities are precisely those men who are accredited with the absence of these? And, to come back 
to Balzac, why should it be doubted that this man— who gave every proof of moral greatness— was 
great by his moral as well as his intellectual qualities? Simply because it is easier to misunderstand 
than to understand men of his class, and because when we do not understand we incline to infer the 
worst rather than the best. 

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The fact is, as has been said: "Balzac is a moralist, the greatest moralist of the nineteenth century, 
one who does not preach but shows the truth" [4: 178]. 

So Bacon, although in his prose works he may be said to preach, yet these works were intended as 
merely introductory to others which were to show the truth. In the "Plan" of his life work, the 
"Instauratio Magna," he divides this last into six parts: (I) The division of the sciences, represented 
by the "De Augmentis"; (II) "The New Organon"; (III) "The Phenomena of the Universe," 
represented by his natural history books; (IV) "The Ladder of the Intellect," represented by the 
"Comedies"; (V) "The Forerunners," represented by the "Histories," and (VI) "The New 
Philosophy," represented by the "Tragedies." 

Speaking now [34: 51] of IV (the "Comedies"), and describing the aim of that part, he says that this 
does not consist of precepts and rules (for, he says, I have given plenty of these in the "Novum 
Organum"), but of actual "types and models" by which those things which are to be taught are "set 
as it were before the eyes." Then of VI (the "Tragedies") he says that this part consists not in "mere 
felicity of speculation," but that it presents (as we know it does) "the real business and fortunes of 
the human race." "For God forbid," he continues, "that we should give out a dream of our own 
imagination for a pattern of the world; rather may he graciously grant to us to write an apocalypse 
or true vision of the footsteps of the Creator imprinted on his creatures." Neither did Jesus, nor 
Whitman, nor any of these men, preach, but they all showed the truth, each in his own way, in his 
life and in his spoken or written word. 

Another trait that seems common to these men—absorption in their own time—has been noted of 
Balzac. Theophile Gautier dwells at length on what he calls the absolute modernity of Balzac's 
genius. "Balzac owes nothing," he says, "to antiquity. For him there are neither Greeks nor Romans, 
nor any trace in the composition of his talent of Homer, or Virgil, or Horace— no one was ever less 
classic" [4: 170]. 

"One might suppose that his feelings would have been hurt 

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when he found the way barred against his entrance to the Academy. But he behaved with dignity 
and withdrew his name when failure seemed probable. 'The matter does not stir my feelings very 
much,' he said; 'some persons think not at all, but they are mistaken. If I do get there, so much the 
better; if I do not, no matter'" [4: 190]. 

George Sand bears witness of him as follows: 

"He searched for treasures and found none but those he bore within him— his intellect, his spirit of 
observation, his marvellous capacity, his strength, his gaiety, his goodness of heart— in a word, his 

"Sober in all respects, his morals were pure; he dreaded excesses as the death of talent; he cherished 
women by his heart or his head, and his life from early youth was that of an anchorite" [4: 201]. 

"He has seen all and said all, comprehended all and divined all— how, then, can he be immoral? . . . 

"Balzac has been reproached for having no principles because he has, as I think, no positive 
convictions on questions of fact in religion, art, politics or even love" [4: 203]. 

This is a highly significant statement. Every one of these people has been judged in the same way 
by contemporaries. Why? Because they have no opinions or principles in the sense in which their 
neighbors have them. The things that seem vital to those about them seem to them of no import. 
And the things that are of value to them are out of sight of the rest. 

Here is Gautier's evidence as to the kind of man he was (it ought to be quoted in full, but that is 
impossible in this place): 

When I saw Balzac for the first time he was about thirty-six, and his personality was one of those 
that are never forgotten. In his presence Shakespeare's words came to my memory—before him 
"nature might stand up and say to all the world: This was a man." He wore the monk's habit of 
white flannel or cashmere, in which, some time later, he made Louis Boulanger paint him. What 
fancy had led him to choose, in preference to all other costumes, this particular one, which he 
always wore, I do not know. Perhaps it symbolized to his eyes the cloistral life to which his work 
condemned him; and, 

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benedictine of romance, he wore the robe. However that may be, it became him wonderfully. 

He boasted, .showing me his spotless sleeves, that he never dropped the least spot of ink upon it; 
"for," he added, "a true literary man ought to be clean at his work." 

Then, after describing other features, Gautier goes on: 

As to his eyes, there were never any like them; they had a life, a light, an inconceivable magnetism; 
the whites of the eyeballs was pure, limpid, with a bluish tinge, like that of an infant or a virgin, 
enclosing two black diamonds, dashed at moments with gold reflections—eyes to make an eagle 
drop his lids— eyes to read through walls and into bosoms or to terrify a furious wild beast— the eyes 
of a sovereign, a seer, a subjugator. The habitual expression of the face was that of puissant hilarity, 
of Rabelaisian and monachal joy. 

Strange as it may seem to say so in the nineteenth century, Balzac was a seer. His power as an 
observer, his discernment as a physiologist, his genius as a writer, do not sufficiently account for the 
infinite variety of the two or three thousand types which play a role more or less important in his 
human comedy. He did not copy them: he lived them ideally. He wore their clothes, contracted their 
habits, moved in their surroundings, was themselves, during the necessary time [4:204-8]. 

As another man of the same class says of himself: "I am a free companion." "My voice is the wife's 
voice." "I am the hounded slave." "I am an old Artillerist." "I am the mashed fireman." "It is I let out 
in the morning and barred at night." "Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up, too, and am 
tried and sentenced." "Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp. My 
face is ash colored, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat." "Askers embody themselves in 
me and I am embodied in them. I project my hat, sit shamefaced and beg." Gautier goes on: 

And yet Balzac, immense in brain, penetrating physiologist, profound observer, intuitive spirit, did 
not possess the literary gift. In him yawned an abyss between thought and form [4: 209]. 

Here is a curious thing. How is it that these men who form the mind of the race can seldom or never 
(at least according to their contemporaries) write their own language decently According to Renan 
(and he does not seem to be contradicted) Paul's 

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style was about as bad as possible ("sans charme; la forme, en est apre est presvue toujour denuee 

Mohammed can hardly be said to have written, and in his day and country there was no recognized 
standard with which to compare his language. The author of the "Shakespeare" drama was for long 
ranked as a writer below the meanest pamphleteer. And down to the present moment scarcely a man 
has defended Walt Whitman from the purely literary point of view, while thousands have utterly 
condemned him. 

But the writings of Paul dominate whole continents. Mohammed's utterances hold in spiritual 
subjection two hundred millions of people. The author of "Hamlet" has been called, and rightly 
called, "The Lord of Civilization." And Walt Whitman's will probably eventually be seen to be the 
strongest voice of the nineteenth century. 

The seeming anomaly is perhaps easily explained. In each generation there are certain men, who are 
never large in number, who possess the literary instinct, and there are also certain men who are 
endowed with Cosmic Consciousness, but there is no reason whatever why the two endowments 
should unite. If they do so it is a mere accident. The man with the literary instinct writes for the sake 
of writing. He feels that he has the faculty, and, looking about for a subject, or for one subject after 
another, he writes upon it or them. The man endowed with Cosmic Consciousness has almost 
certainly no literary instinct (the chance is millions to one against it), but he sees certain things 
which he feels he must tell. He simply, with might and main, does the best he can. The importance 
of his message causes him to be read. His personality, as it becomes recognized, causes everything 
in immediate connection with him to be admired, and in the end he is perhaps held up as a model of 

Madame Surville continuing, says: "The attacks against my brother increased rather than lessened; 
the critics, unable to repeat the same things forever, changed their batteries and accused him of 
immorality. These accusations were very injurious to my brother; they grieved him deeply, and 
sometimes they disheartened 

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him" [4: 242]. The old, old story, but never worn out, never threadbare, always as ready for service, 
as fresh and, alas! as fatal as ever. 

The foregoing few brief extracts suggest the kind of man Balzac was as seen from the outside. It is 
clear from them, to any one in a position to judge, that he was such a person as might very probably 
be so endowed, and it only remains to show from his own words—words that could not otherwise 
have been written— that he was really one of the illuminati— a man possessing the rare and splendid 
faculty called Cosmic Consciousness. 

And first a few short extracts, written by Balzac of himself, and which give us glimpses of the inner 
man before the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense. 

It will be noticed that he, like all men of the class to which he belongs, was religious, though not 
quite in the orthodox way; these men seldom adhere to a church. A "specialist" may found a 
religion; he seldom belongs to one. "Specialists" are for religion, not for a religion. So Balzac tells 
us of himself under the name of "Louis Lambert:" 

Though naturally religious, he did not share in the minute observances of the Roman Church; his 
ideas were more particularly in sympathy with those of St. Theresa, Fenelon, several of the fathers 
and a few saints, who would be treated in our day as heretics or atheists. He was unmoved during 
the church services. Prayer, with him, proceeded from an impulse, a movement, an elevation of the 
spirit, which followed no regular course; in all things he gave himself up to nature, and would 
neither pray nor think at settled periods [5:73]. 

The limit which most brains attain was the point of departure from which his was one day to start in 
search of new regions of intelligence [5:79]. 

Later he makes this remark about himself: 

The seed has swelled and germinated. Philosophers may regret the foliage, struck with frost ere it 
burgeoned, but they shall one day see the perfect flower blooming in regions higher far than the 
highest places of the earth [5: 84]. 

In his further fragmentary, veiled and mystic narration of the actual oncoming of the Cosmic Sense, 
it is important, for the present argument, to notice that: (a) He had no idea what had happened to 
him. (b) He was seized with terror [5: 129]. (c) He 

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debated seriously with himself whether he was not insane, (d) He considers (or reconsiders) the 
question of marriage—doubts that it will be "an obstacle to the perfectability of his interior senses 
and to his flight through the spiritual worlds" [5:131] and seems to decide against it. And, in fact, 
when we consider the antagonistic attitude of so many of the great cases toward this relation 
(Gautama, Jesus, Paul, Whitman, etc.), there seems little doubt that anything like a general 
possession of Cosmic Consciousness must abolish marriage as we know it to-day. 


Balzac must have attained to Cosmic Consciousness about 1831 or 1832, at the age of thirty-two or 
thirty-three. It was at this time he began writing his great books. But it is especially important at 
present to note that in 1832 he wrote "Louis Lambert" and in 1833 "Seraphita." 

In these two books he describes the new sense more fully than it had ever been described elsewhere. 
In "Louis Lambert" he gives a bold, plain common sense description of it which is especially 
valuable for our present purpose. Then the next year, after writing that work, he composed 
"Seraphita," the object of which was to delineate a person who was possessed of the great faculty. 
The two taken together prove the possession of the faculty by their author. "Seraphita" must be read 
entire to be understood and appreciated, and so, of course, ought "Louis Lambert"; but the evidence 
now needed may be obtained from the latter within the compass of a few pages. The extracts are 
from A. P. Wormley's translation, which has been compared with the original and found faithful. 

The world of ideas divides itself into three spheres—that of instinct; that of abstraction; that of 
specialism [5: 141]. 

The greater part of visible humanity— that is, the weaker part— inhabits the sphere of instinctivity. 
The instinctives 

There are in the intellect three stages—simple consciousness, self consciousness and Cosmic 

It is, of course, not true that the bulk of the race has simple and not self consciousness. It is in fact 
the latter that constitutes a given creature a man. But it is true [p. 212] (what Balzac means) that 
with the mass simple consciousness plays a far greater part than self consciousness. The "weaker 
part" do live in simple far more than in self consciousness. 

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are bom, work and die without rising to the second degree of human intelligence—namely, 
abstraction [5: 142]. 

At abstraction society[**] begins. Though abstraction as compared with instinct is an almost divine 
power, it is infinitely feeble compared with the endowment of specialism, which alone can explain 
God. Abstraction comprises within it a whole nature in germ, as potentially as the seed contains the 
system of a plant and all its products. From abstraction are derived laws, arts, interests, social ideas. 
It is the glory and scourge of the world. Glorious, it creates societies; baneful, it exempts man from 
entering the path of specialism which leads to the infinite. Man judges all things by his 
abstractions— good, evil, virtue, crime. His formulas of right are his scales, and his justice is blind; 
the justice of God sees— in that is everything. There are, necessarily, intermediate beings who 
separate the kingdom of instinctives from the kingdom of the abstractives, in whom instinctivity 
mixes with abstractivity in endless variety of proportion. Some have more of the former than of the 
latter, and vice versa. Also there are beings in whom the action of each is neutralized, because both 
are moved by an equal force [5:142]. 

[**] Specialism consists in seeing the things of the material world as well as those of the spiritual 
world in their original and consequential ramifications. The highest human genius is that which 
starts from the shadows of abstraction to advance into the light of specialism. (Specialism, species, 
sight, speculation, seeing all, and that at one glance; speculum, the mirror or means of estimating a 
thing by seeing it in its entirety). Jesus was a specialist. He saw the deed in its roots and in its 
products; in the past, which begot it; in the present, where it is manifested; in the future, where it 
develops; [**] his sight penetrated the understanding of others. The perfection of the inward sight 
gives birth to the gift of specialism. Specialism carries with it intuition. Intuition is a faculty of the 
inner man, of whom specialism is an attribute. 

[212-1]* At abstraction— i.e., at self consciousness— humanity, and therefore human society, begins. 
"Specialism alone can explain God." Let it be noted in this connection that all religion worthy of the 
name— Buddhism, Mohammedanism, Christianity and possibly others— has sprung from 
specialism— i.e.. Cosmic Consciousness. "I" [Christ, Cosmic Sense] "am the way, the truth and the 
life, no one comes to God but by me." It is not so clear how self consciousness bars the way to 
Cosmic Consciousness. It seems, on the contrary, the necessary and only road which could lead 
there. Many of the illuminated, however, take the same view as Balzac, and they ought to be the 
best judges. 

[212-2]* Note that Balzac is only speaking of Cosmic Consciousness from the point of view of 
"ideas." He therefore does not tell us here of the moral exaltation which is an essential part of it. He 
gives that aspect, however, very fully in "Seraphita." 

[212-3]* As says Dante: "Even as earthly minds see that two obtuse angles are not contained in a 
triangle, so thou [the Cosmic Sense], gazing upon the point to which all times are present, seest 
contingent things ere in themselves they are" [72: 111.] 

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[**] Between the sphere of specialism and the sphere of abstraction, and likewise between those 
spheres and that of instinctivity, we find beings in whom the diverse attributes of the two kingdoms 
are mingled, producing a mixed nature—the man of genius [5:143]. 

[**] The specialist is necessarily the loftiest expression of man—the link which connects the visible 
to the superior worlds. He acts, he sees, he feels through his inner being. The abstractive thinks. The 
instinctive simply acts [5:144]. 

[**] Hence three degrees for man. As an instinctive he is below the level; as an abstractive he 
attains to it; as a specialist he rises above it. Specialism opens to man his true career: the Infinite 
dawns upon him— he catches a glimpse of his destiny [5: 144]. 

[213-1]* "Natura non facit saltum:" There must be a gradual passage from simple to self and from 
self to Cosmic Consciousness— i.e., there must be a way of passing gradually. Nevertheless nothing 
is more sure than that the passage from simple to self and from self to Cosmic Consciousness is 
commonly made with a sudden and often terribly startling jump. But that the conditions may not 
blend and overlap one another, as Balzac says, it would be well not to be too positive. 

[213-2]* The state of Cosmic Consciousness is undoubtedly the highest that we can at present 
conceive, but it does not follow that there are not higher nor that we may not eventually attain to 

[213-3]* With simple consciousness only man is not yet man— he is the alalus homo. With self 
consciousness he is what we know him-With Cosmic Consciousness he is as we sea him (or rather 
do not see him; for who of us really sees these men?) in Jesus, Mohammed, Balzac, Whitman. 
When the race shall have attained to Cosmic Consciousness, as in the far past it attained to self 
consciousness, another start will be made on another level. Man will enter into his heritage and into 
his true work. 

Balzac proceeds as follows: 

[**] There exists three worlds— the natural world, the spiritual world, the divine world. Humanity 
moves hither and thither in the natural world, which is fixed neither in its essence nor in its 
properties. The spiritual world is fixed in its essence and variable in its properties. The divine world 
is fixed in its properties and its essence. Consequently there is a material worship, a spiritual 
worship, a divine worship; which three are manifested by action, word and prayer, or (to express it 
otherwise) deed, understanding, love. The instinctive desires deeds; the abstractive turns to ideas; 
the specialist sees the end, he aspires to God, whom [p. 214] he inwardly perceives or contemplate. 

[213-4]* In other words: The men who live entirely or almost entirely in simple consciousness float 
on the stream of time as do the animals— drift with the seasons, the food supply, etc., etc., as a leaf 
drifts on a current, not self-moved or self-balanced, but moved by outer influences and balanced by 
the natural forces as are the animals and the trees. The fully self-conscious man takes stock of 
himself and is, so to say, self-centered. He feels that he is a fixed point. He judges all things with 
reference to that point. But outside of himself (we know) there is nothing fixed. He trusts in what he 
calls God and he does not trust in him— he is a deist, an atheist, a Christian, a Buddhist. He believes 
in science, but science is constantly changing and will rarely tell him, in any case, anything worth 
knowing. He is fixed, then, at one point and moves freely on that. The man with Cosmic 


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being conscious of himself and conscious of the Cosmos, its meaning and drift, is fixed both 
without and within, "in his essence and in his properties." The creature with simple consciousness 
only is a straw floating on a tide, it moves freely with every influence. The self-conscious man is a 
needle pivoted by its centre—fixed in one point but revolving freely on that. The man with Cosmic 
Consciousness is the same needle magnetized. It is still fixed by its centre, but besides that it points 
steadily to the north—it has found something real and permanent outside of itself toward which it 
cannot but steadily look. 

[**] Therefore perhaps one day the inverse sense of et verbo caro factum will be the epitome of a 
new gospel which will read: and the flesh shall be made the word; it shall become the utterance of 
God [5:145]. 

[**] The "resurrection" is not of the so-called dead, but of the living who are "dead" in the sense of 
never having entered upon true life. 

[214-1]* When the whole race shall have attained to Cosmic Consciousness our idea of God shall 
be realized in man. 

[214-2]* The resurrection is brought about by the winds of heaven which sweep the worlds. The 
angel bom upon the blast saith not: "Ye Dead, arise;" he saith, "Arise, ye living" [5:145]. 



a. We do not know of any day and hour when the Cosmic Sense declared itself 

b. We know nothing about a subjective light. 

c. We know that Balzac had the intensely earnest nature and the spiritual aspiration which seems 
necessarily to precede, though it often exists without leading up to, illumination. 

d. We know that Balzac, after a certain age, had the almost preternatural intellectual and moral 
qualities which are characteristic of the Cosmic Sense. 

e. But the proof that Balzac was a case of Cosmic Consciousness rests upon the fact that he has 
accurately defined and described the mental status so named, and he could not have described the 
condition if he had not experienced it. 

f He not only describes it in great detail, as in "Louis Lambert," and ascribes it there to himself— for 
that book is openly 

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autobiographic; but still more, in "Seraphita" he creates a personality in which the Cosmic Sense is 
the chief element and in the course of the narrative brings in every characteristic feature of the 
same, and to do this the possession of the Cosmic Sense was an absolute prerequisite. 

g. To any one who realizes what the Cosmic Sense is it is as certain that Balzac possessed it as that 
he possessed eyesight. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Walt Whitman. 

BORN 1819; died 1892. 

In each of these instances of so-called Cosmic Consciousness it would be proper to give a fairly 
exhaustive account of the external life of the man as well as of his teaching, since the one does, and 
ought to be shown to, corroborate the other It would not, however, be possible to do this and still 
keep the argument within reasonable limits. Fortunately, too, it is not absolutely necessary; most of 
the men in question being so well known. Also it may be said that the present volume is intended 
not so much to teach anything as to show that there exists a certain lesson to be learned and to 
indicate where it may be studied. This volume is not so much a road as a finger post on a road. Its 
greatest value (if it have any) will be to lead to the serious study of certain men of an exceptional 
type; not one or the other of them, but as a group and from a particular standpoint. While it is 
necessary, then, to say a few words about Walt Whitman here, it will be well for the reader to be far 
from satisfied with these but to seek elsewhere a much more complete statement of the life and 
thought of this remarkable man. The following brief description is taken from the writer's "Life of 
Whitman" [38], written in the summer of 1880, while he was visiting the author. Walt Whitman was 
then sixty-one years of age: 

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At first sight he looks much older, so that he is often supposed to be seventy or even eighty. He is 
six feet in height, and quite straight. He weighs nearly two hundred pounds. His body and limbs are 
full-sized and well proportioned. His head is large and rounded in every direction, the top a little 
higher than a semicircle from the front to the back would make it. Though his face and head give 
the appearance of being plentifully supplied with hair, the crown is moderately bald; on the side and 
back the hair is long, very fine, and nearly snow white. The eyebrows are highly arched, so that it is 
a long distance from the eye to the centre of the eyebrow (this is the facial feature that strikes one 
most at first sight). The eyes themselves are light blue, not large—indeed, in proportion to the head 
and face they seem rather small; they are dull and heavy, not expressive—what expression they have 
is kindness, composure, suavity. The eyelids are full, the upper commonly droops nearly half over 
the globe of the eye. The nose is broad, strong, and quite straight; it is full-sized, but not large in 
proportion to the rest of the face; it does not descend straight from the forehead, but dips down 
somewhat between the eyes with a long sweep. The mouth is full-sized, the lips full. The sides and 

lower part of the face are covered with a fine white beard, which is long enough to come down a 
little on the breast. The upper lip bears a heavy moustache. The ear is very large, especially long 
from above downwards, heavy and remarkably handsome. I believe all the poet's senses are 
exceptionally acute, his hearing especially so; no sound or modulation of sound perceptible to 
others escapes him, and he seems to hear many things that to ordinary folk are inaudible. I have 
heard him speak of hearing the grass grow and the trees coming out in leaf His cheeks are round 
and smooth. His face has no lines expressive of care, or weariness, or age~it is the white hair and 
beard, and his feebleness in walking (due to paralysis) that make him appear old. The habitual 
expression of his face is repose, but there is a well-marked firmness and decision. I have never seen 
his look, even momentarily, express contempt, or any vicious feeling. I have never known him to 
sneer at any person or thing, or to manifest 

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in any way or degree either alarm or apprehension, though he has in my presence been placed in 
circumstances that would have caused both in most men. His complexion is peculiar—a bright 
maroon tint, which, contrasting with his white hair and beard, makes an impression very striking. 
His body is not white like that of all others whom I have seen of the English or Teutonic stock—it 
has a delicate but well-marked rose color All his features are large and massive, but so proportioned 
as not to look heavy. His face is the noblest I have ever seen. 

No description can give any idea of the extraordinary physical attractiveness of the man. I do not 
speak now of the affection of friends and of those who are much with him, but of the magnetism 
exercised by him upon people who merely see him for a few minutes or pass him on the street. An 
intimate friend of the author's, after knowing Walt Whitman a few days, said in a letter: "As for 
myself, it seems to me now that I have always known him and loved him." 

And in another letter, written from a town where the poet had been staying for a few days, the same 
person says: "Do you know every one who met him here seems to love him?" 

The following is the experience of a person well known to the present writer: He called on Walt 
Whitman and spent an hour at his home in Camden, in the autumn of 1877. He had never seen the 
poet before, but he had been profoundly reading his works for some years. He said that Walt 
Whitman only spoke to him about a hundred words altogether, and these quite ordinary and 
commonplace; that he did not realize anything peculiar while with him, but shortly after leaving a 
state of mental exaltation set in, which he could only describe by comparing to slight intoxication 
by champagne, or to falling in love, and this exaltation, he said, lasted at least six weeks in a clearly 
marked degree, so that, for at least that length of time, he was plainly different from his ordinary 
self Neither, he said, did it then or since pass away, though it ceased to be felt as something new 
and strange, but became a permanent element in his life, a strong and living force (as he described 
it), making for purity and happiness. I may add 

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that this person's whole life has been changed by that contact— his temper, character, entire spiritual 
being, outer life, conversation, etc., elevated and purified in an extraordinary degree. He tells me 
that at first he used often to speak to friends and acquaintances of his feeling for Walt Whitman and 
the "Leaves," but after a time he found that he could not make himself understood, and that some 
even thought his mental balance impaired. He gradually learned to keep silence upon the subject, 
but the feeling did not abate, nor its influence upon his life grow less. 

Walt Whitman's dress was always extremely plain. He usually wore in pleasant weather a light gray 

suit of good woolen cloth. The only thing peculiar about his dress was that he had no necktie at any 
time, and always wore shirts with very large turndown collars, the button at the neck some five or 
six inches lower than usual, so that the throat and upper part of the breast were exposed. In all other 
respects he dressed in a substantial, neat, plain, common way. Everything he wore and everything 
about him was always scrupulously clean. His clothes might (and often did) show signs of wear, or 
they might be torn or have holes worn in them, but they never looked soiled. Indeed, an exquisite 
aroma of cleanliness has always been one of the special features of the man; it has always belonged 
to his clothes, his breath, his whole body, his eating and drinking, his conversation, and no one 
could know him for an hour without seeing that it penetrated his mind and life, and was in fact the 
expression of a purity which was physical as much as moral and moral as much as physical. 

Walt Whitman, in my talks with him at that time, always disclaimed any lofty intention in himself 
or his poems. If you accepted his explanations they were simple and commonplace. But when you 
came to think about these explanations, and to enter into the spirit of them, you found that the 
simple and commonplace with him included the ideal and the spiritual. So it may be said that 
neither he nor his writings are growths of the ideal from the real, but are the actual real lifted up into 
the ideal. With Walt Whitman his body, his outward life, his inward spiritual existence and his 
poetry were all one; in every respect each tallied 

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the other, and any one of them could always be inferred from any other. He said to me one day (I 
forget now in what connection): "I have imagined a life which should be that of the average man in 
average circumstances, and still grand, heroic." There is no doubt that such an ideal had been 
constantly before his mind, and that all he did, said, wrote, thought and felt, had been and were, 
from moment to moment, molded upon it. His manner was curiously calm and self-contained. He 
seldom became excited in conversation, or at all events seldom showed excitement; he rarely raised 
his voice or used any gestures. I never knew him to be in a bad temper. He seemed always pleased 
with those about him. He did not generally wait for a formal introduction; upon meeting any person 
for the first time he very likely stepped forward, held out his hand (either left or right, whichever 
happened to be disengaged), and the person and he were acquainted at once. People could not tell 
why they liked him. They said there was something attractive about him; that he had a great deal of 
personal magnetism, or made some other vague explanation that meant nothing. One very clever 
musical person, who spent a couple of days in my house while Walt Whitman was there, said to me 
on going away: "I know what it is; it is his wonderful voice that makes it so pleasant to be with 
him." I said: "Yes, perhaps it is; but where did his voice get that charm?' 

Though he would sometimes not touch a book for a week, he generally spent a part (though not a 
large part) of each day in reading. Perhaps he would read on an average a couple of hours a day. He 
seldom read any book deliberately through, and there was no more (apparent) system about his 
reading than in anything else that he did; that is to say, there was no system about it at all. If he sat 
in the library an hour, he would have half a dozen to a dozen volumes about him, on the table, on 
chairs and on the floor He seemed to read a few pages here and a few pages there, and pass from 
place to place, from volume to volume, doubtless pursuing some clue or thread of his own. 
Sometimes (though very seldom) he would get sufficiently interested in a volume to read it all. I 
think he read almost, if not quite the whole, 

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of Renouf s "Egypt," and Bruschbey's "Egypt," but these cases were exceptional. In his way of 
reading he dipped into histories, essays, metaphysical, religious and scientific treatises, novels and 
poetry—though I think he read less poetry than anything else. He read no language but English, yet I 

believe he knew a great deal more French, German and Spanish than he would own to. But if you 
took his own word for it, he knew very little of any subject. 

His favorite occupation seemed to be strolling or sauntering about outdoors by himself, looking at 
the grass, the trees, the flowers, the vistas of light, the varying aspects of the sky, and listening to 
the birds, the crickets, the tree-frogs, the wind in the trees, and all the hundreds of natural sounds. It 
was evident that these things gave him a feeling of pleasure far beyond what they give to ordinary 
people. Until I knew the man it had not occurred to me that anyone could derive so much absolute 
happiness and ample fulfilment from these things as he evidently did. He himself never spoke of all 
this pleasure. I dare say he hardly thought of it, but anyone who watched him could see plainly that 
in his case it was real and deep. 

He had a way of singing, generally in an undertone, wherever he was or whatever he was doing, 
when alone. You would hear him the first thing in the morning while he was taking his bath and 
dressing (he would then perhaps sing out in full, ballads or martial songs), and a large part of the 
time that he sauntered outdoors during the day he sang, usually tunes without words, or a formless 
recitative. Sometimes he would recite poetry, generally, I think, from Shakespeare or Homer, once 
in a while from Bryant or others. He spent very little time in writing. It is probable that he never did 
give much time to that occupation. He wrote few private letters. While he was with us he would 
write a letter to a Canadian paper, about his travels, his condition, and his latest doings and 
thoughts, and get fifty or a hundred copies and send them to his friends and relations, especially the 
girls and young folks, and make that do for correspondence. Almost 

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all his writing was done with a pencil in a sort of loose book that he carried in his breast pocket. The 
book consisted of a few sheets of good white paper, folded and fastened with a pin or two. He said 
he had tried all sorts of note-books and he liked that kind best. The literary work that he did was 
done at all sorts of times, and generally on his knee, impromptu, and often outdoors. Even in a room 
with the usual conveniences for writing he did not use a table; he put a book on his knee, or held it 
in his left hand, laid his paper upon it and wrote so. His handwriting was clear and plain, every 
letter being perfectly formed. 

He was very fond of flowers, either wild or cultivated; would often gather and arrange an immense 
bouquet of them for the dinner-table, for the room where he sat, or for his bed-room; wore a bud or 
just-started rose, or perhaps a geranium, pinned to the lapel of his coat, a great part of the time; did 
not seem to have much preference for one kind over any other; liked all sorts. I think he admired 
lilacs and sunflowers just as much as roses. Perhaps, indeed, no man who ever lived liked so many 
things and disliked so few as Walt Whitman. All natural objects seemed to have a charm for him; all 
sights and sounds, outdoors and indoors, seemed to please him. He appeared to like (and I believe 
he did like) all the men, women and children he saw (though I never knew him to say that he liked 
anyone), but each who knew him felt that he liked him or her, and that he liked others also. He was 
in this and in everything entirely natural and unconventional. When he did express a preference for 
any person (which was very seldom) he would indicate it in some indirect way; for instance, I have 
known him to say: "Goodbye, my love," to a young married lady he had only seen a few times. 

He was especially fond of children, and all children liked and trusted him at once. Often the little 
ones, if tired out and fretful, the moment he took them up and caressed them, would cease crying, 
and perhaps go to sleep in his arms. One day several ladies, the poet and myself, attended a picnic 
given to hundreds of poor children in London. I lost sight of my friend for perhaps an 

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hour, and when I found him again he was sitting in a quiet nook by the river side, with a rosy-faced 
child of four or five years old, tired out and sound asleep in his lap. 

For young and old his touch had a charm that cannot be de. scribed, and if it could the description 
would not be believed except by those who knew him either personally or through "Leaves of 
Grass." This charm (physiological more than psychological), if understood would explain the whole 
mystery of the man, and how he produced such effects not only upon the well, but among the sick 
and wounded. 

It is certain, also, perhaps contrary to what I have given, that there is another phase, and a very real 
one, to the basis of his character. An elderly gentleman I talked with (he is a portrait painter and a 
distant relative of the poet), who was much with him, particularly through the years of his middle 
age and later (1845 to 1870), tells me that Walt Whitman, in the elements of his character, had 
deepest sternness and hauteur, not easily aroused, but coming forth at times, and then well 
understood by those who knew him best as something not to be trifled with. The gentleman alluded 
to (he is a reader and thorough accepter of "Leaves of Grass") agrees with me in my delineation of 
his benevolence, evenness and tolerant optimism, yet insists that at the inner framework of the poet 
there has always been, as he expresses it, "a combination of hot blood and fighting qualities." He 
says my outline applies more especially to his later years; that Walt Whitman has gradually brought 
to the front the attributes I dwell upon, and given them control. His theory is, in almost his own 
words, that there are two natures in Walt Whitman. The one is of immense suavity, self-control, a 
mysticism like the occasional fits of Socrates, and a pervading Christ-like benevolence, tenderness 
and sympathy (the sentiment of the intaglio frontispiece portrait, which I showed him, and he said 
he had seen exactly that look "in the old man," and more than once during 1863-'64, though he 
never observed it before or since). But these qualities, though he has enthroned them and for many 
years governed his life by them, are duplicated by far sterner ones. No doubt 

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he has mastered the latter, but he has them. How could Walt Whitman (said my interlocutor) have 
taken the attitude toward evil, and things evil, which is behind every page of his utterance in 
"Leaves of Grass" from first to last— so different on that subject from every writer known, new or 
old—unless he enfolded all that evil within him. 

Then there was another side to the picture— the indispensable exception that proved the rule. This 
man, the sight of whom excited such extraordinary affection, whose voice had for most of those 
who heard it such a wonderful charm, whose touch possessed a power which no words can 
express— in rare instances, this man, like the magnet, repelled as well as attracted. As there were 
those who instinctively loved him, so there were others, here and there, who instinctively disliked 
him. As his poetic utterances were so ridiculous to many, even his personal appearance, in not a few 
cases, aroused equally sarcastic remark. His large figure, his red face, his copious beard, his loose 
and free attire, his rolling and unusually ample shirt-collar, without necktie and always wide open at 
the throat, all met at times with jeers and explosive laughter 

He did not talk much. Sometimes, while remaining cheery and good-natured, he would speak very 
little all day. His conversation, when he did talk, was at all times easy and unconstrained. I never 
knew him to argue or dispute, and he never spoke about money. He always justified, sometimes 
playfully, sometimes quite seriously, those who spoke harshly of himself or his writings, and I often 
thought he even took pleasure in those sharp criticisms, slanders and the opposition of enemies. He 
said that his critics were quite right, that behind what his friends saw he was not at all what he 
seemed, and that, from the point of view of his foes, his book deserved all the hard things they 

could say of it—and that he himself undoubtedly deserved them and plenty more. 

When I first knew Walt Whitman I used to think that he watched himself, and did not allow his 
tongue to give expression to feelings of fretfulness, antipathy, complaint and remonstrance. 

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It did not occur to me as possible that these mental states could be absent in him. After long 
observation, however, and talking to others who had known him for many years, I satisfied myself 
that such absence or unconsciousness was entirely real. His deep, clear and earnest voice made a 
good part, though not all, of the charm of the simplest things he said— a voice not characteristic of 
any special nationality or dialect. If he said (as he sometimes would involuntarily on stepping to the 
door and looking out), "Oh, the beautiful sky!" or, "Oh, the beautiful grass!" the words produced the 
effect of sweet music. 

He said, one day, while talking about some fine scenery and the desire to go and see it (and he 
himself was very fond of new scenery): "After all, the great lesson is that no special natural sights— 
not Alps, Niagara, Yosemite or anything else— is more grand or more beautiful than the ordinary 
sunrise and sunset, earth and sky, the common trees and grass." Properly understood, I believe this 
suggests the central teaching of his writings and life— namely, that the commonplace is the grandest 
of all things; that the exceptional in any line is no finer, better or more beautiful than the usual, and 
that what is really wanting is not that we should possess something we have not at present, but that 
our eyes should be opened to see and our hearts to feel what we all have. 

He never spoke deprecatingly of any nationality or class of men, or time in the world's history, or 
feudalism, or against any trades or occupations— not even against any animals, insects, plants or 
inanimate things, nor any of the laws of nature, or any of the results of those laws, such as illness, 
deformity or death. He never complained or grumbled either at the weather, pain, illness or at 
anything else. He never in conversation, in any company, or under any circumstances, used 
language that could be thought indelicate (of course he has used language in his poems which has 
been thought indelicate, but none that is so). In fact, I have never known of his uttering a word or a 
sentiment which might not be published without any prejudice to his fame. He never swore; he 
could not very well, since as far as I know he never spoke in anger, and apparently never was angry. 
He never 

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exhibited fear, and I do not believe he ever felt it. His conversation, mainly toned low, was always 
agreeable and usually instructive. He never made compliments, very seldom apologized, used the 
common forms of civility, such as "if you please" and "thank you," quite sparingly, usually made a 
smile or a nod answer for them. He was, in my experience of him, not given to speculating on 
abstract questions (though I have heard others say that there were no subjects in which he so much 
delighted) . He never gossiped. He seldom talked about private people, even to say something good 
of them, except to answer a question or remark, and then he always gave what he said a turn 
favorable to the person spoken of 

His conversation, speaking generally, was of current affairs, work of the day, political and historical 
news, European as well as American, a little of books, much of the aspects of nature— as scenery, the 
stars, birds, flowers and trees. He read the newspapers regularly, liked good descriptions and 
reminiscences. He did not, on the whole, talk much anyhow. His manner was invariably calm and 
simple, belonged to itself alone, and could not be fully described or conveyed. 


Walt Whitman is the best, most perfect, example the world has so far had of the Cosmic Sense, first 
because he is the man in whom the new faculty has been, probably, most perfectly developed, and 
especially because he is, par excellence, the man who in modern times has written distinctly and at 
large from the point of view of Cosmic Consciousness, and who also has referred to its facts and 
phenomena more plainly and fully than any other writer either ancient or modern. 

He tells us plainly, though not as fully as could be wished, of the moment when he attained 
illumination, and again towards the end of his life of its passing away. Not that it is to be supposed 
that he had the Cosmic Sense continuously, for years, but that it came less and less frequently as age 
advanced, probably lasted 

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less and less long at a time, and decreased in vividness and intensity. 

Moreover, in the case of Whitman, we have means of knowing the man thoroughly from youth till 
death—both before and after illumination— and so (better than in any other, case, except, perhaps, 
that of Balzac) can compare the fully developed man with his earlier self The line of demarcation 
(between the two Whitmans) is perfectly drawn. 

On the one hand the Whitman of the forties, writing tales and essays (such as "Death in a School- 
room," 1841; "Wild Frank's Return," id.; "Bervance, or Father and Son," id.; "The Tomb Blossoms," 
1842; "The Last of the Sacred Army," id.; "The Child Ghost, a Story of the Last Loyalist," id.; "The 
Angel of Tears," id.; "Revenge and Requital," 1845; "ADialogue," id.,; etc.), which even his present 
splendid fame cannot galvanize into life; on the other the Whitman of the fifties, writing the first 
(1855) edition of the "Leaves." 

We expect and always find a difference between the early and mature writings of the same man. 
What an interval, for instance, between Shelley's romances and the "Cenci"; between Macaulay's 
earliest essays and the history. But here is some, thing quite apart from those and similar cases. We 
can trace a gradual evolution of aptitude and power from "Zastrozzi" to "Epipsychidion," from 
Macaulay's "Milton" to his "Massacre of Glencoe." But in the case of Whitman (as in that of 
Balzac) writings of absolutely no value were immediately followed (and, at least in Whitman's case 
without practice or study) by pages across each of which in letters of ethereal fire are written the 
words ETERNAL LIFE; pages covered not only by a masterpiece but by such vital sentences as 
have not been written ten times in the history of the race. It is upon this instantaneous evolution of 
the Titan from the Man, this profound mystery of the attainment of the splendor and power of the 
kingdom of heaven, that this present volume seeks to throw light. 

And it is interesting to remark here that Whitman seems to have had as little idea as had Gautama, 
Paul or Mohammed what 

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it vas that gave him the mental power, the moral elevation and the perennial joyousness which are 
among the characteristics of the state to which he attained and which seem to have been to him 
subjects of continual wonder. "Wandering amazed," he says, "at my own lightness and glee" [193: 

Let us see, now, what Whitman says about this new sense which must have come to him in June, 
1853 or 1854, at the age, that is, of thirty-four or thirty-five. The first direct mention of it is on page 
15 of the 1855 edition of the "Leaves" [191: 15]. That is to say, it is upon the third page of his first 
writing after this new faculty had come to him—for the long preface in this volume was written after 
the body of the book. The lines are found essentially unaltered in every subsequent edition. In the 
current (1891-92) edition they are upon page 32. 

As given here the quotation is from the 1855 edition, as it is important to get as near the man at the 
time of writing the words as possible. He says: 

I believe in you my soul, ... the other I am must not abase itself to you, 

And you must not be abased to the other. 

Loaf with me on the grass, . . . loose the stop from your throat. 

Not words, not music or rhyme I want, . . . not custom or lecture, not even the best. 

Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent 
summer morning; 

You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me. 
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart. 
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet. 

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and joy and knowledge that pass all the art and 
argument of the earth; 

And I know that the hand of God is the elder hand of my own. 
And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own, [p. 228] 
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, . . . and the women my sisters and lovers. 
And that a kelson of creation is love.[**] 

[227-1]* The new experience came in June, probably in 1853, when he had just entered upon his 
thirty-fifth year. It would seem that he was at first in doubt what it meant, then became satisfied and 
said: I believe in its teaching. Although, however, it is so divine, the other I am (the old self) must 
not be abased to it, neither must it (the new self) ever be overridden by the more basic organs and 
faculties. He goes on: Stay with me, loaf with me on the grass, instruct me, speak out what you 
mean, what is in you, no matter about speaking musically, or poetically, or according to the rules, or 
even using the best language, but just use your own words in your own way. He then turns back to 
tell of the exact occurrence. The illumination (or whatever it was, came to him or upon him one 
June morning, and took 

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(though gently) absolute possession of him, at least for the time. 

Henceforth, he says, his life received its inspiration from the newcomer, the new self, whose 
tongue, as he expresses it, was plunged to his bare-stripped heart. 

His outward life, also, became subject to the dictation of the new self—it held his feet. Finally he 
tells in brief of the change wrought in his mind and heart by the birth within him of the new faculty. 
He says he was filled all at once with peace and joy and knowledge transcending all the art and 
argument of the earth. He attained that point of view from which alone can a human being see 
something of God ("which alone," says Balzac, "can explain God;" which point, unless he attains, 
"he cannot," says Jesus, "see the kingdom of God"). And he sums up the account by the statement 
that God is his close friend, that all the men and women ever born are his brothers and sisters and 
lovers and that the whole creation is built and rests upon love. 

Add now to this the following four lines [192: 207], written at another time but certainly referring 
to the same or to a similar experience: 

As in a swoon, one instant. 

Another sun, ineffable full-dazzles me. 

And all the orbs I knew, and brighter, unknown orbs; 

One instant of the future land. Heaven's land.[**] 

[228-1]* So Dante: "Day seemed to be added to day as if he who is able had adorned the heavens 
with another sun." 

At the same time and in the same connection consider this passage: 

Hast never come to thee an hour, 

A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth? 

These eager business aims—books, politics, arts, amours. 

To utter nothingness [193: 218]? 

For the purpose now of aiding to bring before the mind of the earnest reader (and any other has little 
business with this book) a hint, a suggestion (for what more is it possible to give here?) of what this 
Cosmic Consciousness is, it may be well to quote from a prose work of Whitman's certain passages 
that seem to throw light on the subject. Speaking of the people, he says: "The rare, cosmical, artist 
mind, lit with the infinite, alone confronts his manifold and oceanic qualities" [195: 215]. Again: 
"There is yet, to whoever is eligible among us, the prophetic vision, the joy of being tossed in the 
brave turmoil of these times 

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[paragraph continues] —the promulgation and the path, obedient, lowly reverent to the voice, the 
gesture of the god, or holy ghost, which others see not, hear not" [195: 227]. Once more: "The 
thought of identity. . . . Miracle of miracles, beyond statement, most spiritual and vaguest of earth's 
dreams, yet hardest basic fact, and only entrance to all facts. In such devout hours, in the midst of 
the significant wonders of heaven and earth (significant only because of the Me in the centre), 
creeds; conventions, fall away and become of no account before this simple idea. Under the 
luminousness of real vision, it alone takes possession, takes value. Like the shadowy dwarf in the 
fable, once liberated and looked upon, it expands over the whole earth and spreads to the roof of 
heaven" [195:229]. Yet another: "I should say, indeed, that only in the perfect un-contamination and 
solitariness of individuality may the spirituality of religion positively come forth at all. Only here 
and on such terms, the meditation, the devout ecstasy, the soaring flight. Only here communion with 
the mysteries, the eternal problems, whence? whither? Alone and identity and the mood—and the 
soul emerges, and all statements, churches, sermons, melt away like vapors. Alone, and silent 
thought, and awe, and aspiration— and then the interior consciousness, like a hitherto unseen 
inscription, in magic ink, beams out its wondrous lines to the sense. Bibles may convey and priests 
expound, but it is exclusively for the noiseless operation of one's isolated Self to enter the pure ether 
of veneration, reach the divine levels, and commune with the unutterable" [195: 233]. The next 
passage seems prophetical of the coming race: "A fitly born and bred race, growing up in right 
conditions of outdoor as much as indoor harmony, activity and development, would probably, from 
and in those conditions, find it enough merely to live— and would, in their relations to the sky, air, 
water, trees, etc., and to the countless common shows, and in the fact of life itself, discover and 
achieve happiness— with Being suffused night and day by wholesome ecstasy, surpassing ail the 
pleasures that wealth, amusement, and even gratified intellect, erudition, or the sense of art, can 

give" [195: 249]. And finally, and best of all, the following: "Lo! Nature (the only complete, 

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actual poem) existing calmly in the divine scheme, containing all, content, careless of the criticisms 
of a day, or these endless and wordy chatterers. And to! to the consciousness of the soul, the 
permanent identity, the thought, the something, before which the magnitude even of Democracy, art, 
literature, etc., dwindles, becomes partial, measurable—something that fully satisfies (which those 
do not). That something is the All and the idea of All, with the accompanying idea of eternity, and 
of itself, the soul, buoyant, indestructible, sailing Space forever, visiting every region, as a ship the 
sea. And again to! the pulsations in all matter, all spirit, throbbing forever—the eternal beats, eternal 
systole and dyastole of life in things— wherefrom I feel and know that death is not the ending, as we 
thought, but rather the real beginning— and that nothing ever is or can be lost, nor even die, nor soul 
nor matter" [195: 253]. Here we have brought out strongly the consciousness of the Cosmos, its life 
and eternity— and the consciousness of the equal grandeur and eternity of the individual soul, the 
one balancing (equal to) the other In a word, we have here the expression (as far, perhaps, as it can 
be expressed) of what is called in this volume Cosmic Consciousness. 

Those who so far have been endowed with Cosmic Consciousness have been, almost to a man, 
carried away and subjugated by it; they have looked upon it— most of them— as being a preterhuman, 
more or less supernatural faculty, separating them from other men. They have almost, if not quite, 
always sought to help men, for their moral sense has been inevitably purified and elevated by the 
oncoming of the new sense, to an extraordinary degree; but they have not realized the need, nor, 
probably, felt the possibility of using their unusual insight and power in any systematic manner. 
That is, THE MAN has not mastered, taken possession of, and used, the new faculty, but has been 
(on the contrary) largely or entirely mastered and used by it. This was clearly the case with Paul, 
who was led away by the grandeur and glory of the new sense to underrate the really equal divinity 
of his previous human faculties. The same words could with nearly equal truth be applied to the 
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humanity has suffered and is to-day suffering simply because these two men took this mistaken 
view— the evils, namely, that have come upon us through despising "the flesh"— i.e., through 
despising the so-called "natural man"— the evils, in fine, that have come from the teaching that one 
part of man is good and to be cultivated, while another part is bad and (if possible) to be extirpated, 
or, if that is not possible, covered up and hidden away— the evils that have come upon us from this 
false view are entirely incalculable and would sometimes almost tempt us to forget the even greater 
benefits bestowed upon the race by the men from whom the evils specified have come. Not that 
Gautama and Paul are by any means entirely responsible for the monasticism and asceticism of their 
followers. It is doubtless true, as Lecky [114: 108] tells us, that this movement had already begun. 
But no one can or will deny that the influence of these two men in intensifying and directing the 
passion for abnegation of pleasure and so-called purity (in other words, in setting aside the things of 
the self conscious life in favor of those of the Cosmic Conscious) was incalculably great. 

The evils in question have been clearly seen, lucidly portrayed and traced back to their predominant 
source in these great teachers by many writers. Among the rest Kidd [108:1251] has indicated with 
great force and truth the immense impulse toward self denial that marked the early centuries of 
Christianity; has shown that the impulse in question, though "irrational," had a meaning deeper than 
reason; that if the race is to advance such anti-social instincts are a necessity (though it is neither 
necessary nor well that they should often have the force they possessed in the centuries referred to); 
that they have their place in this scheme just as have their complement, the social instincts. What 

Kidd does not see is—whence the great teachers derived the insight from which was bom the 
assurance that so moved them and through them the world. 

This antagonism between the higher and the lower life, between the life for self and the life for 
others, between the life of the flesh and the life of the spirit, between the life of the individual 

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and the life of the race, between the self conscious life and the Cosmic Conscious life, is, perhaps, 
the supreme fact of the modern world—giving to it both motion and stability, just as the opposite 
forces, the centrifugal and the centripetal, give both motion and stability in the sphere of the astral 
universe. And from this point of view it is clear why it should be that: Le sort des grands hommes 
est de passer tour a tour pour des fous et pour des sages. La gloire est d'etre un de ceux que choisit 
successivement I'humanite par les aimer et les hair [138: 182]. 

It may be that Walt Whitman is the first man who, having Cosmic Consciousness very fully 
developed, has deliberately set himself against being thus mastered by it, determining, on the 
contrary, to subdue it and make it the servant along with simple consciousness, self consciousness 
and the rest of the united, individual SELF. He saw, what neither Gautama nor Paul saw, what Jesus 
saw, though not so clearly as he, that though this faculty is truly Godlike, yet it is no more 
supernatural or preternatural than sight, hearing, taste, feeling, or any other, and he consequently 
refused to give it unlimited sway, and would not allow it to tyrannize over the rest. He believes in it, 
but he says the other self, the old self, must not abase itself to the new; neither must the new be 
encroached upon or limited by the old; he will see that they live as friendly co-workers together. 
And it may here be said that whoever does not realize this last clause will never fully understand the 

The next reference made by Walt Whitman to Cosmic Consciousness, to be noted here, is in a poem 
called the "Prayer of Columbus" [193: 323], a few words on the history of which will be in order It 
was written about 1874-5, when the condition of the poor, sick, neglected spiritual explorer was 
strikingly similar to that of the heroic geographical explorer shipwrecked on the Antillean island in 
1503, at which time and place the prayer is supposed to be offered up. Walt Whitman— a very 
common trick with him— used this agreement of circumstance to put his own words (ostensibly) into 
the mouth of the other man. The prayer is in reality, of course, Walt Whitman's own and all the 

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in it are to his own life, work, fortunes— to himself In it he refers specifically and pointedly to the 
present subject matter Speaking to God, he says: 

Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations. 

O I am sure they really came from Thee, 
The urge, the ardor, the unconquerable will. 
The potent, felt, interior command, stronger than words, 
A message from the Heavens, whispering to me even in sleep. 
These sped me on. 

One effort more, my altar this bleak sand; 
That Thou O God my life hast lighted. 
With ray of light, steady, ineffable, vouchsafed of Thee, 

Light rare untellable, lighting the very light, 
Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages; 
For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees. 
Old, poor, and paralyzed, I thank Thee. 

My hands, my limbs grew nerveless. 
My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd. 
Let the old timbers part, I will not part, 

I will cling fast to Thee O God, though the waves buffet me. Thee, 
Thee at least I know. 

At the time of writing these lines Walt Whitman is fifty-five or fifty-six years of age. For over 
twenty years he has been guided by this (seeming) supernatural illumination. He has yielded freely 
to it and obeyed its behests as being from God Himself 

He has "loved the earth, sun, animals, despised riches, given alms to every one that asked, stood up 
for the stupid and crazy, devoted his income and labor to others" [193: 273], as commanded by the 
divine voice and as impelled by the divine impulse, and now for reward he is poor, sick, paralyzed, 
despised, neglected, dying. His message to man, to the delivery of which he has devoted his life, 
which has been dearer in his eyes (for man's sake) than wife, children, life itself, is unread or 
scoffed and jeered at. What shall he say to God? He says that God knows him through and through, 
and that he is willing to leave himself in God's hands. He says that he does not know men nor his 
own work, and so does 

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not judge what men may do with, or say to, the "Leaves." But he says he does know God, and will 
cling to him though the waves buffet him. Then about the inspiration, the illumination, the potent, 
felt, interior command stronger than words? He is sure that this comes from God. He has no doubt. 
There can be no doubt of that. 

He goes on to speak of the ray of light, steady, ineffable, with which God has lighted his life, and 
says it is rare, untellable, beyond all signs, descriptions, languages. And this (be it well 
remembered) is not the utterance of wild enthusiasm, but of cold, hard fact by a worn-out old man 
on (as he supposed) his deathbed. 

This acknowledgment by Whitman of God's goodness recalls forcibly Bacon's gratitude to God for 
his "gifts and graces," his circumstances in the summer of 1621 (both outwardly and inwardly) 
being as parallel as they could possibly be with those of Whitman in 1875. 

The next direct allusion to Cosmic Consciousness to be noted is embodied in a poem called "Now 
Precedent Songs, Farewell" [193: 403], written in June, 1888, when he again, and with good reason, 
supposed himself dying. The poem was written as a hasty good-bye to the "Leaves." At the end of it 
he refers to his songs and their origin in these words: 

O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! compared indeed to that! 
What wretched shred e'en at the best of all! 

He says: Compared to the flash, the divine illumination from which they had their origin, how poor 
and worthless his poems are. And it must be borne in mind that Whitman never had a bad opinion of 
the "Leaves." He used to say (in a semi -jocular manner, but fully meaning it all the same) that none 
of the fellows (meaning out-and-out admirers), not even O'Conner, Burroughs or Bucke, thought as 

highly of them as he did. But thinking that way of them he could still exclaim how poor they were 
compared to the illumination from which they sprang. But he did not die at that time. He rallied, 
and again, it seems, from time to time 

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the vision appeared and the voice whispered. Doubtless the vision grew more dim and the voice less 
distinct as time passed and the feebleness of age and sickness advanced upon him. At last, in 1891, 
at the age of seventy-two, the "Brahmic Splendor" finally departed, and in those mystic lines, "To 
the Sunset Breeze" [193: 414], which the Harpers returned to him as "a mere improvisation," he 
bids it farewell: 

Thou hast O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest—and this is of them. . . . 
Thou art spiritual. Godly, most of all known to my sense. 

Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and cannot tell. 
Art thou not universal, concrete's distillation? 

As a man with Cosmic Consciousness sees the Cosmic order, and that, as Paul says, "all things 
work together for good" [**] [19: 8: 28], so every such man is what is called "an Optimist," and it 
may be freely stated that the knowledge of the friendliness of the universe to man is a distinctive 
mark of the class of men considered in this volume. That Whitman has this mark needs saying only 
to those who have not read him. Again and again in ever-varying words he says and repeats: "And I 
say there is in fact no evil" [193: 22]. "Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is 
not my soul" [193: 31]. "Is it lucky to be born?" he asks, and answers: "It is just as lucky to die" 
[193: 34]. 

So Dante, in summing up, declares that, seen by the light of the Cosmic Sense, all is perfect, 
including that which outside that light is (or seems) imperfect [72: 213]. 

It is not supposed that in the case of any man so far born has the Cosmic Sense been constantly 
present for years, months, or even weeks—probably not even for days or hardly hours. In many 
cases it appears only once and for a few moments only, but that flash is sufficient to light up (more 
or less brightly) all the subsequent years of life. In the greatest cases it may be present for many 
minutes at a time and return at intervals of weeks, 

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months or years. Between these extremes there would seem to be a vast range of greater and less 

It has already been stated more than once that while Cosmic Consciousness is actually present there 
is a profound change in the appearance of the subject of it. If one thinks how the countenance is lit 
up by ordinary great joy, it will be seen that the change spoken of must happen. Not only so, but it is 
within the personal knowledge of the writer that (at all events, in some cases) a man does not 
altogether return (at least permanently) to his old expression and appearance for months or even 
years after a period of illumination. 

This is as much as to say that the face of a man who had occasional periods of illumination, 
extending through years, would wear, habitually, a more or less exalted and noble expression, and 
this is true. 

It is, however, of course, while Cosmic Consciousness is actually present that the change in the 

aspect of the subject is the greatest. The following seems to be a description of this change. Either 
Cosmic Consciousness was actually present at the hour mentioned or it had been present 
immediately before it. The account is by an eye witness—Miss Helen Price—a lady well known to 
the person who writes these lines: 

One evening in 1866, while Walt Whitman was stopping with us in New York, the tea bell had been 
rung ten minutes or more when he came down from his room, and we all gathered around the table. 
I remarked him as he entered the room; there seemed to be a peculiar brightness and elation about 
him, an almost irrepressible joyousness, which shone from his face and seemed to pervade his 
whole body. It was the more noticeable as his ordinary mood was one of quiet, yet cheerful serenity. 
I knew he had been working at a new edition of his book, and I hoped if he had an opportunity he 
would say something to let us into the secret of his mysterious joy. Unfortunately most of those at 
the table were occupied with some subject of conversation; at every pause I waited eagerly for him 
to speak; but no, some one else would begin again, until I grew almost wild with impatience and 
vexation. He appeared to listen, and would even laugh at some of the remarks that were made, yet 
he did not utter a single word during the meal; and his face still wore that singular brightness and 
delight, as though he had partaken of some divine elixir His expression was so remarkable that I 
might have doubted my own observation had it not been noticed by another as well as myself [38: 

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a. The subjective light appeared strongly to Whitman. 

b. The moral elevation and 

c. Intellectual illumination were extreme, and in his case stand out very clearly, since we know the 
man so well both before and after the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense. 

d. In no other man who ever lived was the sense of eternal life so absolute. 

e. Fear of death was absent. Neither in health nor in sickness did he show any sign of it, and there is 
every reason to believe he did not feel it. 

f He had no sense of sin. This must not be understood as meaning that he felt himself to be perfect. 
Whitman realized his own greatness as clearly and fully as did any of his admirers. He also realized 
how immeasurably he was below the ideal which he constantly set up before himself 

g. The change of the self conscious man into the Cosmic Conscious was instantaneous— occurring at 
a certain hour of a certain day. 

h. It occurred at the characteristic age and at the characteristic time of the year. 

i. The altered appearance of the man while in the Cosmic Conscious state was seen and noted. 


'^235:* In the passage Paul seems to limit the statement "to them that love God" (to those who have 
Cosmic Consciousness), but what he really intends is doubtless: All things work together for good; 
but this is only really seen and known by those who have been endowed with the Cosmic Sense. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 

Edward Carpenter. 


WAS born August 29th, 1844, at Brighton, where he spent his early youth. His father came from 
Cornwall. He went for several years to Brighton College, and in 1864 entered Trinity Hall, 

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[paragraph continues] Cambridge, where he obtained a scholarship, graduated in 1868 as tenth 
wrangler, and afterwards was elected a fellow of the college. In due course he was ordained, and for 
some years acted as curate of St. Edward's Church, Cambridge, of which at the time Frederic 
Dennison Maurice was vicar. He never profoundly believed in the historical accuracy of the Bible. 
His father was a Broad Churchman, and brought him up to think for himself When quite young he 
had made up his mind to take orders and stuck to that notion largely from an idea that the church 
could be widened from the inside. Once fairly inside, however, he found it would take a precious 
long time. In fine, he soon felt himself so ill at ease that a complete break with the whole thing 
became absolutely necessary. He was in orders from 1869 to 1874. 

We find him immediately after this working with approved success in a new field—that of university 
extension. He was at this time, from 1874 to 1880, especially known and loved in and about York, 
Nottingham and Sheffield. 

About the same time he began to study deeply social questions, and became convinced that society 
was on a wrong basis and moving in a wrong direction. 

It was early in 1881, as he tells us, when in his thirty- seventh year, that Carpenter entered into 
Cosmic Consciousness. The evidence of the fact is perfectly clear, but it is not within the power of 
the writer to give details of illumination in the case beyond those given below. As a direct result of 
the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense he practically resigned his social rank and became a laborer; that 
is to say, he procured a few acres of land not many miles from Dronfield, in Derbyshire, built upon 
it a small house and lived there with the family of a working man as one of themselves. Dressing in 
the common corduroy of the country side, he took up his spade and worked steadily with the others. 
It seemed to him that the manners and habits of the rich were less noble than those of the poor; that 
the soul and life of the rich were less noble. He preferred to live with the comparatively poor and to 
be himself comparatively poor, in that respect (not following the example of, but) participating in 

the instinct of Gautama. Jesus, 

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[paragraph continues] Paul, Las Casas and Whitman. He retains his piano, and after his hours of 
manual toil will refresh himself with a sonata of Beethoven, for he is an accomplished and original 
musician. It is needless to say that he is a pronounced and advanced socialist—perhaps an anarchist. 
He is one with the people, the "common" people (made so numerous, so common, said Lincoln, 
because God loves them and likes to see many of them). It is childish to say (as some have thought 
and said) that men of this stamp live as poor men with the poor for the sake of influencing these and 
as an example to the rich. They simply live as poor men with the poor, as laboring men with 
laborers, because they prefer the life, the manners, the habits, the surroundings, the personality of 
these to the life, the manners, the habits, the surroundings and the personality of the rich. 
Occasionally he descends into so-called "good society" (having close and dear relations there), but 
does not remain in it for any length of time. He loves above all things, in himself and others, 
honesty, candor, sincerity and simplicity, and he says he finds more of these in the poor, common, 
working people than he finds in the rich men and women who constitute "society." 

In 1873 Carpenter published "Narcissus and Other Poems," and in 1875 "Moses: A Drama." He 
began reading Whitman in 1869, and read the "Leaves" continuously for ten years thereafter. 
Whether Carpenter would have acquired Cosmic Consciousness if he had never read Whitman 
cannot perhaps be said, either by himself or by any one else, but there seems little doubt that the 
study of the "Leaves" was a material factor leading up to his illumination. He is not the only man 
who has been helped forward by the same agency, and it is probable that in the world's future many 
thousand men and women will be in similar manner helped to the same goal. For (and in this fact is 
the raison d'etre of the present volume), next to the necessary heredity and the right constitution 
(bodily and mental), association with the minds of those who have passed the boundary into 
"Specialism" is of supreme importance. He began to write "Towards Democracy" (the book in 
which he attempted to embody the teachings of the 

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[paragraph continues] Cosmic Sense) immediately after his illumination. The first edition, small and 
thin, was published in 1883; the second, a good deal enlarged, in 1885; the third, grown into a stout, 
handsome volume, in 1892; and the fourth, in 1896. No better book can be read from which to 
obtain an idea as to what Cosmic Consciousness is and in what it differs from self consciousness. 
Besides "Towards Democracy," Carpenter published, in 1887, "England's Ideal"; in 1889, 
"Civilization, its Cause and Cure," and in 1893, "From Adam's Peak to Elephanta"; all of which are 
exceedingly well worth attention. 


In a letter to the present writer, who had asked for certain facts about the new sense, he says: 

I really do not feel that I can tell you anything without falsifying and obscuring the matter. I have 
done my best to write it out in "Towards Democracy." I have no experience of physical light in this 
relation. The perception seems to be one in which all the senses unite into one sense. In which you 
become the object. But this is unintelligible, mentally speaking. I do not think the matter can be 
defined as yet; but I do not know that there is any harm in writing about it.[**] 

[240-1]* In the Vagasaneyi-Samhita-Upanishad occurs the following verse: "When, to a man who 
understands, the self has become all things, what sorrow, what trouble can there be to him who once 
beheld that unity" [150:312]? 

In another place he has the following clear and explicit passage on the subject: 

Notwithstanding, then, the prevalence of the foot regime (inductive science) and that the heathen so 
furiously rage together in their belief in it, let us suggest that there is in man a divine consciousness 
as well as a foot consciousness. For as we saw that the sense of taste may pass from being a mere 
local thing on the tip of the tongue to pervading and becoming synonymous with the health of the 
whole body; or as the blue of the sky may be to one person a mere superficial impression of color, 
and to another the inspiration of a poem or picture, and to a third, as to the "God-intoxicated" Arab 
of the desert, a living presence like the ancient Dyaus or Zeus~so may not the whole of human 
consciousness gradually lift itself from a mere local and temporary consciousness to a divine and 
universal? There is in every man a local consciousness connected with his quite external body; that 
we know. Are there not also in every man the making of a universal consciousness? That there are 
in us 

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phases of consciousness which transcend the limit of the bodily senses is a matter of daily 
experience; that we perceive and know things which are not conveyed to us by our bodily eyes and 
heard by our bodily ears is certain; that there rise in us waves of consciousness from those around 
us—from the people, the race, to which we belong—is also certain. May there, then, not be in us the 
makings of a perception and knowledge which shall not be relative to this body which is here and 
now, but which shall be good for all time and everywhere? Does there not exist, in truth, as we have 
already hinted, an inner illumination, of which what we call light in the outer world is the partial 
expression and manifestation, by which we can ultimately see things as they are, beholding all 
creation— the animals, the angels, the plants, the figures of our friends and all the ranks and races of 
human kind, in their true being and order— not by any local act of perception, but by a cosmical 
intuition and presence, identifying ourselves with what we see? Does there not exist a perfected 
sense of hearing— as of the morning stars singing together— an understanding of the words that are 
spoken all through the universe, the hidden meaning of all things, the word which is creation itself— 
a profound and far-pervading sense, of which our ordinary sense of sound is only the first novitiate 
and initiation? Do we not become aware of an inner sense of health and of holiness— the translation 
and final outcome of the external sense of taste— which has power to determine for us absolutely and 
without any ado, without argument, and without denial, what is good and appropriate to be done or 
suffered in every case that can arise? If there are such powers in man, then, indeed, an exact science 
is possible. Short of it there is only a temporary and phantom science. "Whatsoever is known to us 
by (direct) consciousness," says Mill in his "Logic," "is known to us without possibility of 
question." What is known by our local and temporary consciousness is known for the moment 
beyond possibility of question; what is known by our permanent and universal consciousness is 
permanently known beyond possibility of question [57: 97-8]. 

In a later book, Carpenter has a chapter, "Consciousness Without Thought" [56: 153], written 
expressly to give to the uninitiated an idea of what is meant by the words used as the title of the 
present volume. Here follows that chapter entire. Those interested in the subject had better see the 
book itself, as it contains other chapters almost equally important. The chapter begins: 

The question is: What is this experience? or rather— since an experience can really only be known to 
a person who experiences it— we may ask: What is the nature of this experience? And in trying to 
indicate an answer of some kind to this question I feel considerable diffidence, just for the very 

reason (for one) already mentioned—namely, that it is so difficult or impossible for one person to 
give a true account of an experience which has occurred to another 

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If I could give the exact words of the teacher, without any bias derived either from myself or the 
interpreting friend, the case might be different; but that I cannot pretend to do; and if I could, the 
old-world scientific form in which his thoughts were cast would probably only prove a stumbling 
block and a source of confusion, instead of a help, to the reader Indeed in the case of the sacred 
books, where we have a good deal of accessible and authoritative information. Western critics, 
though for the most part agreeing that there is some real experience underlying, are sadly at 
variance as to what that experience may be. 

For these reasons I prefer not to attempt or pretend to give the exact teaching, unbiased, of the 
Indian Gurus or their experiences, but only to indicate, so far as I can, in my own words, and in 
modern thought-form, what I take to be the direction in which we must look for this ancient and 
world-old knowledge which has had so stupendous an influence in the East, and which indeed is 
still the main mark of its difference from the West. 

And first let me guard against an error which is likely to arise. It is very easy to assume, and very 
frequently assumed, in any case where a person is credited with the possession of an unusual 
faculty, that such person is at once lifted out of our sphere into a supernatural region, and possesses 
every faculty of that region. If, for instance, he or she is, or is supposed to be, clairvoyant, it is 
assumed that everything is or ought to be known to them; or if the person has shown what seems a 
miraculous power at any time or in any case, it is asked by way of discredit why he or she did not 
show a like power at other times or in other cases. Against all such hasty generalizations it is 
necessary to guard ourselves. If there is a higher form of consciousness obtainable by man than that 
which he can for the most part claim at present, it is probable—nay, certain— that it is evolving and 
will evolve but slowly, and with many a slip and hesitant pause by the way. In the far past of man 
and the animals consciousness of sensation and consciousness of self have been successively 
evolved— each of these mighty growths with innumerable branches and branch-lets continually 
spreading. At any point in this vast experience a new growth, a new form of consciousness might 
well have seemed miraculous. What could be more marvellous than the first revealment of the sense 
of sight, what more inconceivable to those who had not experienced it, and what more certain than 
that the first use of this faculty must have been fraught with delusion and error? Yet there may be an 
inner vision which again transcends sight, even as far as sight transcends touch. It is more than 
probable that in the hidden births of time there lurks a consciousness which is not the consciousness 
of sensation and which is not the consciousness of self— or at least which includes and entirely 
surpasses these— a consciousness in which the contrast between the ego and the external world, and 
the distinction between subject and object, fall away. The part of the world into which such a 
consciousness admits us (call it supermundane or whatever you will) is probably at least as vast and 
complex as the part we know, and progress in that region at least equally slow and tentative and 
various, laborious, discontinuous and uncertain. There is no sudden leap out of the back parlor onto 
Olympus; and the routes, when found, from one to the other, are long and bewildering in their 

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And of those who do attain to some portion of this region we are not to suppose that they are at 
once demi-gods or infallible. In many cases indeed the very novelty and strangeness of the 
experience give rise to phantasmal trains of delusive speculation. Though we should expect, and 
though it is no doubt true on the whole, that what we should call the higher types of existing 

humanity are those most likely to come into possession of any new faculties which may be flying 
about, yet it is not always so, and there are cases well recognized, in which persons of decidedly 
deficient or warped moral nature attain powers which properly belong to a higher grade of 
evolution, and are correspondingly dangerous thereby. 

All this, or a great part of it, the Indian teachers insist on. They say—and I think this commends the 
reality of their experience—that there is nothing abnormal or miraculous about the matter; that the 
faculties acquired are on the whole the result of long evolution and training, and that they have 
distinct laws and an order of their own. They recognize the existence of persons of a demoniac 
faculty, who have acquired powers of a certain grade without corresponding moral evolution, and 
they admit the rarity of the highest phases of consciousness and the fewness of those at present 
fitted for its attainment. With these little provisos, then, established I think we may go on to say that 
what the Gnani seeks and obtains is a new order of consciousness— to which, for want of a better, 
we may give the name universal or Cosmic Consciousness, in contradistinction to the individual or 
special bodily consciousness with which we are all familiar I am not aware that the exact 
equivalent of this expression "universal consciousness" is used in the Hindu philosophy; but the 
Sat-chit-ananda Brahm, to which every yogi aspires, indicates the same idea: "sat," the reality, the 
all pervading; "chit," the knowing, perceiving; "ananda," the blissful— all these united in one 
manifestation of Brahm. 

The West seeks the individual consciousness— the enriched mind, ready perceptions and memories, 
individual hopes and fears, ambition, loves, conquests— the self, the local self, in all its phases and 
forms— and sorely doubts whether such a thing as an universal consciousness exists. The East seeks 
the universal consciousness, and in those cases where its quest succeeds individual self and life thin 
away to a mere film, and are only the shadows cast by the glory revealed beyond. 

The individual consciousness takes the form of Thought, which is fluid and mobile like quicksilver, 
perpetually in a state of change and unrest fraught with pain and effort; the other consciousness is 
not in the form of Thought. It touches, hears, sees, and is those things which it perceives— without 
motion, without change, without effort, without distinction of subject and object, but with a vast and 
incredible Joy. 

The individual consciousness is specially related to the body. The organs of the body are in some 
degree its organs. But the whole body is only as one,###126### organ of the Cosmic 
Consciousness. To attain this latter one must have the power of knowing one's self separate from the 
body— of passing into a state of ecstasy, in fact. Without this the Cosmic Consciousness cannot be 
experienced. It is said: "There are four main experiences in initiation— (1) the meeting 

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with a Guru; (2) the consciousness of Grace or Ami— which may perhaps be interpreted as the 
consciousness of a change— even of a physiological change— working within one; (3) the vision of 
Siva (God), with which the knowledge of one's self as distinct from the body is closely connected; 
(4) the finding of the universe within." "The wise," it is also said, "when their thoughts become 
fixed, perceive within themselves the Absolute consciousness, which is Sarva sakshi, Witness of all 

Great have been the disputes among the learned as to the meaning of the word Nirvana— whether it 
indicates a state of no-consciousness or a state of vastly enhanced consciousness. Probably both 
views have their justification; the thing does not admit of definition in the terms of ordinary 
language. The important thing to see and admit is that under cover of this and other similar terms 
there does exist a real and recognizable fact (that is, a state of consciousness in some sense), which 

has been experienced over and over again, and which to those who have experienced it in ever so 
sUght a degree has appeared worthy of Ufelong pursuit and devotion. It is easy of course to 
represent the thing as a mere word, a theory, a speculation of the dreamy Hindu; but people do not 
sacrifice their lives for empty words, nor do mere philosophical abstractions rule the destinies of 
continents. No, the word represents a reality, something very basic and inevitable in human nature. 
The question really is not to define the fact—for we cannot do that—but to get at and experience it. It 
is interesting at this juncture to find that modem Western science, which has hitherto— without much 
result— been occupying itself with mechanical theories of the universe, is approaching from its side 
this idea of the existence of another form of consciousness. The extraordinary phenomena of 
hypnotism— which no doubt are in some degree related to the subject we are discussing, and which 
have been recognized for ages in the East— are forcing Western scientists to assume the existence of 
the so-called secondary consciousness in the body. The phenomena seem really inexplicable without 
the assumption of a secondary agency of some kind, and it every day becomes increasingly difficult 
not to use the word consciousness to describe it. Let it be understood that I am not for a moment 
assuming that this secondary consciousness of the hypnotists is in all respects identical with the 
Cosmic Consciousness (or whatever we may call it) of the Eastern occultists. It may or may not be. 
The two kinds of consciousness may cover the same ground, or they may only overlap to a small 
extent. That is a question I do not propose to discuss. The point to which I wish to draw attention is 
that Western science is envisaging the possibility of the existence in man of another consciousness 
of some kind beside that with whose workings we are familiar. It quotes (A. Moll) the case of 
Barkworth, who "can add up long rows of figures while carrying on a lively discussion, without 
allowing his attention to be at all diverted from the discussion"; and asks us how Barkworth can do 
this unless he has a secondary consciousness which occupies itself with the figures while his 
primary consciousness is in the thick of argument. Here is a lecturer (F. Myers) who for a whole 
minute allows his mind to wander entirely away from the subject in hand, and imagines himself to 
be sitting beside a friend in the audience and to be engaged in conversation with 

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him, and who wakes up to find himself still on the platform lecturing away with perfect ease and 
coherency. What are we to say to such a case as that./ Here, again, is a pianist who recites a piece of 
music by heart, and finds that his recital is actually hindered by allowing his mind (his primary 
consciousness) to dwell upon what he is doing. It is sometimes suggested that the very perfection of 
the musical performance shows that it is mechanical or unconscious, but is this a fair inference? and 
would it not seem to be a mere contradiction in terms to speak of an unconscious lecture or an 
unconscious addition of a row of figures? 

Many actions and processes of the body, e.g., swallowing, are attended by distinct personal 
consciousness; many other actions and processes are quite unperceived by the same; and it might 
seem reasonable to suppose that these latter, at any rate, were purely mechanical and devoid of any 
mental substratum. But the later developments of hypnotism in the West have shown— what is well 
known to the Indian fakirs— that under certain conditions consciousness of the internal actions and 
processes of the body can be obtained; and not only so, but consciousness of events taking place at 
a distance from the body and without the ordinary means of communication. 

Thus the idea of another consciousness, in some respects of wider range than the ordinary one, and 
having methods of perception of its own, has been gradually infiltrating itself into Western minds. 

There is another idea, which modern science has been familiarizing us with, and which is bringing 
us towards the same conception— that, namely, of the fourth dimension. The supposition that the 
actual world has four space-dimensions instead of three makes many things conceivable which 
otherwise would be incredible. It makes it conceivable that apparently separate objects, e.g., distinct 

people, are really physically united; that things apparently sundered by enormous distances of space 
are really quite close together; that a person or other object might pass in and out of a closed room 
without disturbance of walls, doors, or windows, etc.; and if this fourth dimension were to become a 
factor of our consciousness it is obvious that we should have means of knowledge which to the 
ordinary sense would appear simply miraculous. There is much, apparently, to suggest that the 
consciousness attained to by the Indian giianis in their degree, and by hypnotic subjects in theirs, is 
of this fourth-dimensional order. 

As a solid is related to its own surfaces, so, it would appear, is Cosmic Consciousness related to 
ordinary consciousness. The phases of the personal consciousness are but different facets of the 
other consciousness; and experiences which seem remote from each other in the individual are 
perhaps all equally near in the universal. Space itself, as we know it, may be practically annihilated 
in the consciousness of a larger space of which it is but the superficies; and a person living in 
London may not unlikely find that he has a back door opening quite simply and unceremoniously 
out in Bombay. 

"The true quality of the soul," said the Guru one day, "is that of space, by which it is at rest, 

Cf Whitman: "Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sunrise would kill me, if I could not now 
and always send sunrise out of me. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun." 

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[paragraph continues] But this space (Akasa) within the soul is far above the ordinary material 
space. The whole of the latter, including all the suns and stars, appears to you then as it were but an 
atom of the former"~and here he held up his fingers as though crumbling a speck of dust between 

"At rest everywhere," "Indifference," "Equality." This was one of the most remarkable parts of the 
Guru's teaching. Though (for family reasons) maintaining many of the observances of caste himself, 
and though holding and teaching that for the mass of the people caste rules were quite necessary, he 
never ceased to insist that when the time came for a man (or woman) to be "emancipated" all these 
rules must drop aside as of no importance—all distinction of castes, classes, all sense of superiority 
or self-goodness~of right and wrong even—and the most absolute sense of equality must prevail 
towards everyone, and determination in its expression. Certainly it was remarkable (though I knew 
that the sacred books contained it) to find this germinal principle of Western Democracy so vividly 
active and at work deep down beneath the innumerable layers of Oriental social life and custom. 
But so it is; and nothing shows better the relation between the West and East than this fact. 

This sense of equality, of freedom from regulations and confinements, of inclusiveness, and of the 
life that "rests everywhere," belongs, of course, more to the Cosmic or universal part of a man than 
to the individual part. To the latter it is always a stumbling-block and an offense. It is easy to show 
that men are not equal, that they cannot be free, and to point the absurdity of a life that is indifferent 
and at rest under all conditions. Nevertheless to the larger consciousness these are basic facts, which 
underlie the common life of humanity, and feed the very individual that denies them. 

Thus repeating the proviso that in using such terms as Cosmic and universal consciousness we do 
not commit ourselves to the theory that the instant a man leaves the personal part of him he enters 
into absolutely unlimited and universal knowledge, but only into a higher order of perception— and 
admitting the intricacy and complexity of the region so roughly denoted by these terms, and the 
microscopical character of our knowledge about it— we may say once more, also as a roughest 

generalization, that the quest of the East has been this universal consciousness, and that of the West 
the personal or individual consciousness. As is well known the East has its various sects and schools 
of philosophy, with subtle discriminations of qualities, essences, godheads, devil-hoods, etc., into 
which I do not propose to go, and which I should feel myself quite incompetent to deal with. 
Leaving all these aside, I will keep simply to these two rough Western terms, and try to consider 
further the question of the methods by which the Eastern student sets himself to obtain the Cosmic 
state, or such higher order of consciousness as he does encompass. 

Later [62] Carpenter has made still another attempt to explain or at least indicate the nature of the 
new sense. He says: 

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I have sometimes been asked questions about "Towards Democracy" which I found it difficult to 
answer: and I will try and shape a few thoughts about it here.[**] 

Quite a long time ago (say when I was about twenty-five, and living at Cambridge) I wanted to 
write some sort of a book which should address itself very personally and closely to any one who 
cared to read it—establish, so to speak, an intimate personal 

relation between myself and the reader; and during successive years I made several attempts to 
realize this idea—of which beginnings one or two in verse (one, for instance, I may mention, called 
"The Angel of Death and Life") may be found in a little volume entitled "Narcissus and Other 
Poems," now well out of print, which I published in 1873. None of my attempts satisfied me, 
however, and after a time I began to think the quest was an unreasonable one— unreasonable 
because, while it might not be difficult for anyone with a pliant and sympathetic disposition to 
touch certain chords in any given individual that he met, it seemed impossible to hope that a book— 
which cannot in any way adapt itself to the idiosyncrasies of its reader— could find the key of the 
personalities into whose hands it might come. For this it would be necessary to suppose, and to find, 
an absolutely common ground to all individuals (all, at any rate, who might have reached a certain 
stage of thought and experience), and to write the book on and from that common ground; but this 
seemed at that time quite unfeasible. 

Years followed, more or less eventful, with flight from Cambridge and university lectures carried on 
in the provincial towns, and so forth; but of much dumbness as regards writing, and inwardly full of 
extreme tension and suffering. At last, early in 1881, no doubt as the culmination and result of 
struggles and experiences that had been going on, I became conscious that a mass of material was 
forming within me, imperatively demanding expression— though what exactly its expression would 
be I could not then have told. I became for the time overwhelmingly conscious of the disclosure 
within me of a region transcending in some sense the ordinary bounds of personality, in the light of 
which region my own idiosyncrasies of character— defects, accomplishments, limitations, or what 
not— appeared of no importance whatever— an absolute freedom from mortality, accompanied by an 
indescribable calm and joy. 

I also immediately saw, or felt, that this region of self existing in me existed equally (though not 
always equally consciously) in others. In regard to it the mere diversities of temperament which 
ordinarily distinguish and divide people dropped away and became indifferent, and a field was 
opened in which all might meet, in which all were truly equal. Thus the two words which controlled 
my thought and expression at that time became Freedom and 

[247-1]* It is important to notice that all through this exposition, as well as in Carpenter's other 
writings on the same subject (as whoever has read this book so far will see without further 

repetition), his testimony as to the phenomena of Cosmic Consciousness constantly runs parallel to, 
is often even identical with, that of the Suttas, of Behmen, of Yepes, and of other writers of the 
same class dealing with this subject (especially, perhaps, the author of the Bagavat Gita), though it 
does not appear that he has, and probably he has not studied these writers. 

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[paragraph continues] Equality. The necessity for space and time to work this out grew so strong 
that in April of that year I threw up my lecturing employment. Moreover another necessity had 
come upon me which demanded the latter step—the necessity, namely, for an open air life and 
manual work. I could not finally argue with this any more than with the other; I had to give in and 
obey. As it happened, at the time I mentioned I was already living in a little cottage on a farm (at 
Bradway, near Sheffield) with a friend and his family, and doing farm work in the intervals of my 
lectures. When I threw up the lecturing I had everything clear before me. I knocked together a sort 
of wooden sentinel box in the garden, and there, or in the fields and the woods, all that spring and 
summer and on through the winter, by day and sometimes by night, in sunlight or in rain, in frost 
and snow, and all sorts of gray and dull weather, I wrote "Towards Democracy"~or at any rate the 
first and longer poem that goes by that name. 

By the end of 1881 this was finished—though it was worked over and patched a little in the early 
part of 1882; and I remember feeling then that, defective and halting and incoherent in expression 
as it was, still if it succeeded in rendering even a half the splendor which inspired it, it would be 
good, and I need not trouble to write anything more (which, with due allowance for the said "if," I 
even now feel was a true and friendly intimation). 

The writing of this and its publication (in 1883) got a load off my mind which had been weighing 
on it for years, and I have never since felt that sense of oppression and anxiety which I had 
constantly suffered from before— and which I believe, in its different forms, is a common experience 
in the early part of life. 

In this first poem were embodied, with considerable alterations and adaptations, a good number of 
casual pieces, which I had written (merely under stress of feeling and without any particular sense 
of proportion) during several preceding years. They now found their interpretation under the steady 
and clear light of a new mood or state of feeling which previously had only visited me fitfully and 
with clouded beams. The whole of "Towards Democracy"— I may say, speaking broadly and 
including the later pieces— had been written under the domination of this mood. I have tested and 
measured everything by it; it has been the sun to which all the images and conceptions and thoughts 
used have been as material objects reflecting its light. And perhaps this connects itself with the fact 
that it has been so necessary to write in the open air The more universal feeling which I sought to 
convey refused itself from me within doors; nor could I at any time or by any means persuade the 
rhythm or style of expression to render itself up within a room— tending there always to break back 
into distinct metrical forms; which, however much I admire them in certain authors, and think them 
myself suitable for certain kinds of work, were not what I wanted and did not express for me the 
feeling which I sought to express. This fact (of the necessity of the open air) is very curious, and I 
cannot really explain it. I only know that it is so, quite indubitable and insurmountable. I can feel it 
at once, the difference, in merely passing through a doorway— but I cannot explain it. Always, 
especially the sky, seemed to 

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contain for me the key, the inspiration; the sight of it more than anything gave what I wanted 
(sometimes like a veritable lightning flash coming down from it on to my paper— I a mere witness. 

but agitated with strange transports). 

But if I should be asked—as I have sometimes been asked—What is the exact nature of this mood, of 
this illuminant splendor, of which you speak? I should have to reply that I can give no answer. The 
whole of "Towards Democracy" is an endeavor to give it utterance; any mere single sentence, or 
direct definition, would be of no use— rather indeed would tend to obscure by limiting. All I can say 
is that there seems to be a vision possible to man, as from some more universal standpoint, free 
from the obscurity and localism which specially connect themselves with the passing clouds of 
desire, fear, and all ordinary thought and emotion; in that sense another and separate faculty; and a 
vision always means a sense of light, so here is a sense of inward light, unconnected of course with 
the mortal eye, but bringing to the eye of the mind the impression that it sees, and by means of the 
medium which washes, as it were, the interior surfaces of all objects and things and persons— how 
can I express it? And yet this is most defective, for the sense is a sense that one is those objects and 
things and persons that one perceives (and the whole universe)— a sense in which sight and touch 
and hearing are all fused in identity. Nor can the matter be understood without realizing that the 
whole faculty is deeply and intimately rooted in the ultra-moral and emotional nature, and beyond 
the thought-region of the brain. 

And now with regard to the "I" which occurs so freely in this book. In this and in other such cases 
the author is naturally liable to a charge of egotism, and I personally do not feel disposed to combat 
any such charge that may be made. That there are mere egotism and vanity embodied in these pages 
I do not for a moment doubt, and that so far as they exist they mar the expression and purpose of the 
book I also do not doubt. But the existence of these things do not affect the real question: What or 
who in the main is the "I" spoken of? 

To this question I must also frankly own that I can give no answer. I do not know. That the word is 
not used in the dramatic sense is all I can say. The "I" is myself, as well as I could find words to 
express myself; but what that self is and what its limits may be— and therefore what the self of any 
other person is and what its limits may be— I cannot tell. I have sometimes thought that perhaps the 
best work one could do— if one felt at any time enlargements and extensions of one's ego— was to 
simply record these as faithfully as might be, leaving others— the scientist and the philosopher— to 
explain, and feeling confident that what really existed in oneself would be found to exist either 
consciously or in a latent form in other people. And I will say that I have in these records above all 
endeavored to be genuine. If I have said "I, Nature," it was because at the time, at any rate, I felt "I, 
Nature"; If I have said "I am equal with the lowest," it was because I could not express what I felt 
more directly than by those words. The value of such statements can only appear by time; if they 
are corroborated by others, then they help to form a body of record which may well be worth 
investigation, analysis and explanation. If they are not so corroborated, then they naturally and 

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properly fall away as mere vagaries of self-deception. I have not the least doubt that anything which 
is really genuine will be corroborated. It seems to me more and more clear that the word "I" has a 
practically infinite range of meaning— that the ego covers far more ground than we usually suppose. 
At some points we are intensely individual, at others intensely sympathetic; some of our 
impressions (as the tickling of a hair) are of the most momentary character, others (as the sense of 
identity) involve long periods of time. Sometimes we are aware of almost a fusion between our own 
identity and that of another person. What does all this mean? Are we really separate individuals, or 
is individuality an illusion, or, again, is it only a part of the ego or soul that is individual and not the 
whole? Is the ego absolutely one with the body, or is it only a part of the body, or again is the body 
but a part of the self— one of its organs, so to speak, and not the whole man? Or, lastly, is it perhaps 
not possible to express the truth by any direct use of these or other terms of ordinary language? 

Anyhow, what am I? 

These are questions which come all down Time, demanding solution—which humanity is constantly 
endeavoring to find an answer to. I do not pretend to answer them. On the contrary I am sure that 
not one of the pieces in "Towards Democracy" has been written with the view of providing an 
answer They have simply been written to express feelings which insisted on being expressed. 
Nevertheless it is possible that some of them~by giving the experiences and affirmations even of 
one person—may contribute material towards that answer to these and the like questions which will 
one day most assuredly be given. That there is a region of consciousness removed beyond what we 
usually call mortality, into which we humans can yet pass, I practically do not doubt; but granting 
that this is a fact, its explanation still remains for investigation. I have said in these few notes on 
"Towards Democracy" nothing about the influence of Whitman— for the same reason that I have 
said nothing about the influence of the sun or the winds. These influences lie too far back and 
ramify too complexly to be traced. I met with William Rosetti's little selection from "Leaves of 
Grass" in 1868 or 1869, and read that and the original editions continuously for ten years. I never 
met with any other book (with the exception perhaps of Beethoven's sonatas) which I could read 
and re-read as I could this one. I find it difficult to imagine what my life would have been without 
it. "Leaves of Grass" "filtered and fiber'd" my blood; but I do not think I ever tried to imitate it or its 
style. Against the inevitable drift out of the more classic forms of verse into a looser and freer 
rhythm I fairly fought, contesting the ground ("kicking against the pricks") inch by inch during a 
period of seven years in numerous abortive and mongrel creations— till in 1881 I was finally 
compelled into the form (if such it can be called) of "Towards Democracy." I did not adopt it 
because it was an approximation to the form of "Leaves of Grass." Whatever resemblance there 
may be between the rhythm, style, thoughts, construction, etc., of the two books, must, I think, be 
set down to a deeper similarity of emotional atmosphere and intention in the two authors— even 
though that similarity may have sprung and no doubt largely did spring out of the personal influence 
of one upon the other 

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[paragraph continues] Anyhow our temperaments, standpoints, antecedents, etc., are so entirely 
diverse and opposite that, except for a few points, I can hardly imagine that there is much real 
resemblance to be traced. Whitman's full-blooded, copious, rank, masculine style must always make 
him one of the world's great originals— a perennial fountain of health and strength, moral as well as 
physical. He has the amplitude of the Earth itself, and can no more be thought away than a 
mountain can. He often indeed reminds me of a great quarry on a mountain side— the great shafts of 
sunlight and the shadows, the primitive face of the rock itself, the power and the daring of the men 
at work upon it, the tumbled blocks and masses, materials for endless buildings and the beautiful 
tufts of weed or flower on inaccessible ledges— a picture most artistic in its very incoherence and 
formlessness. "Towards Democracy" has a milder radiance, as of the moon compared with the sun- 
allowing you to glimpse the stars behind. Tender and meditative, less resolute and altogether less 
massive, it has the quality of the fluid and yielding air rather than of the solid and uncompromising 

All the above passages from the writings of Edward Carpenter are to be looked upon as utterances 
of the self conscious mind about Cosmic Consciousness. In "Towards Democracy" it must be 
understood that the Cosmic Sense itself speaks; sometimes about itself, sometimes about nature, 
man, etc., from the point of view of itself As for instance: 

Lo! What mortal eye hath not seen nor ear heard— [**] 

All sorrow finished— the deep, deep ocean of joy opening within— the surface sparkling. 

The myriad-formed disclosed, each one and all, all things that are, transfigured— 

Being filled with joy, hardly touching the ground, reaching cross-shaped with outstretched arms to 
the stars, along of the mountains and the forests, habitation of innumeral creatures, singing, joy 

As the sun on a dull morning breaking through the clouds—so from behind the sun another sun, 
from within the body another body— these shattered falling— 

Lo! now at last or yet awhile in due time to behold that which ye have so long sought— 

eyes, no wonder you are intent [61 : 200]. 

That day— the day of deliverance— shall come to you in what place you know not; it shall come but 
you know not the time.[**] 

[25 1-1]* A suggestion of what the Cosmic Sense shows him. 

[251-2]* As it came to him so shall it come to others. 

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In the pulpit while you are preaching[**] the sermon, behold! Suddenly the ties and bands— in the 
cradle, in the coffin, cerements and swathing-clothes— shall drop off; 

In the prison One shall come; and the chains which are stronger than iron, the fetters harder than 
steel, shall dissolve— you shall go free forever. 

In the sick room, amid life-long suffering and tears and weariness, there shall be a sound of wings— 
and you shall know that the end is near— 

(O loved one arise, come gently with me— be not too eager— lest joy itself should undo you.) 

In the field with the plow and the chain-harrow; by the side of your horse in the stall; 

In the brothel amid indecency and idleness and repairing your and your companions' dresses; 

In the midst of fashionable life, in making and receiving morning calls, in idleness, and arranging 
knick-knacks in your drawing-room— even there who knows? 

It shall duly, at the appointed hour, come [61: 231]. 

[252-1]* Almost literally true of Las Casas. 

There is no peace except where I am,[**] saith the Lord- 
Though you have health— that which is called health— yet without me it is only the fair covering of 

Though you have love, yet if I be not between and around the lovers, is their love only torment and 

Though you have wealth and friends and home— all these shall come and go— there is nothing stable 

or secure, which shall not be taken away. But I alone remain— I do not change. 
As space spreads everywhere, and all things move and change within it, but it moves not nor 

So I am the space within the soul, of which the space without is but the similitude and mental 

Comest thou to inhabit me, thou hast the entrance to all life— death shall no longer divide thee from 

whom thou lovest. 

1 am the sun that shines upon all creatures from within— gazest thou upon me thou shalt be filled 
with joy eternal. 

Be not deceived. Soon this outer world shall drop off— thou shalt slough it away as a man sloughs 
his mortal body. 

Learn even now to spread thy wings in that other world— the world of equality— to swim in the 
ocean, my child, of me and my love. 

(Ah! have I not taught thee by the semblance of this outer world, by its alienations and deaths and 

mortal sufferings—all for this? 
For joy, ah! joy unutterable!) [61:343-4]. 

[252-2]* The Cosmic Sense speaks. 

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a. Illumination occurred at the characteristic age~in the thirty-seventh year. 

b. And in the characteristic season—in the spring. 

c. There was a sense of "inward light," but not strictly the usual experience of subjective light. 

d. There was the usual sudden intellectual illumination, 

e. And the usual sudden moral elevation. 

f His life was absolutely governed henceforth by the new light that had dawned upon him— "it held 
his feet." 

g. He lost, absolutely, upon illumination, the sense of sin. 

h. He clearly saw himself to be immortal. 

i. But the best proof of Cosmic Consciousness in his case is his description thereof, which could 
only be drawn (as he tells us it was) from his own experience. 

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The Twilight. 

THE main purpose of this Fifth Part is to illustrate the inevitable fact that granted that there is such 
a mental faculty as Cosmic Consciousness and that it has been brought forth, as were the others, by 
gradual evolution, there must exist minds on all intermediate planes between mere self 
consciousness and the fullest Cosmic Consciousness so far produced by the onward and upward 
march of the race. 

If we think of the oncoming of the Cosmic Sense as the rising of a sun in the individual life it 
becomes clear, carrying out the analogy as we may probably do without fear of material error, that 
between the comparative darkness of the night of mere self consciousness and the light of the day 
which is Cosmic Consciousness there must exist an interval of what may fairly be called twilight—a 
region in which the sun of the Cosmic Sense will give more or less light, although not yet risen and 
perhaps never to rise in the life of that person. This twilight is often distinctly traceable (as in the 
case of Dante and Behmen) in lives that later become fully illumined. After momentary 
illumination, too, in the lesser cases a glow is left lasting for years, as if the sun, after appearing for 
a few moments above the horizon, remained immediately below it, very slowly descending, like the 
physical sun in northern latitudes about the time of the summer solstice. In another class of cases 
the individual spiritual life may be compared 

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to a winter day within the arctic circle. The sun slowly approaches the horizon, its path slanting 
gradually upward until the fiery ball nearly touches the earth's rim, passes slowly along the 
southeast, south, southwest, lighting the landscape but never showing its dazzling face—effecting a 
genuine illumination but without rising— yielding a glow which is in strong contrast to the darkness 
of night but which is yet infinitely short (in splendor and especially in fructifying power) of that of 
the direct solar rays. Such a case was one of the most noteworthy in this Fifth Part, that, namely, of 
Richard Jefferies. 

To-day innumerable men and women must be living in this twilight. Undoubtedly many cases of so- 
called conversion are simply instances of, generally sudden, spiritual ascent from the average self 
conscious level into the region of greater or less splendor, according to the altitude reached, which 
lies between that and Cosmic Consciousness. And if Carlyle's opinion [59: 150], which is in full 
accord with what we know of mental evolution— that "conversion," namely, "was not known to the 
ancients but has come to light for the first time in our modern era," be accepted, does this not 
clearly indicate a gradual spiritual ascent of a vast section of the human mind? Cases of conversion 
occurring in the young are not here noticed. These are probably generally, if not always, cases of 
more or less sudden spiritual ascent within the region strictly belonging to self consciousness and 
do not therefore concern us. But cases of so-called conversion occurring at thirty or thirty-five years 
of age (such as that of C. G. Finney, chapter 13, infra) are in themselves more striking phenomena 
and are doubtless always, or nearly always, instances of ascent into the region which lies beyond the 
limits of the ordinary self conscious mind. 

One word may be said in this place to guard against a possible suspicion. In the reporting of no case 
was the reporter (the person having the experience) prompted by word or sign. Every one of the 
following reports (as is manifestly true of those which are included in Part IV) is given absolutely 
spontaneously and nearly always without any knowledge of the phenomena belonging to 

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other cases, and certainly without being influenced in narration by a knowledge of other cases. In 

view of the extraordinary uniformity of the accounts given (as far as these go) it is important that 
this fact should be clearly realized. 

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RENAN tells us that the oldest documents in which Moses is mentioned are four hundred to five 
hundred years posterior to the date of the Exodus, at which time Moses lived, if he lived at all: "Les 
documents les plus anciens sur Moise sont posterieurs de quatre cents ou cinq cents ans a I'epoque 
ou ce personage a du vivre" [137:160]. Could there have been older, lost, written narratives, upon 
which those we have were based? Or could the long interval of over four hundred years have been 
bridged by tradition in such manner as to make the accounts we have of any value? It is hard to say. 
But if we should dare believe that the incidents in this man's personal history given in Exodus are in 
any sense reliable (they cannot, of course, be expected to be accurate), then we have in the great 
Egypto-Israelitish lawgiver a probable case of Cosmic Consciousness. The burning bush that he saw 
in Horeb, which was not consumed by the fire, would then be the form taken in tradition by the 
subjective light: "And the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of 
a bush; and he looked, and behold the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed" 
[11:3:2]. And the shining of his face: "And it came to pass, when Moses came down from Mount 
Sinai with the two tables of the testimony in Moses' hand when he came down from the mount, that 
Moses moist not that the skin of his face shone or sent forth beams by reason of his speaking with 
Him. And when Aaron and all the children of Israel saw Moses, behold the skin of his face shone; 
and they were afraid to come nigh him" [1 1 :34:29-30]. 

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[paragraph continues] This shining of Moses' face, when he descended Sinai, would be the 
"transfiguration" characteristic of Cosmic Consciousness. 

At the time that Moses saw the "fire," it would seem that he was already married and had sons 
[11:4:20], but he was, however, still young, for he lived and labored for forty years there., after. It 
seems likely that he was at or near the usual age of illumination at the time. He was at first alarmed 
at the "fire," or light, as is usual: "And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look upon God" [11: 
3: 6]. He distrusted his fitness for the task laid upon him: "Who am I that I should go unto Pharaoh" 
[11: 3:11]? just as Mohammed distrusted himself The "voice" giving more or less explicit 
commands is a common phenomenon. It is doubtful if this voice is ever heard with the outward 
ear—perhaps occasionally—more likely never. The light is almost certainly always subjective, and no 
doubt the voice also. But with the Cosmic Sense comes a consciousness of certain facts, and the 
impression made upon the person is that he has been told these, and if so, then by some one— some 
person (but, of course, not by a human being)— hence the voice of God to Moses, the voice of the 
Father to Jesus, the voice of Christ to Paul, the voice of Gabriel to Mohammed, the voice of 
Beatrice to Dante. Who the person thought to be heard (into whose mouth the teaching is put), shall 
be supposed to be, will be determined by the mental habitudes of the subject and of his age and 

What, now, was actually "told" Moses— if we may believe the report— and it seems credible— is (as 

far as the present writer can judge) exactly what would have been told him by the Cosmic Sense: 
The unity, power and goodness of God, namely, and that he should work for the people, of whom he 
was one. It seems likely, moreover, that there came upon Moses at about the epoch of the "burning 
bush" a great intellectual and moral expansion. The tables of the law (doubtless composed by him) 
go to prove this—so does the recognition of his superiority and authority, apparently so freely 
rendered by a people not especially inclined (it would seem) to surrender their own ideas and place 

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under the control of a leader having no hereditary or priestly jurisdiction. 

Since the above was written the editor has had a letter from C. M. C, whose case is included in this 
volume (Chapter 29, infra), in which she gives an experience so very similar to that of "the burning 
bush," that it is impossible to resist the temptation to quote it. She says: "Two lady friends and I 
were out driving a few days ago. It was a lovely, perfect morning. As we passed along the shaded 
country road, we got out of the carriage to gather the purple aster, which was blooming in all its 
perfection by the wayside. I was in a strangely joyous mood—all nature seemed sweet and pensive. 
The asters had never before seemed so beautiful to me. I looked at the large bunches we had 
gathered with growing amazement at their brightness, and it was some little time before I realized 
that this was unusual. But I soon found that I was seeing the aura of the flowers. A wonderful light 
shone out from every little petal and flower, and the whole was a blaze of splendor. I trembled with 
rapture— it was a 'burning bush.' It cannot be described. The flowers looked like gems or stars, the 
color of amethysts, so clear and transparent, so still and intense, a subtle living glow. The veil 
almost parted; not quite, or I should have seen them smiling and conscious and looking at me. What 
a moment that was! I thrill at the thought of it." 

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Gideon, Surnamed Jerubbaal. 

Thirteenth century B.C. 

And the angel of the Lord came and sat under the oak which was in Ophrah, that pertained unto 
Joash the Abiezrite: and his son Gideon was beating out wheat in the winepress, to hide it from the 
Midianites. And the angel of the Lord appeared unto him, and said unto him: The Lord is with thee, 
thou mighty man of valor. And Gideon said unto him. Oh, my Lord, if the Lord be with us, why 
then is all this befallen us? and where be all his wondrous works which our fathers told us of, 
saying. Did not the Lord bring us 

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up from Egypt? but now the Lord hath cast us off, and delivered us into the hand of Midian. And the 
Lord looked upon him, and said. Go in this thy might, and save Israel from the hand of Midian: 
have not I sent thee? And he said unto him. Oh, Lord, wherewith shall I save Israel? behold, my 
family is the poorest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my father's house. And the Lord said unto 
him. Surely I will be with thee, and thou shalt smite the Midianites as one man. And he said unto 

him, If now I have found grace in thy sight, then show me a sign that it is thou that talkest with me. 
Depart not hence, I pray thee, until I come unto thee, and bring forth my present, and lay it before 
thee. And he said, I will tarry until thou come again. And Gideon went in, and made ready a kid, 
and unleavened cakes of an ephah of meal: the flesh he put in a basket, and he put the broth in a pot, 
and brought it out unto him under the oak, and presented it. And the angel of God said unto him. 
Take the flesh and the unleavened cakes, and lay them upon this rock, and pour out the broth. And 
he did so. Then the angel of the Lord put forth the end of the staff that was in his hand and touched 
the flesh and the unleavened cakes; and there went up fire out of the rock and consumed the flesh 
and the unleavened cakes; and the angel of the Lord departed out of his sight. And Gideon saw that 
he was the angel of the Lord; and Gideon said, Alas, O Lord God! forasmuch as I have seen the 
angel of the Lord face to face. And the Lord said unto him. Peace be unto thee; fear not: thou shalt 
not die. Then Gideon built an altar there unto the Lord, and called it Jehovahshalom: unto this day it 
is yet in Ophrah of the Abiezrites [12:6:11-24]. 

Renan's comment on the life of this man would, were it taken seriously, make him, if not a great, at 
all events a case of Cosmic Consciousness. He says: "Circumstances of which we are ignorant 
inclined him to the exclusive worship of Jahveh. This conversion was attributed to a vision, and it is 
possible that in the case of Gideon, as in that of Moses, a sensible experience may have intervened. 
It would appear that there occurred to him one of the apparitions of flame in which Jahveh is 
supposed to reveal Himself [137:320]. 

Nothing definite can be said in this case. Gideon's age at the time is not known. The subjective light 
(if he experienced it), his sudden conversion from a lower to a higher religious plane (which seems 
pretty certain), his rapid elevation in the esteem of his countrymen, his long and strenuous life, his 
marked recognition of God, his refusal to reign in any other sense than as the agent of Jahveh~all 
these point to the possibility of his illumination. 

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HAD "the greatest of the Hebrew prophets" the Cosmic Sense I It does not seem unlikely. As Isaiah 
lived and wrote for thirty-nine years after his "vision" it might easily be that he was something over 
thirty years of age at that time—that is to say, in the year of the death of Uzziah, B.C. 740. The 
vision itself, as he describes it, suggests illumination—the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness. 
Isaiah writes: 

In the year that King Uzziah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his 
train filled the temple. Above him stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he 
covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly. And one cried unto 
another, and said. Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory. And the 
foundations of the threshold were moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled 
with smoke. Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, for mine 
eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts. Then flew one of the seraphim unto me, having a live 
coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar: and he touched my mouth 

with it and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged. 
And I heard the voice of the Lord, saying. Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then I said. 
Here am I; send me [Isaiah: 6: l-8].[**] 

[261-1]* The chief points to be noticed are: (1) He saw God. (2) He saw that God ii the Cosmos. (3) 
The expression "the house was filled with smoke" ought (if the hypothesis is correct) rather to read 
"with light" or "with flame," since it should refer to the subjective light; but it seems doubtful 
whether the Hebrew word Ashan ever means "light" or "flame." If, however, it is connected 
philologically with the Sanskrit Arman it ought to be capable of bearing an analogous interpretation. 
(4) He loses the sense of sin. 

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The Case of Li R. 

THE above named, who is commonly called Lao-tsze (the old philosopher), was born about 604 
B.C., in Honan, China. For part of his life, perhaps a large part, he was curator in the Royal 

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[paragraph continues] Library. Kung-fu-tse (Confucius) visited Li in 517, when he (Li) was in his 
eighty-eighth year. In the course of their conversation Li said to Kung: "The men about whom you 
talk are dead and their bones are mouldered to dust; only their words are left. Moreover when the 
superior man gets his opportunity he mounts aloft; but when the time is against him he is carried 
along by the force of circumstances. I have heard that a good merchant, though he have rich 
treasures safely stored, appears as if he were poor; and that the superior man, though his virtue be 
complete, is yet to outward seeming, stupid. Put away your proud air and many desires—your 
insinuating habit and wild will. They are of no advantage to you; this is all I have to tell you." Kung 
is made to say to his disciples after the interview: "I know birds can fly, fish swim and animals run. 
But the runner may be snared, the swimmer hooked, and the flyer shot by the arrow. But there is the 
dragon: I cannot tell how he mounts on the wind through the clouds and rises to heaven. To-day I 
have seen Lao-tsze, and can only compare him to the dragon" [166:34]. It seems to have been after 
this meeting that Lao-tsze wrote his book on the Tao and its attributes in five thousand characters. 
After writing the book he is said to have gone away toward the northwest. It is not known when or 
where he died. 

What is this Tao? It is said to keep those who possess it young. A famous Taoist, an old man, is 
represented as being addressed as follows: "You are old, sir, while your complexion is like that of a 
child; how is it so?" And the reply is: "I became acquainted with the Tao" [166: 24]. In the first 
translation of the Tao Teh King into any Western language Tao is taken in the sense of Ratio or the 
Supreme Reason. Abel Remusat's account of the character Tao is: "It does not seem possible to me 
to translate this word except by Logos in the triple sense of Sovereign Being, Reason and the 
Word." Remusat's successor in the chair of Chinese at Paris, Stanislas Julien, who made a 
translation of the Tao Teh King, decided that it was impossible to understand by Tao Primordial 
Reason or Sublime Intelligence, and concluded that the Tao was devoid of action, of thought, of 
judgment and 

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of intelligence—in fact, he seems (without saying so) to have Trade the word synonymous (as it 
doubtless is) with Nirvana [166:12]. Finally he translates it "a way" or "the way," in the sense of "I 
am the way, the truth and the life," and so again it becomes synonymous with "Christ," with 
"Nirvana" and with Cosmic Consciousness. 

Lao-tsze speaks of certain results which flow from the cultivation of the Tao, and if we will rightly 
understand his language we shall find that it holds good of those who have the Cosmic Sense. He 
says: "He who is skillful in managing his life travels on land without having to shun rhinoceros or 
tiger, and enters a host without having to avoid buff coat or sharp weapon. The rhinoceros finds no 
place in him into which to thrust its horn, nor the tiger a place in which to fix its claws, nor the 
weapon a place to admit its point. And for what reason? Because there is in him no place of death." 
And again: "He who has in himself abundantly the attributes (of the Tao) is like an infant. 
Poisonous insects will not sting him; fierce beasts will not seize him; birds of prey will not strike 
him" [166: 25]. 

To come down to our own day, here in America, to illustrate this passage. The writer has seen Walt 
Whitman on Long Island, New York, remain on a verandah a whole long summer evening, the air 
being literally loaded with mosquitoes. These would settle upon him in large numbers, but he did 
not appear to notice them. From time to time he waved a palm leaf fan which he held in his hand, 
but did not use it or his other hand to drive away or kill any of the mosquitoes. He did not appear to 
be bitten or in any way annoyed by the small creatures, who were driving the rest of the party 
almost wild. It is well known that Walt Whitman came and went freely and with impunity for years, 
off and on as he pleased, among the most dangerous people of New York. It has never been said that 
he was at any time molested or even spoken roughly to. As to the life of the possessor of the Tao (if 
that is Cosmic Consciousness) being indestructible by tigers, or other wild beasts or armed men, 
that is the simple truth. 

Again it is said of the Tao that its "highest excellence is like 

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that of water The excellence of water appears in its benefiting all things, and in its occupying, 
without striving to the contrary, the low ground which all men dislike. Hence (its way) is near to 
that of the Tao. There is nothing in the world more soft and weak than water, and yet for attacking 
things that are firm and strong there is nothing that can take precedence of it. Every one in the world 
knows that the soft overcomes the hard, and the weak the strong, but no one is able to carry it out in 
practice" [166: 30-1]. 

So Whitman says of the Cosmic Sense: "What is commonest, cheapest, meanest, easiest, is Me." 
And again: "There is nothing so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe." 

It is said further that: "It is the way of the Tao to act without (thinking of) acting, to conduct affairs 
without (feeling) the trouble of them, to taste without discerning any flavor, to consider the small as 
great, and the few as many, and to recompense injury with kindness" [166: 31]. 

Here follow a few passages from Li R's book, the Tao Teh King, accompanied by parallel passages 
from the sayings or writings of other men possessed of Cosmic Consciousness: 

[**] Ordinary men look bright and intelligent, while I alone seem to be benighted. They look full of 
discrimination, while I alone am dull and confused. I seem to be carried about as on the sea, drifting 

as if I had nowhere to rest.[**] All men have their spheres of action, while I alone seem dull and 
incapable, like a rude borderer. (Thus) I alone am different from other men, but I value the nursing- 
mother [the Tao] [166:63]. 

[**] The partial becomes complete; the crooked, straight; the empty, full; the worn out, new. He 
whose (desires) are few gets them; he whose (desires) are many goes astray [166: 65]. 

[**] The Tao, considered as unchanging, has no name. Though in its primordial simplicity it may be 
small, the whole world dares not deal with (one embodying) it as a minister. If a feudal 

[264-1]* "Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes. 

This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck. 

My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm" [193: 105]. 

[264-2]* "The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven have nests; but the Son of man hath not 
where to lay his head" [14: 8: 20]. 

[264-3]* "The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane ... the throat that was 
unsound is sound, the lungs of the consumptive are resumed, the poor distressed head is free" [193: 

[264-4]* "It is like a grain of mustard seed, which, when it is sown upon the earth, though it be less 
than all the seeds that are upon the earth, yet when it is sown, groweth up and becometh greater than 
all the herbs, and putteth out great branches; so that the birds [p. 265] of the heaven can lodge under 
the shadow thereof ' [15: 4: 31]. 

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prince or king could guard or hold it, all would spontaneously submit themselves to him. Heaven 
and earth (under his guidance) unite together and send down the sweet dew, which, without the 
directions of men, reaches equally everywhere as of its own accord [166: 74]. 

To him who holds in his hands the Great Image (of the invisible Tao) the whole world repairs. [**] 
Men resort to him, and receive no hurt, but (find) rest, peace, and the feeling of ease. Music and 
dainties will make the passing guest stop (for a time). But though the Tao as it comes from the 
mouth seems insipid and has no flavor, though it seems not worth being looked at or listened to, the 
use of it is inexhaustible [166: 77]. 

Without going outside his door,[**] one understands (all that takes place) under the sky; without 
looking out from his window, one sees the Tao of heaven. The farther that one goes out (from 
himself) the less he knows [166: 89]. 

He who gets as his own all under heaven does so by giving himself no trouble (with that end).[**] 
If one takes trouble (with that end) he is not equal to getting as his own all under heaven [166: 90]. 

He who has in himself abundantly the attributes (of the Tao) is like an infant. [**] Poisonous insects 
will not sting him; birds of prey will not strike him [166:99]. 

He who knows (the Tao) does not (care to) speak (about it);[**] he who is (ever ready to) speak 
about it does not know it. He (who knows it) will keep his mouth shut and close the portals 

[265-1]* "The natural man receiveth not the things of the spirit of God [of the Cosmic Sense], for 

they are foolishness unto him" [20: 2: 14]. The teachings of the Cosmic Sense are always tasteless 
and insipid at first, but their use "is inexhaustible." 

[265-2]* "In vain the speeding or shyness, 

In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes" [193: 54]. 

"I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion. 

Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them? 

Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you" [193:55]. 

"What is commonest, cheapest, meanest, easiest, is Me" [193: 39]. 
"Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last" [193: 175]. 

[265-3]* "To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, 
abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it. 

To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the 
well married couple, and the fruits of orchards and the flowers of gardens. 

To gather the minds of men out of their brains, the love out of their hearts" [193: 127]. 

[265-4]* "Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall in no wise enter 
therein" [15: 10: 15]. 

[265-5]* It is curious that men with Cosmic Consciousness will not speak of it. Years ago, when the 
writer was as intimate with Walt Whitman as he ever was with any of his brothers he tried hard to 
get Whitman to tell him something about it (for he knew [p. 266] well there was something special 
to tell and Whitman knew that he knew), but he could never extract a word from the poet. These 
men put it in their writings in an impersonal manner, but will hardly ever speak face to face of their 
personal experiences; these are too sacred to be dealt with in that manner. 

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[paragraph continues] (of his nostrils). He will blunt his sharp points and unravel the complications 
of things; he will attemper his brightness, and bring himself into agreement with the obscurity (of 
others). This is called "the Mysterious Agreement." (Such an one) cannot be treated familiarly or 
distantly; he is beyond all consideration of profit or injury—of nobility or meanness; he is the 
noblest man under heaven [166: 100]. 

(Its) admirable words can purchase honor; [**] (its) admirable deeds can raise their performer above 
others. Even men who are not good are not abandoned by it [166: 105]. 

(It is the way of the Tao) to act without (thinking of) acting; [**] to conduct affairs without (feeling 
the) trouble of them; to taste without discerning any flavor; to consider what is small is great, and a 
few as many; and to recompense injury with kindness [166: 106]. 

That whereby the rivers and seas are able to receive the homage and tribute of all the valley 
streams,[**] is their skill in being lower than they; it is thus that they are the kings of them all. So it 
is that the sage (ruler), wishing to be above men, puts himself by his words below them, and, 
wishing to be before them, places his person behind them [166: 109]. 

All the world says that, while my Tao is great, it yet appears to be inferior (to other systems of 
teaching). Now it is just its greatness that makes it seem to be inferior. If it were like any other 
(system), for long would its smallness have been known! [**] 

But I have three precious things which I prize and hold fast. The first is gentleness; the second is 
economy, and the third is shrinking from taking precedence of others. 

With that gentleness I can be bold; with that economy I can be liberal; shrinking from taking 
precedence of others, I can become a vessel of the highest honor. Nowadays they give up gentleness 
and are all for being bold; economy, and are all for being liberal; the hindmost place, and seek only 
to be foremost; (all of which the end is) death [166:110]. 

Sincere words are not fine; fine words are not sincere; [**] those who are skilled (in the Tao) do not 

[266-1]* "Then came Peter and said to him. Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me and I 
forgive him? Until seven times? Jesus said unto him, I say not unto thee, until seven times, but until 
seventy times seven" [14: 18: 21]. 

[266-2]* "But I say unto you. Love your enemies, and pray for them that persecute you" [14: 5: 44]. 

[266-3]* "Whosoever would become great among you shall be your minister; and whosoever would 
be first among you shall be your servant" [14:20:26]. 

[266-4]* Consider and compare the lives and teachings of Gautama, Jesus, Paul, Whitman, 
Carpenter and nearly all the great cases. 

[266-5]* "Logic and sermons never convince" [193: 53]. 

"I cannot beguile the time with talk. 

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(about it); the disputatious are not skilled in it. Those who know (the Tao) are not extensively 
learned; the extensively learned do not know it [166: 123][**] 

[267-1]* In the learned coterie sitting constrained and still, for learning inures not to me" [193: 

"If any man thinketh that he is wise among you in this world, let him become a fool, that he may 
become wise" [20: 3: 18]. 

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BOTH by his moral qualities and intellectual gifts, Socrates seems to take rank with the foremost 
men of all history. But it would be obviously absurd to argue that because of these facts he was a 
case of Cosmic Consciousness, and that among the marks of Cosmic Consciousness are moral 
elevation and intellectual enlightenment. Xenophon tells us that Socrates claimed that "intimations 
were given him by a God" [201: 350]. He says that "Socrates had been admired beyond all men for 

the cheerfulness and tranquillity with which he lived" [201: 505], and he further quotes Socrates as 
saying: "I would not admit to any man that he has lived either better or with more pleasure than 
myself [201:506]. These indications, without being absolute, suggest strongly that Socrates had the 
Cosmic Sense. It is well known that he had exceptional health and constitutional strength, and it 
seems that at the time of his death, though over seventy years of age, both his mind and body were 
as vigorous as ever. Also it seems clear that he had a very strong conviction of immortality, though 
possibly this did not amount to the sense of immortality which belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. 
His optimism, also one of the marks of the Cosmic Sense, must not be forgotten, nor must his far 
more than average personal attractiveness. The phenomenon of the "sign," "voice," "god," "genius" 
or "daemon" is said to have dated from his early years. 

On the other hand, Lelut [88: 313] dates what he considers as Socrates' insanity [**] from the siege 
of Potidaea, B.C. 429, when 

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[paragraph continues] Socrates would have been about forty years old. What happened on this 
occasion is given as follows in the "Symposium" [127: 71]: "One morning he was thinking about 
something which he could not resolve; he would not give it up, but continued thinking from early 
dawn until noon. There he stood, fixed in thought; and at noon attention was drawn to him, and the 
rumor ran through the wondering crowd that Socrates had been standing and thinking about 
something ever since the break of day. At last, in the evening, after supper, some lonians, out of 
curiosity (I should explain that this was not in winter but in summer), brought out their mats and 
slept in the open air that they might watch him and see whether he would stand all night. There he 
stood all night until the following morning; and, with the return of light, he offered up a prayer to 
the sun and went his way." 

If, now, we accept this narrative as fact we shall possibly prefer Elam's explanation of it to that of 
Lelut. It runs: "It is not impossible that he who had turned his back upon an old, worn-out, effete 
system of philosophy, and who out of the depths of his own thought had eliminated the great truths 
of the immortality of the soul, and the certainty of a future state of rewards and punishments; who 
from a chaotic polytheism had arrived at the belief in One God, the Creator and upholder of all 
things—it is not impossible that such a man may have been so wrapt and lost in the opening 
immensity and profundity of these considerations as to become insensible to surrounding objects for 
even so long a time as is here mentioned" [88: 3 14]. 

Let us add the testimony of Balzac in "Louis Lambert" [5: 127], in which a state analogous to 
catalepsy is described as accompanying illumination in that case. 

If we put all the facts together—the age of Socrates at the time, the character of the man physically, 
intellectually and morally— we may not be far wrong if we conclude that he belonged to the order of 
men of which this volume treats. 


^267:* For Lelut is a typical "common sense" man and to him all mystics are lunation. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 
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Roger Bacon. 

1214-1294 (?). 

NEITHER this nor any other man should be classed among the members of the new race because he 
had an extraordinary wit, for some of the greatest human intellects are clearly outside Cosmic 
Consciousness; neither would any extraordinary development of this faculty alone lead a man into 
it. It is not, then, because of his intelligence, extraordinary as this seems to have been, that the 
question. Was Roger Bacon a case of Cosmic Consciousness? is raised here. On the other hand, 
unfortunately, no details, such as instantaneous illumination or the subjective light, have come down 
to us as having existed in this case. All we have are references of Bacon's to a certain "Master 
Peter," from whom he received extraordinary assistance in his philosophical work. And the question 
is. Does not this Master Peter bear the same relation to Bacon that Christ bore to Paul, Beatrice to 
Dante, Seraphita to Balzac, Gabriel to Mohammed? For we must never forget the essential quality 
of the Cosmic Conscious mind. 

This, then, according to Charles [58], is the way matters stood between Bacon and Master Peter. Let 
each judge for himself who or what Master Peter may have been. Charles has been speaking of the 
intellectual stir and life of the time, and goes on: "In the midst of it all under what flag shall the 
Oxford student fight? What master shall he choose among so many illustrious doctors? He 
contemplates at its most brilliant focus this science of which his contemporaries are so proud, and 
the sentiment he feels is not enthusiasm but scorn. He listens to the most eloquent voices, but for 
master he chooses not an Alexander of Hales, or an Albert, but an obscure person of whom history 
knows nothing. This apparent renaissance seems to him a veritable decadence. To him these 
Dominicans and Franciscans are ignorant men when compared with Robert de Lincoln and his 
friends, and the modems 

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generally barbarians as contrasted with the Greeks and the Arabs. Experience, he thinks, is worth 
more than all the writings of Aristotle, and a little grammar and mathematics more useful than all 
the metaphysics of the schools. So he applied himself passionately to these disdained sciences. He 
learns Arabic, Greek, Hebrew, Chaldee—four languages—in an age in which Albert knew only one 
of them and in which St. Thomas is glad to use the bad translations of William de Morbeke. He 
reads with avidity the books of the ancients, studies mathematics, alchemy, optics. Before reforming 
the education of his age he reconstructs his own education, and to this end associates himself with 
mathematicians and obscure savants in preference to the most renowned philosophers. Alexander de 
Hales inspires him with nothing but scorn. Albert, in his eyes, is ignorant and presumptuous, and his 
influence fatal to the epoch over which its dominance extends. William of Auvergne alone merits 
respect. The friends whom he values are less celebrated persons—William of Shirwood, according to 
him, much more learned than Albert; Campano de Novarre, mathematician and arithmetician; 
Nicolas, tutor of Amansy de Montfort; John of London, believed by Jeff to be John Peckham, and, 
above all, the most unknown, according to him, the most learned of the men of that time, him whom 
he venerates as his master, admires as the living example of true science and whom he names 
'Master Peter.' 

"If we judge by the portrait Bacon has drawn of him, this is a singular person. Master Peter is a 
solitary, as careful to avoid renown as others to seek it; taking pains to veil and hide his science 

from men, and who refuses men the truth which they are not worthy to receive. Master Peter does 
not belong to any of the powerful church orders of the day; he does not teach, and desires neither 
students nor admirers; he shuns the importunity of the vulgar He is proud, and to his disdain of the 
crowd he unites an immense faith in himself He lives isolated, content with the mental wealth he 
has, which he could multiply many times if he desired so to do. Did he deign to fill a professor's 
chair the whole world would come to Paris to hear him; should he be willing to 

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attach himself to some sovereign no treasury could pay the value of his marvellous science. But he 
despises the mass made up of madmen tainted with the subtleties of law, charlatans who by their 
sophisms dishonor philosophy, render medicine ridiculous and falsify theology itself The most 
clear-sighted of them are blind, or should they make vain efforts to use their eyes the truth dazzles 
them. They are like bats in the twilight—the less light there is the better they see. He alone looks 
face to face at the radiant sun. Hidden in a retreat which gives him security with silence. Master 
Peter leaves to others long discourses and the war of words to give himself up to the study of 
chemistry, the natural sciences, mathematics, medicine, and, above all, experience, of which he 
alone in this age realizes the importance. His disciple salutes him by the name of 'Master of 
Experience,' which replaces in his case the ambitious and sonorous titles of the other doctors. 

"Experience reveals to him the secrets of nature, the curative art, celestial phenomena and their 
relation to those of earth; he disdains nothing and does not shrink from applying science to the 
realities of the common earth; he would blush if he found a layman, an old woman, a soldier or a 
peasant better informed than himself in matters that concern each. 

"To cast and forge metals, to manipulate silver, gold and all minerals, [**] to invent deadly 
instruments of war, new arms, to make a science of agriculture and of the labor of the rustic, not to 
neglect surveying nor the art of building, to seek with diligence the basis of truth hidden even under 
the charms of the sorcerer, under the impostures and artifices of jugglers—this is the work to which 
he has devoted his life. He has examined all, learned all, separated everywhere the true from the 
false, and through the void and sterile wilderness has discovered a practicable route. Is it desired to 
hasten the progress of science 2 Here is the only man equal to the task. Should he make up his mind 
to divulge his secrets, kings and princes would crown him with honors and gifts, 

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and in an expedition against the infidel he would render more service to St. Louis than half— yes, 
than all— his army. [**] 

"It is from this great unknown, this undiscovered genius, whose name has remained unregistered in 
the history of science, that (according to him) Bacon learned languages, astronomy, mathematics, 
experimental science, everything, in fact, that he knew. Compared with this Master Peter, the 
students, professors, writers, masters, thinkers of the universities were dull, lumpish, insensate 
[compare Paul, Bacon, Behmen, Mohammed; it is indeed the universal testimony that when the 
Cosmic Sense appears the wisdom of self consciousness is reduced to dust and ashes]. The piety of 
Bacon toward his unknown master ought to rescue this latter from the obscurity in which he is 
buried, but it seems impossible to identify him among the infinite number of savants of the same 
name who are to be found in the catalogues" [58:14 et seq.]. 


A272:* "In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find the developments, and find 

the eternal meanings" [193: 169]. 

A272:* The above account of Master Peter is collected by Charles from Bacon's "Opus Tertium, 
"Opus Minus," his "De Septem Peccatis," and other works. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Blaise Pascal. 


HE was bom on the 19th of June, 1623. As a child, boy and young man, he was exceptionally 
precocious—in this respect comparable to Bacon. It is said that, although his parents endeavored to 
restrain his mental development, yet "at the age of ten he had propounded an acoustic theory in 
advance of the views then entertained; at twelve he had evolved geometry from his own reflections; 
and at fifteen he composed a treatise on conic sections which Descartes refused to believe in as 
having proceeded from so young a mind" [88: 329]. 

Pascal's health was all his life delicate. He was probably always a perfectly moral man, though fond 
of gaiety and the social pleasures of his time and country. 

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He gave abundant evidence throughout his whole life that he possessed in an unusual degree the 
mental honesty and earnestness that seems always to belong to those who attain to the Cosmic 

In November, 1654, he being then thirty-one and a half years old, something happened which 
radically altered Pascal's life. From that date he practically abandoned the world and became and 
remained, until his death, markedly religious and charitable. From that date, however, his life was 
very secluded and few details appear to be known. 

Bright as his intellect was before November, 1654, it was still brighter afterwards. About a year 
subsequent to that date he began the "Provincial Letters," and later wrote his "Pensees," both of 
which works (though the latter is only a series of notes for a book to be written) show extraordinary 
mental qualities. It is safe to say that he could not have written either of them before the above date. 

A few days after Pascal's death a servant felt by chance something hard and thick under the cloth of 
his doublet. Ripping the seam in the neighborhood he found a folded parchment, and within this a 
folded paper. These both bore writing in Pascal's hand, the words of which are those here given. 
Both parchment and paper were taken to Pascal's sister, Madame Perier, who showed them to some 
friend. They all saw at once that these words thus written by Pascal in duplicate and preserved by 
him with so much care and trouble ( removing them himself, as he did, from garment to garment), 
must have had in his eyes a profound meaning. Some time after the death of Madame Perier (which 
happened twenty-five years after the death of her brother), her children communicated the 
documents to a friar, who was an intimate friend of the family. He copied the document and wrote 
some pages of commentary upon it, to which Marguerite Perier added some further pages. These 

commentaries are now lost, as is also the parchment. The paper copy, however, in Pascal's hand, is 
still extant in the Bibliotheque Nationale. Paris. It was Cordocet 

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who gave the document the name of "Pascal's Mystic Amulette" [1 12a: 156]. 

Translated into English the words of the amulet are as follows: "The year of grace 1654, Monday, 
23 November, day of St. Clement, Pope and Martyr. From about half-past ten in the evening until 
about half-past twelve, midnight, FIRE. God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Jacob, not of the 
philosophers nor of the Wise. Assurance, joy, assurance, feeling, joy, peace. GOD OF JESUS 
CHRIST, my God and thy God. Thy God shall be my God. Forgotten of the world and of all except 
GOD. He is only found in the ways taught in the Gospel. THE SUBLIMITY OF THE HUMAN 
SOUL. Just Father, the world has not known thee but I have known thee. Joy, joy, joy, tears of joy. I 
do not separate myself from thee. They left me behind, me a fountain of living water My God, do 
not leave me. Let me not be separated from thee eternally. This is eternal life that they should know 
thee the only true God and him whom thou hast sent. JESUS CHRIST- JESUS CHRIST. I have 
separated myself from him; I have fled, renounced, crucified him. Let me not be forever separated 
from him. One is saved only by the teaching of the Gospel. RECONCILIATION TOTAL AND 
SWEET. Total submission to JESUS CHRIST and to my DIRECTOR. Continual joy for the days of 
my life on earth. I shall not forget what you have taught me. Amen." [**] 

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No one who has read this book so far will have, I think, the least doubt as to the meaning of the 
words of the amulet. 

The subjective light was evidently strongly marked. Immediately following it comes the sense of 
liberation, salvation, joy, content, intense thankfulness. Then the realization of the grandeur of the 
human soul, immediately followed by the rapture of the realization of God. He glances back and 
sees how futile his life and ambitions have so far been. Then realizes his present reconcilement with 
the cosmos and that the rest of his life must be continual joy. 

The words of the amulet, the care and secrecy with which it was preserved, its date in reference to 
Pascal's age, Pascal's splendid intellect and previous character so far as known to us, the change in 
his life, synchronous with the date of the amulet, 

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his moral exaltation and intellectual illumination from and after that time; above all, the subjective 
light, which seems to have been more than usually pronounced and longer than usually continued, 
though in the case of John Yepes it is said to have lasted a whole night [112:108]. All these taken 
together make it certain to the mind of the writer that Pascal was a case of Cosmic Consciousness. 
Of course, it has been said of him, as it was of Jesus, Paul, Blake, and others, that Pascal was 
insane; but I see no evidence of anything of the kind. The words of the amulet bear testimony to 
having been written immediately after illumination (before he went to bed that night, it would 
seem). They are, therefore, naturally somewhat incoherent. They bear witness to joy, triumph, 
enlightenment, not to disease. The man who writes them has just seen the Brahmic Splendor and 
felt the Brahmic Bliss. That is all. 


'^274:* Lelut (112a: 154] gives the exact words of the amulet, their form and arrangement, as 

L'an de grace 1654 
Lundy 23 e novbre jour de St Clement 
Pape et m. et autres au martirologe Romain 
veille de St. Crisogone m. et autres, etc. . . . 
Depuis environ dix heures et demi du soir 
jusques environ minuit et demi. 


Dieu d' Abraham. Dieu d'Isaac. Dieu de Jacob 
non des philosophes et des savane [p. 275] 

Certitude joye certitude, sentiment, veue joye paix. 

Dieu de Jesus christ 

Deum meum et Deum vestrum 

Jeh. 20. 17. 
Ton Dieu sera mon Dieu. Ruth. 
Oubly du monde et de tout hormis Dieu 
II ne se trouve que par les voyes enseignees 
dans I'Evangile. Grandeur de I'ame humaine. 
Pere juste, le monde ne t'a point 
connu. maisjet'ai connu. Jeh. 17 

Joye, joye, joye, et pleurs de joys 

Je m 'en suis separe 

Dereliquerunt me fontem aqua vivae 

mon Dieu me quitterez vous 

que je n'en sois pas separe eternellement. 

Cette est la vie eternelle qu'ils te connaissent 
Seul vray Dieu et celuy que tu as envoye 

Jesus christ 

Jesus christ 

Je m'en suie separe 

je I'ay fuy renonce, crucife, 

que je n'en sois jamais separe 

II ne se conserve que par les voyes ensignees 
dans I'Evangile 

Renonciation totale et douce 

Soumission totale a Jesus christ et a mon Directeur. 
eternellement en joye pour un jour d'exercice sur la terre 
non obliviscar sermones tuos. Amen. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 

Benedict Spinoza. 


BORN at Amsterdam, November 24th, 1632, the son of a Portuguese Jew and a Jew himself until 
the age of twenty-four, when he was "solemnly cut off from the Commonwealth of Israel" [87b: 
400]. He was an accomplished Latinist and an enthusiastic disciple of Descartes, though he ceased 
to be his follower by the end of the five years of concentrated thought and study that followed his 
excommunication. This is not the place to insist on the greatness of Spinoza, which indeed should 
be known to all who read serious books. 

Few moderns indeed have been so endorsed by the discipleship of great men as he—by that of 
Goethe, for instance, and Coleridge, of Novalis, Hegel, Lessing, Herder, Schelling, Scheiermacher 
and many others. So true is this that "it is admitted that Spinoza was the founder of modern 
philosophy" [133:372]. 

It will not be possible to show that Spinoza was a case of Cosmic 

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[paragraph continues] Consciousness in the same sense that it can be shown, for instance, that John 
Yepes was a case; we have not the necessary details of his illumination. All that can be done is to set 
down such facts as we have and let the reader judge for himself We shall consider first the nature of 
his philosophic teaching and then the facts of his actual life. We shall find that both point almost 
inevitably to the same conclusion. Spinoza (for instance) "cannot allow that sin and evil have any 
positive reality, much less that anything happens contrary to God's will. Nay, it is only an inexact 
and human fashion of speech to say that man can sin against or offend God" [133: 47]. Again: "The 
Universe is governed by divine laws, which, unlike those of man's making, are immutable, 
inviolable and an end to themselves, not instruments for the attainment of particular objects. The 
love of God is man's only true good. From other passions we can free ourselves, but not from love, 
because for the weakness of our nature we could not subsist without the enjoyment of something 
that may strengthen us by our union with it. Only the knowledge of God will enable us to subdue 
the hurtful passions. This, as the source of all knowledge, is the most perfect of all; and inasmuch as 
all knowledge is derived from the knowledge of God, we may know God better than we know 
ourselves. This knowledge in time leads to the love of God, which is the soul's union with Him. The 
union of the soul with God is its second birth, and therein consists man's immortality and freedom" 
[1.33: 86]. The last clause of the above sentence, italicized by the present editor, if taken absolutely, 
settles the question—for the union of the soul with God is illumination, is the second birth, and in it 
is immortality and freedom. Again he says: "Love toward a thing eternal and infinite feeds the mind 
with pure joy, and is wholly free from sorrow; this is to be greatly desired and strenuously sought 
for" [133 : 1 16]. This is the Brahmic Bliss— the joy that Whitman, Carpenter, Yepes and the rest never 
tire of celebrating. Then farther on he tells us that the chief good is to be endowed with a certain 
character "What that character is we shall show in its proper place— namely, that it consists in 
knowledge of the union which the mind 

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has with the whole of nature" [133:118]. But such knowledge does not exist apart from 
illumination, while on the other hand all those who have entered Cosmic Consciousness possess it. 
So Spinoza, instead of seeking in the usual way an artificial explanation for the correspondence of 
two such (apparently) different things as body and mind pronounces boldly that "they are the same 
thing and differ only as aspects" [133: 180]. So Whitman (and all the rest in varying language): 
"Was somebody asking to see the soul? See your own shape and countenance, etc." [193: 25]. So, 
again, Spinoza more than once classifies the kinds of our knowledge in such manner as to 

necessitate the inclusion of what is called in this book intuition, which is that form which belongs to 
the Cosmic Conscious mind and to that mind only. He says, for instance: "We may learn things (1) 
by hearsay or on authority; (2) by the mere suggestion of experience; (3) by reasoning; (4) by 
immediate and complete perception" [133:119 and 188]. And he says further that this last mode of 
knowing "proceeds from an adequate idea of the absolute nature of some attribute of God to an 
adequate knowledge of the nature of things." That is to say, the man enters into conscious relation 
with God (in the act of illumination), and through that contact—as far as it goes—he has an 
"adequate knowledge of things." It is doubtful whether any merely self conscious man could have 
used this language, for to such a man nothing seems more absurd than a claim to knowledge by 
simple intuition, and yet nothing is more certain than that such a knowledge is thus acquired. The 
following is equally characteristic: "To know God— in other words, to know the order of nature and 
regard the universe as orderly— is the highest function of the mind; and knowledge, as the perfect 
form of the mind's normal activity, is good for its own sake and not as a means" [133: 241]. If 
Spinoza means here (as it seems likely he does) the same as Balzac meant when he said of 
specialism that it "alone can explain God," then Spinoza was a specialist. So when he says that 
"clear and distinct knowledge of the intuitive kind engenders love towards an immutable and eternal 
being, truly within our reach" 1133: 268], he implies in 

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himself the possession of Cosmic Consciousness and teaches that this is within reach of all. Equally 
characteristic is the following: "In all exact knowledge the mind knows itself under the form of 
eternity; that is to say, in every such act it is eternal and knows itself as eternal. This eternity is not a 
persistence in time after the dissolution of the body, no more than a pre-existence in time, for it is 
not commensurable with time at all. And there is associated with it a state or quality of perfection 
called the intellectual love of God" [133:269]. Spinoza, as Whitman, taught that "there is in fact no 
evil" [193:22]; he says: "The perfection of things is to be reckoned only from their own nature and 
power; and things are not therein more or less perfect that they delight or offend the sense of men, 
or that they are convenient for the nature of man or repugnant thereto. If any ask why God hath not 
so created all men that they should be governed only by reason? I give them no answer but this: 
Because he lacked not matter for creating all things, even from the highest degree of perfection into 
the lowest. Or more exactly thus: Because the laws of his own nature were so vast as to suffice for 
producing all things which can be conceived by an infinite understanding" [133:327]. As Pollock 
remarks, this is "a hypothetical infinite mind, which must be distinguished from the infinite 
intellect, which we have met with as one of the things immediately produced by God" [133: 328]. 

Finally Spinoza sums up in the following noble passage: "I have finished everything I wished to 
explain concerning the power of the mind over the emotions and concerning its liberty. From what 
has been said we see what is the strength of the wise man and how much he surpasses the ignorant 
who is driven by blind desire. For the ignorant man [the self conscious mind— compare Balzac— 
supra and [5:144] where he classifies the human mind as Spinoza does here] is not only agitated by 
external causes in many ways, and never enjoys true peace of soul, but lives also ignorant, as it 
were, both of God and of things, and as soon as he ceases to suffer ceases also to be. On the other 
hand, the wise man [the Cosmic Conscious man], in so far as he is considered as such, is scarcely 
ever moved in his mind, but, being conscious by a certain 

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eternal necessity of himself, of God, and of things, never ceases to be and always enjoys true peace 
of soul. If the way which, as I have shown, leads hither [i.e., to Cosmic Consciousness] seems very 
difficult, it can nevertheless be found. It must indeed be difficult, since it is so seldom discovered; 
for if salvation lay ready to hand and could be discovered without great labor, how could it be 

possible that it should be neglected almost by everybody 's But all noble things are as difficult as 
they are rare" [170a: 283]. 

A few words now as to the personal characteristics of the man. John Colerus, minister of the 
Lutheran church, at that city, during Spinoza's residence at The Hague, knew him well, and what 
follows will be taken largely from his narrative, which is included in Sir Frederick Pollock's 
volume. Colerus says: "Spinoza was of middle size, had good features, complexion dark, black 
curly hair, long black eyebrows, so that one might easily know by his looks that he was descended 
from Portuguese Jews. As for his clothes, he was very careless of them; they were not better than 
those of the meanest citizen" [133: 394]. 

Spinoza was in fact very poor. Like Thoreau, Whitman, Carpenter, Buddha, Jesus and many other 
men of his class, he seemed to prefer poverty. He made a very plain living by grinding glasses for 
telescopes. He was several times offered money by well-off persons who knew and liked him, but 
always refused until a friend, de Vries, from whom he had refused during his life to accept money, 
dying, charged his brother, who was his heir, to pay to Spinoza out of his estate a suitable 
maintenance. The brother wanted to pay Spinoza five hundred florins a year, but Spinoza would 
only accept three hundred—about one hundred and fifty dollars [87b: 401]. Spinoza lived in the 
plainest possible way; he was never married; most of his life he lived with others, paying his board; 
the rest of the time he lived alone in lodgings, buying what he needed and keeping very retired. "It 
is scarcely credible how sober and frugal he was all the time. Not that he was reduced to so great a 
poverty as not to be able to spend more if he had been willing. He had friends enough who offered 
him their purses and all manner of assistance. But he was naturally very sober and 

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could be satisfied with little, and he did not care that people should think that he had lived, even but 
once, at the expense of other men. What I say about his sobriety and good husbandry may be proved 
by several small reckonings which have been found among his papers after his death. It appears by 
them that he lived a whole day upon a milk soup done with butter, which amounted to threepence, 
and upon a pot of beer of three halfpence. Another day he ate nothing but gruel done with raisins 
and butter, and that dish cost him four-pence halfpenny. There are but two half-pints of wine at most 
for one month to be found among these reckonings, and though he was often invited to eat with his 
friends he chose rather to live upon what he had at home, though it were ever so little, than to sit 
down at a good table at the expense of another man" [133: 393]. "His conversation was very sweet 
and easy. He knew admirably well how to be master of his passions, and was never seen very 
melancholy nor very merry. He was very courteous and obliging, and would often discourse with 
his landlady and the people of the house when they happened to be sick or afflicted—never failing to 
comfort them. He would put the children often in mind of going to church and taught them to be 
obedient and dutiful to their parents. One day his landlady asked him whether he believed she could 
be saved in the religion she professed? He answered: 'Your religion is a good one; you need not 
look for another, nor doubt that you may be saved in it provided while you apply yourself to piety 
you live at the same time a peaceable and quiet life.' When he stayed at home he was troublesome to 
nobody; he spent the greater part of his time quietly in his own chamber. When he happened to be 
tired by having applied himself too much to his philosophical meditations he went downstairs to 
refresh himself and discoursed with the people of the house about anything that might afford matter 
for an ordinary conversation and even about trifles. He also took pleasure in smoking a pipe of 
tobacco" [133:395]. 

Spinoza was never a robust man. "Consumption had been making its insidious inroads upon him for 
many years, and early in 1677 he must have been conscious that he was seriously ill. On 

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[paragraph continues] Saturday, 20th of February, he sent to Amsterdam for his friend, Dr. Meyer. 
On the following day the people of the family with whom he lived, having no thought of immediate 
danger, went to afternoon service. When they came back Spinoza was no more; he had died about 
three in the afternoon, with Meyer for the only witness of his last moments" [87b: 403]. At the time 
of his death Spinoza was forty-four years and three months old. 

All that remains is to show that, as in his life and teachings, so in his reception by the world, is 
Spinoza closely allied to the class of men with whom it is here sought to associate him. "The first 
effect of his writings in Holland was to raise a storm of controversial indignation" [133: 349]. And 
the man whom Novalis truly described as "God intoxicated," was pronounced "blasphemous, 
atheistic, deceitful," while his books were described as the "soul-destroying works of Spinoza" [ib.]. 
For a hundred years after his death he was little read, but since then more and more, and he now 
takes rank where he belongs, as one of the great spiritual leaders of the race. 

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Colonel James Gardiner. 


BORN January 10, 1688. Is said to have fought three duels before he was grown up. Entered the 
army young and fought with great bravery. His relations with women said to have been free, even 
licentious. Was not religious, even the reverse of that, but at times suffered "inexpressible remorse," 
on account of his life, which seemed to him evil. In the middle of July, 1719, when he was thirty- 
one and a half years of age, occurred the event which gives him a place in this volume: "He had 
spent the evening in some gay company and had an unhappy assignation with a married woman, 
whom he was to attend exactly at twelve. The company broke up at eleven, and, not judging it 
convenient to anticipate 

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the time appointed, he went into his chamber to kill the tedious hour, perhaps with some amusing 
book, or some other way. But it very accidentally happened that he took up a religious book, which 
his good mother or aunt had, without his knowledge, slipped into his portmanteau. It was called, if I 
remember the title exactly, 'The Christian Soldier, or Heaven Taken by Storm,' and it was written by 
Mr. Thomas Watson. Guessing by the title of it that he would find some phrases of his own 
profession spiritualized in a manner which he thought might afford him some diversion, he resolved 
to dip into it; but he took no serious notice of anything it had in it. [**] And yet while this book was 
in his hand an impression was made upon his mind (perhaps God only knows how) which drew 
after it a train of the most important and happy consequences. He thought he saw an unusual blaze 
of light fall upon the book which he was reading, which he at first imagined might happen by some 
accident in the candle; but lifting up his eyes, he apprehended, to his extreme amazement, that there 
was before him, as it were suspended in the air, a visible representation of the Lord Jesus Christ 
upon the cross, surrounded upon all sides with a glory, and was impressed as if a voice, or 
something equivalent to a voice, [*+] had come to him to this effect (for he was not confident as to 

the words): 'Oh, sinner, did I suffer this for thee, and are these thy returns?' Struck with so amazing 
a phenomenon as this, there remained hardly any life in him, [*++] so that he sank down in the 
armchair in which he sat and continued, he knew not how long, insensible" [107:286]. The 
immediate effect of Gardiner's experience is said to have been a knowledge, or rather a sight, of the 
"majesty and goodness of God," and his after life (a period of twenty-six years) was of 
distinguished excellence. The "new man" was as virtuous and pure and godly as the "old" had been 
licentious and profane [107: 71]. 


^283:* He was wide awake—probably extra wide awake—and at the same time his mind (for the 
moment) was a blank. This is the condition which we are told by all the authorities from Gautama 
to the present is sine qua non for the oncoming of illumination. 

'^283:+ As to the objectivity or subjectivity of the "voice" in such cases see remarks under head of 
"Moses"— what the person sees comes, of course, under the same category. 

^283:++ "Less than a drachm of blood remains in me that does not tremble," says Dante, under 
similar circumstances [71: 192]. 

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<s : Independently of illumination, Swedenborg was one of the great men of all time— a great 
thinker, a great writer, a great scientist, a great engineer. In 1743, at the age of fifty-four years, 
something happened— some change took place in him; it does not seem to have been any form of 
insanity, since he was not sick, maintained and even increased all his friendships, was apparently 
entirely unsuspected by those about him of any mental alienation. His own account of his 
illumination to his friend Robsahm, as far as it goes, is very characteristic; he reports that God 
appeared to him and said, "I am God the Lord, the Creator and Redeemer of the world. I have 
chosen thee to unfold the spiritual sense of the Holy Scriptures. I will myself dictate to thee what 
thou shalt write" [87a:759]. 

It is admitted by all students of Swedenborg's life that the change was in reality an illumination, that 
putting aside his visions of angels and demons he actually had thereafter a spiritual insight beyond 
that of ordinary men, and if he was a visionary he also "led the most real life of any man then in the 
world" [87a: 96]. As for his visions, it may be said that they were not fundamentally different from 
those of Blake, Behmen, Dante and others. It must be remembered that these men see things that we 
do not see— things that are outside of our language; if, then, they use this language (which is all they 
have) to set them before us, it seems inevitable that we should not understand their words as they 
understand them. The result, in the case of every such expositor, however common-sense he tries to 
be— in the case of Jesus, Gautama, Paul and all the rest— is terrible misunderstanding and confusion; 

and yet, in spite of all, something passes from these men to us of more importance than all that we 
could get from the ordinary scientists and philosophers. 

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Many facts indicate that Swedenborg may have belonged to the class of men here in question. "He 
was never married. He had great modesty and gentleness of bearing. His habits were simple; he 
lived on bread, milk and vegetables" [87a: 98]. "He was a man who won the respect, confidence and 
love of all who came in contact with him" [87a: 759]. Though many of those about him did not 
believe in his visions they respected him too much to make light of these in Swedenborg's presence. 
His teaching at bottom is that of all the great seers—that God in himself is infinite love—that his 
manifestation, form or body is infinite wisdom— that divine love is the self-subsisting life of the 
universe [87a: 759]. 

Swedenborg departs from the norm of these cases especially by his age (fifty-four years) at 
illumination. It seems incredible that a man could go on growing to such an age; still this is what we 
must believe if we include him. Mohammed was thirty-nine. Las Casas forty, C. M. C. forty-nine; 
these were undoubted cases, and it does not seem as if Swedenborg's personal history can be 
explained on any other hypothesis. 

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William Wordsworth. 


THAT the mind of this writer (nearly if not quite a poet) in his loftier moods attained a very close 
neighborhood to Cosmic Consciousness, if he did not actually enter the magic territory of the 
kingdom of heaven, no one will deny who knows what these words mean and who also has read 
him with any sympathy. In fact the following short passages, from lines written at Tintern Abbey in 
his twenty-ninth year, prove as much. In the first he speaks of "that blessed mood" 

In which the burden of the mystery. 
In which the heavy and the weary weight 
Of all this unintelligible world, [p. 286] 
Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood 
In which the affections gently lead us on,— 
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame 
And even the motion of our human blood 
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep 
In body, and becomes a living soul. 
While with an eye made quiet by the power 
Of harmony, and the deep power of j oy. 
We see into the life of things [198: 187]. 

This passage indicates plainly the relief (approaching to joy) and the enlightenment (approximating 
illumination) which belong to the unrisen sun of the Cosmic Sense. But there is no evidence that 

upon him, at any time, the sun actually rose—that the veil was ever rent and the splendor let through; 
in fact it may be considered as quite clear that this did not happen. Then, next line, follows the usual 

If this but be a vain belief 

(whether or not the revelation can be relied on)~a question never asked, at least after the first few 
minutes or hours, by a person who has obtained even one glimpse of the "Brahmic Splendor" 

Later, in the same poem, is another passage describing in other words the same mental condition, 
which may be properly called the twilight of Cosmic Consciousness: 

I have felt 
A presence that disturbs me with the joy 
Of elevated thought; a sense sublime 
Of something far more deeply interfused. 
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. 
And the round ocean and the living air, 
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man~ 
A motion and a spirit, that impels 
All thinking things, all objects of all thought. 
And rolls through all things [198: 189]. 

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Charles G. Finney. 


THIS case is of more than usual interest from the fact that although in it occurred almost certainly, 
although not strongly marked, the phenomenon of the subjective light, together with pronounced 
moral exaltation and probably some intellectual illumination, yet it was not crowned by the Cosmic 
vision—the Brahmin Splendor It is not therefore complete, but only partial or imperfect. 

That the illumination of Charles G. Finney was not accompanied by the consciousness of the 
Cosmos is certain because the account of the Cosmic vision, had this been present, could not have 
been omitted from his relation of his "conversion," of which it would have been the most striking 
feature— the very core and centre. What he did see and feel was wonderful and striking enough. 
How surprised, and probably how incredulous, would he have been if he could have been told that 
although he had reached the threshold of and strongly felt the Divine Presence to which he was so 
close, that yet the vision which would have meant so much to him was still hidden behind the veil 
of sense and for the time denied to him! 

So this man's life, though by the experience of that autumn day infinitely exalted as compared with 
that of the average self conscious man, is yet just as markedly below that of the men who have not 

only felt the Infinite One as Charles G. Finney felt him, but have passed into His presence and seen 
His inconceivable glory. 

The distinction pointed out may be clearly realized by making a comparison of the book Charles G. 
Finney has left us with the epoch-making books—the Suttas (for instance), the Gospels, the Epistles, 
the Qur'an, the "Divine Comedy," the "Shakespeare" works, the "Comedie Humaine," the "Leaves 
of Grass" and the 

[p. 288] 

rest—inspired or written by the men to whom has been shown the Brahmic Splendor as a visible 

The illumination of Charles G. Finney took place early in his thirtieth year— that is, in October, 
1821. He had the usual earnest religious temperament, and for some time had been greatly troubled 
about his spiritual state, eagerly desiring, but unable to reach assurance of, salvation. Then occurred 
what he calls his "conversion." He says: 

The rising of my soul was so great that I rushed into the room behind the front office, to pray. 

There was no fire and no light in the room; nevertheless it appeared as if it were perfectly light. As I 
went in and shut the door it seemed as if I met the Lord Jesus Christ face to face. It did not occur to 
me that it was wholly a mental state; it seemed that I saw him as I would see any other man. He said 
nothing, but looked at me in such a manner as to break me right down at his feet. I have always 
since regarded this as a most remarkable state of mind; for it seemed that he stood before me, and I 
fell down at his feet and poured out my soul to him. I wept aloud like a child, and made such 
confessions as I could with my choked utterance. 

I must have continued in this state for a good while; but my mind was too much absorbed to 
recollect anything I said. But I know, as soon as my mind became calm, I returned to the front 
office, and found that the fire, that I had made of large wood, was nearly burned out. But as I turned 
and was about to take a seat by the fire, I received a mighty baptism of the Holy Ghost. Without any 
expectation of it, without ever having the thought in my mind that there was any such thing for me, 
without any recollection that I had ever heard the thing mentioned by any person in the world, the 
Holy Spirit descended upon me in a manner that seemed to go through me, body and soul. 

No words can express the wonderful love that was shed abroad in my heart. I wept aloud with joy 
and love; and I do not know, but I should say, I literally bellowed out the unutterable gushings of 
my heart. These waves came over me, and over me, and over me, one after the other, until I 
recollect I cried out, "I shall die if these waves continue to pass over me." I said, "Lord, I cannot 
bear any more;" yet I had no fear of death. 

How long I continued in this state I do not know. But it was late in the evening when a member of 
my choir came to see me. He was a member of the church. He found me in this state of loud 
weeping, and said, "Mr Finney, what ails you?" I could make him no answer for some time. He 
then said, "Are you in pain?" I gathered myself up and replied, "No, but so happy that I cannot live" 
[104: 17-18]. 

The long, laborious and beneficent after life of this man proved, if proof was necessary, that his 
"conversion" was no accidental 

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excitement that might have happened to any man, but an unmistakable mark of spiritual superiority. 

Mr. Finney had, too, to an extraordinary degree, the personal magnetism that is so characteristic of 
the class of men to which he belonged. The effect of his preaching was indescribable, and yet it is 
doubtful whether the words uttered had much to do with its exceptional power His presence, his 
touch, the sound of his voice, seemed often sufficient to arouse unutterable feelings—to uplift and 
regenerate in what may fairly be called a miraculous manner. 

Not actually having Cosmic Consciousness, he had not the duplex personality which thereto 
belongs, and yet he had a feeling of that other self within himself which upon full illumination 
would have stood out as the "I am," while the self conscious man would have taken second place as 
"The other I am." As illustrating this inchoate duplex personality, he says: "Let no man think that 
those sermons which have been called so powerful were productions of my own brain or of my own 
heart unassisted by the Holy Ghost. They are not mine, but from the Holy Spirit in me." 

Finally it should be noted that the life and the life work of Charles G. Finney were on strictly 
parallel lines, though on a less high plane, with the life and life work of the great religious initiators, 
he, as they, expending all his time and energy laboring to place his brothers and sisters on a higher 
moral plane than that on which they had heretofore lived, the only difference being that they 
worked on a somewhat higher moral level than that upon which he worked. 

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Alexander Pushkin. 

BORN May 26, 1799; died January 29, 1837. 

If Pushkin traced the following lines after his own personal experience he was almost certainly a 
case of Cosmic Consciousness. Be this as it may, their descriptive power makes them 

[p. 290] 

worth quoting. The translation into English is by Dana, of the "New York Sun": 

Tormented by thirst of the spirit, 
I was dragging myself through a gloomy forest,[**] 
When a six-winged seraph[*+] 
At the cross-roads appeared to me. 
With fingers light as a dream 
My eyes he touched. 
And my eyes opened wide. 
Like those of a frightened she eagle. 
My ears he touched. 
And roaring and noise filled them; 
And I heard the trembling of the heavens; 
And the high flight of the angels. 

And the movement of the creatures beneath the sea, 
And the growing of the grass in the valleys! 
And he laid hold of my lips, 
And tore out my sinful tongue- 
Sinful, frivolous and cunning; 
And the sting of a wise serpent. 
Between my unconscious lips, 
With bloody right hand he planted. 
And he cut through my breast with a sword. 
And took out the trembling heart. 
And a coal blazing and flaming. 
Into the open breast he thrust. 
Like a corpse I lay in the desert,[**] 
And the voice of God called me: 
Rise up. Prophet, and see, and understand! [*+] 
Filled full of My Will, 
Going forth over sea and land. 
Set men's hearts afire with the Word. 

[290-1]* Dante's dark forest in which he was lost. 

[290-2]+ Compare Isaiah's vision. 

[290-3]* The dazed condition which is so common following illumination. 

[290-4]+ Intellectual illumination. 

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Ralph Waldo Emerson. 

BORN May, 1803; died April, 1882. 

Spiritually eminent as was this great American, it does not appear that he belonged to the class of 
men discussed in this volume. He was perhaps as near Cosmic Consciousness as it is possible 

[p. 291] 

to be without actually entering that realm. He lived in the light of the great day, but there is no 
evidence that its sun for him actually rose. Emerson's "Oversoul" was printed in 1841, when the 
author was thirty-eight years old. In it he tells us plainly where he stood at that time, and it is as 
good as certain that in later years he did not advance beyond that position. In it he says, for 

There is a difference between one and another hour of life, in their authority and subsequent effect. 


There is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to 
all other experiences. 

Every man's words, [**] who speaks from that life, must sound vain to those who do not dwell in the 
same thought on their own part. 

Only itself can inspire whom it will, and behold! their speech shall be lyrical, and sweet, and 
universal as the rising of the wind. 

In ascending to this primary and aboriginal sentiment, we have come from our remote station on the 
circumference instantaneously to the centre of the world, where, as in the closet of God, we see 
causes, and anticipate the universe, which is but a slow effect. 

This energy does not descend into individual life, or any other condition than entire possession. It 
comes to the lowly and simple; it comes to whomsoever will put off what is foreign and proud; it 
comes as insight; it comes as serenity and grandeur. When we see those whom it inhabits we are 
apprized of new degrees of greatness. From that inspiration the man comes back with a changed 
tone. He does not talk with men, with an eye to their opinion. He tries them. It requires of us to be 
plain and true. The vain traveler attempts to embellish his life by quoting my lord, and the prince, 
and the countess, who thus said or did to him. The ambitious vulgar show you their spoons, and 
brooches, and rings, and preserve their cards and compliments. The more cultivated, in their 
account of their own experience, cull out the pleasing poetic circumstance; the visit to Rome, the 
man of genus they saw; the brilliant friend they know; still further on, perhaps, the gorgeous 
landscape, the mountain lights, the mountain thoughts, they enjoyed yesterday—and so seek to 
throw a romantic color over their life. But the soul that ascendeth to worship the great God is plain 
and true; has no rose color; no fine friends; no chivalry; no adventures; does not want admiration; 
dwells in the hour that now is, in the earnest experience of the common day—by reason of the 
present moment, and the mere trifle having become porous to thought, and bibulous of the sea of 

[291-1]* If he had had experience of the Cosmic Vision— the Brahmic Splendor— he could not have 
used this exceedingly moderate, even cold, language when referring thereto. Neither could he 
omitting that, be here referring to other experiences. 

[291-2]* These passages show how deep, however short of the bottomless deep, Emerson 's 
spiritual experience was. 

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Alfred Tennyson. 

THIS poet (for though not absolutely entitled to rank in the divine order, yet he has worthily served 
for and must be allowed that name) passed the greater part of a long life in that region of self 
consciousness which lies close upon the lower side of the Cosmic Sense. His "weird seizures" 
mentioned in "The Princess," in which he seemed to "move among a world of ghosts, and feel 

(himself) the shadow of a dream" [185: 11], belong to that spiritual realm; but far more certainly a 
condition well described in the following lines of the "Ancient Sage": 

More than once when I 

Sat all alone, revolving in myself 

The word that is the symbol of myself. 

The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, 

And passed into the nameless, as a cloud 

Melts into heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs 

Were strange, not mine—and yet no shade of doubt. 

But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self 

The gain of such large life as matched with ours 

Were sun to spark—unshadowable in words. 

Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world [186:48]. 

And again in the "Holy Grail": 

Let visions of the night, or of the day 
Come as they will; and many a time they come 
Until this earth he walks on seems not earth. 
This light that strikes his eyeball is not light. 
This air that smites his forehead is not air. 
But vision—yea his very hand and foot 
In moments when he feels he cannot die. 
And knows himself no vision to himself. 
Nor the high God a vision, nor that one 
Who rose again; ye have seen what ye have seen [184: 290]. 

And yet once more in plain prose: 

A kind of walking trance I have frequently had, quite up from boyhood, 

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when I have been all alone. This has often come upon me through repeating my own name[**] to 
myself silently till, all at once, as it were, out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, 
the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being; and this not a 
confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, the weirdest of the weirdest, 
utterly beyond words, where death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if 
so it were) seeming no extinction, but the only true life [182:320]. 

[p. 292] [292-1]* "Repeating my own name." Tennyson quite unconsciously was using the means 
laid [p. 293] down from immemorial time for the attainment of illumination: "He who thinking of 
nothing, making the mind cease to work, adhering to uninterrupted meditation, repeating the single 
syllable, Om, meditating on me, reaches the highest goal" (i.e.. Cosmic Consciousness) [154: 79]. 
Of course it makes no difference what word or name is used. What is required is that the action of 
the mind should be as far as possible suspended, especially that all desires of every kind be stilled, 
nothing wished or feared, the mind in perfect health and vigor, but held quiescent in a state of calm 

"Religion was no nebulous abstraction for him. He consistently emphasized his own belief in what 

he called the eternal truths, in an omnipotent, omnipresent and all-loving God, who has revealed 
himself through the human attribute of the highest self-sacrificing love, and in the immortality of 
the soul" [182:311]. 

"He invariably believed that humility is the only true attitude of the human soul, and therefore 
spoke with the greatest reserve of what he called 'these unfathomable mysteries,' as befitting one 
who did not dogmatize but who knew that the finite can by no means grasp the infinite, and yet he 
had a profound trust that when all is seen face to face all will be seen as the best" [182: 316]. 

"He said again, with deep feeling, in January, 1869: 'Yes, it is true there are moments when the flesh 
is nothing to me, when I feel and know the flesh to be the vision, God and the spiritual—the only 
real and true. Depend upon it, the spiritual is the real; it belongs to one more than the hand and the 
foot. You may tell me that my hand and my foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I 
could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that 
the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.' These words he spoke with such passionate 
earnestness that a solemn silence fell on us as he left the room" [182a: 90]. 

It was written of Tennyson just after his death: "It is understood 

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that he believed that he wrote many of the best and truest things he ever published under the direct 
influence of higher intelligences, of whose presence he was distinctly conscious. He felt them near 
him, and his mind was impressed by their ideas" [170], the meaning of which, if the report, as it 
probably is, is true, is that the veil between him and the Cosmic Sense was so thin that he felt the 
teachings of the latter through it, but there is no evidence known to the present writer that it was 
ever torn away so that he saw the other world. In other words, there is no evidence that he ever 
actually entered into Cosmic Consciousness. 

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J. B. B. 

J. B. B., Doctor of Medicine, bom 1817. Entered into Cosmic Consciousness 1855, at the age of 
thirty-eight years. An informant says of him: "He is not a refined man," and he goes on: "It is one of 
the strange things in this whole matter that the attainment of the truth seems to leave a man in this 
respect about as it finds him. Dr. B. was an example. He seemed content to live in a cheap, bare 
house, and he rather courted coarseness in dress, talk and life." As regards coarseness in dress, food 
and surroundings, our informant need not have looked upon J. B. B. as so exceptional. He might 
have compared him with Tilleinathan Swamy [56: 142], with Edward Carpenter, or even with Jesus, 
Mohammed or Walt Whitman. "At the same time," our informant continues, "touch him on the 
subject of the inner vision and he was alive to the core. He had been a spiritualist, but after 
illumination, while seeming to know that much that spiritualism taught was true, its importance was 
dwarfed by the much greater truths to which he had access." "He once told me," the informant 
continues, "a curious thing: He said he died, his spirit left his body for twenty minutes, and he 
looked at, hovered over, and finally went back into it. He told this in a grave, convincing way. 

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which caused in the hearer a gruesome feeUng. No one who heard him tell it could help believing 

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Henry David Thoreau. 

BORN July 12, 1817; died May 6, 1862. There are several reasons for suspecting Thoreau to have 
been a case of Cosmic Consciousness, such as his addiction to solitude, his love of mysticism and 
the mystics, the almost preternatural acuteness of his senses, his love for and fellowship with 
animals, his intellectual keenness and his moral elevation. The present editor has, however, 
searched in vain for data which might convert this presumption into anything like a certainty, and 
Thoreau is so close to us that, had he experienced illumination, the evidence thereof ought to be 
forthcoming and decisive. But what do these eight lines mean, if not that their author had passed 
through some such experience as is here treated of 2 

I hearing get who had but ears,[**] 

And sight who had but eyes before, 

I moments live who lived but years. 

And truth discern who knew but learning's lore. 

I hear beyond the range of sound, [**] 
I see beyond the range of sight, [**] 
New earths, and skies and seas around. 
And in my day the sun doth pale his light. 

[295-1]* "Have you ever asked for that instruction by which we hear what cannot be heard, by 
which we perceive what cannot be perceived, by which we know what cannot be known?" [148: 

[295-2]* "Hearing ye shall hear and shall in no wise understand, and seeing ye shall see and shall in 
no wise perceive" [14: 13: 14]. 

[295-3]* "The eyesight has another eyesight and the hearing another hearing and the voice another 
voice" [193: 342]. 

If Thoreau experienced illumination at the usual age, evidence of the fact should be found in 
"Walden," which was written between 1845 and 1854, when its author was twenty-eight to thirty- 
seven years of age. As a matter of fact, we do find passages in that book which suggest that the 
writer of it, if not an actual case of Cosmic Consciousness, was yet well on the way thereto. For 

[p. 296] 

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn books resound with 

a melodious cursing of God and enduring him forever. One would say that even the prophets and 
redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of man. There is nowhere 
recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God 
[199a: 85].[**] 

The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for 

effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions for a poetic or divine life [199a: 97]. 

[296-1]* He finds God and human life greater and better than has ever been said, as indeed they are 
greater and better than any one has said or can say. 

[296-2]* Compare Whitman: "I cannot be awake, for nothing looks to me as it did before, or else I 
am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep" [124a: 49]. 

Sometimes, when I compare myself with other men, it seems as if I were more favored by the gods 
than they, beyond any deserts that I am conscious of; as if I had a warrant and surety at their hands 
which my fellows have not, and were especially guided and guarded. I do not flatter myself, but if it 
be possible they flatter me. I have never felt lonesome, or in the least oppressed by a sense of 
solitude, but once, and that was a few weeks after I came to the woods, when, for an hour, I doubted 
if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life. To be alone was 
something unpleasant. But I was at the same time conscious of a slight insanity in my mood and 
seemed to foresee my recovery. In the midst of a gentle rain, while these thoughts prevailed, I was 
suddenly sensible of such sweet and beneficent society in Nature, in the very pattering of the drops, 
and in every sound and sight around my house, an infinite and unaccountable friendliness all at 
once, like an atmosphere, sustaining me, as made the fancied advantages of human neighborhood 
insignificant, and I have never thought of them since. Every little pine needle expanded and swelled 
with sympathy and befriended me. I was so distinctly made aware of the presence of something 
kindred to me, even in the scenes which we are accustomed to call wild and dreary, and also that the 
nearest of blood to me and humanest was not a person nor a villager, that I thought no place could 
ever be strange to me again. 

Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain storms in the spring and fall, which 
confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar 
and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening, in which many thoughts had time to 
take root and unfold themselves. In those driving northeast rains, which tried the village houses so, 
when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind 
my door in my little house, which was all entry, and thoroughly enjoyed its protection. In one heavy 
thunder shower the lightning struck a large pitch-pine across the pond, making a very conspicuous 
and perfectly regular spiral groove from top to bottom, an inch or more deep and four or five inches 
wide, as you would groove a walking stick. I passed it again the other day and was struck with awe 
on looking up and 

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beholding that mark, how more distinct than ever, where a terrific and resistless bolt came down out 
of the harmless sky eight years ago. Men frequently say to me: "I should think you would feel 
lonesome down there and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days, and nights especially." I 
am tempted to reply to such: This whole earth, which we inhabit, is but a point in space. How far 
apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk 
cannot be appreciated by our instruments? Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky 
Way? This which you put seems to me not to be the most important question. What sort of space is 

that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found that no exertion 
of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another. What do we want most to dwell near 
to? Not to many men, surely, the depot, the post office, the barroom, the meeting house, the 
schoolhouse, the grocery, Beacon Hill, or the Five Points, where men most congregate, but to the 
perennial source of our life, whence in all our experience we have found that to issue, as the willow 
stands near the water and sends out its roots in that direction. This will vary with different natures, 
but this is the place where a wise man will dig his cellar ... I one evening overtook one of my 
townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property" —though I never got a fair 
view of it—on the Walden Road driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could 
bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life. I answered that I was very sure I liked it 
passably well; I was not joking. And so I went home to my bed and left him to pick his way through 
the darkness and the mud to Brighton— or Brighttown— which place he would reach some time in the 

Any prospect of awakening or coming to life to a dead man makes indifferent all times and places. 
The place where that may occur is always the same, and indescribably pleasant to all our senses. 
For the most part we allow only outlying and transient circumstances to make our occasions. They 
are, in fact, the cause of our distraction. Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their 
being. Next to us the grandest laws are continually being executed. Next to us is, not the workman 
whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are 
[199a: 143-5]. 

I only know myself as a human entity; [**] the scene, so to speak, of thoughts and affections; and 
am sensible of a certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. 
However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, 
which, as it were, is not a part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it; and 
that is no more I than it is you [199a: 146]. 

[297-1]* Cf Whitman: "Trippers and askers surround me, people I meet, the effect upon me of my 
early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, the latest dates, discoveries, inventions, 
societies, authors old and new, my dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues, the real or 
fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, the sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or 
ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, battles, the horrors of fratricidal 
war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events; these come to me days and nights and go from me 
again, but they are not the Me myself 

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"Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, stands amused, complacent, 
compassionating, idle unitary, looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, 
looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, both in and out of the game and 
watching and wondering at it" [193: 31]. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


BORN 1821. Entered Cosmic Consciousness 1859, aet. thirty-nine years. Was a Methodist and in 
high standing in his church. He prayed fervently for light, for assurance of salvation, etc. Seemed 
no use, so he ceased praying—then light broke gradually; no subjective light, but a steady, 
continuous intellectual illumination, and with it a deeper and deeper feeling of moral peace, rest and 
happiness. This intellectual illumination and moral peace steadily grew until the whole man was 
transformed. He became an acknowledged authority among enlightened and able men on all 
spiritual matters. Consciousness of immortality came shortly after intellectual and moral new birth. 
It really came with the others, but took longer to attain to its full growth. He had had the hope of 
immortality all along, in common with other members of his church, but never the thing itself or 
anything approaching it. Now (that is, since illumination) he does not look forward to immortality, 
but is conscious that he has attained to it, entered into possession and enjoyment of it. He was born 
in England; was a weaver; in America has for years been an undertaker. Is, from the point of view 
of the schools, entirely uneducated. The present writer passed several hours in his company, about 
1890, and was impressed by his intellectual enlightenment, but far more by his perfect happiness, 
his absolute moral peace. 

An informant, himself an able and thoughtful man, a dweller in a great capital, who all his life has 
seen, heard and read the best men and books, and who for years has been an earnest seeker for the 
truth, saw J. B. first in 1870 and has been intimate with him ever since. He says: "I had not heard 
him talk ten minutes before I knew that I was now for the first time in the presence of a 

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man who had what I wanted. I have never met a man who was so mighty in the Scriptures. He knew 
the Bible almost by heart and had the same inspiration as Paul and John. There never was a time 
when I met J. B. that he did not by a word, a sentence, or a long talk, make it clear that he stood on 
a rock of solid truth." 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


C. P 

BORN 1822. Has been all his life a laboring man. Was, and is, esteemed as a saint and sage by 
every man who knew and knows him. His conversation is enlightened to an extraordinary degree. 
Is, of course, uneducated. Attained to Cosmic Consciousness in the year 1859, when he was in his 
thirty-seventh year An informant, who knew C. P. well, says: "He has been a great dreamer of 
curious and remarkable dreams. His chief charm is his wonderful exposition of the Scriptures. He is 
the very embodiment of the living Christ. He despises money. One feels in his presence that here is 
a brother. His letters are the most charming I have ever received. The most curious and strange 
thing in his case is that he believes that death ends all. He has been a fine public speaker for forty 
years; first in the Methodist church, then for a time in a semi-infidel vein, but since his 
enlightenment his talks have been mostly Biblical. He has strong socialistic views." 

The writer of the present volume has had two long talks with C. P. and can testify to his 
extraordinary intelligence. His want of faith in the continuance of the individual life seems at first 
sight to set him apart from the class of men having Cosmic Consciousness; but, first, as before 
noted, we must make great allowance for range of spiritual life on that plane; and, second, it must 

be noted that his conviction was, probably, to him, more optimistic than would have been that of the 
usual eternal life. He believes, is indeed sure, that after death he will be absorbed into God, and that 
in losing his individuality he will gain something 

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much more valuable. His feeling, his conviction, his knowledge (as in all these cases) is that the 
best will happen. He gives a slightly different interpretation to this best—that is all. 

In July, 1895, C. P. published a book, in which he endeavored to set forth some of the spiritual 
results of illumination in his case. Such a task is no light one, as many besides C. P. have found. It 
is, in fact, in all cases really an impossible task, as Paul, Whitman and others have testified. C. P. 
was less qualified than have been some other men of the class for the enterprise, and his attempt, 
though exceedingly interesting, cannot be pronounced a perfect success. The following quoted 
passages will show, however, to whoever can understand them, that C. P., beyond all doubt, belongs 
to the order of men treated of in this volume—a fact which was positively known to the present 
writer long before the book quoted was written. C. P. says: 

[**] Paul said "the Jews missed the kingdom of heaven because they sought it by the deeds of the 
law of Moses"— by the righteousness of the moral law— "instead of seeking it through righteousness 
of faith" in the perfection of the order of existence— the faith of the Christ. They could not see that 
there are two separate and distinct kinds of righteousness, or laws— one imperfect, for the imperfect 
or carnal mind, and the other perfect, for the perfect or spiritual mind, which two states are as 
separate and distinct from each other as sheep are from goats [132: 13]. 

The life is not in believing there is a divinity somewhere, but in knowing it.[**] To know the Word 
of the Truth, and to have its spirit generated in the mind and heart, is to have its pure offspring— its 
Son— begotten within, consciously crying "Father" with certitude [132: 19]. 

The government of the carnal mind, which hath not the Son of Divinity begotten in it, hath no 
actual knowledge of what the only true Divinity is.[**] No one knoweth the names of the actual 

[300-1]* The same misconception is universal, or almost universal, to-day. To every man who has 
had the smallest flash of Cosmic Consciousness this is as clear as day, "Unless your righteousness," 
says Jesus, "shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees." And he does not mean to 
exceed in degree, but in kind. "Except a man be born anew." "If any man is in Christ he is a new 
creature"— not the old creature bettered, but another, a new, creature. 

[300-2]* Here again is a distinct and absolute mark proving the writer to have had the Cosmic 
Sense. No merely self conscious man knows of God as he knows of mundane matters of fact. Every 
Cosmic Conscious man does so. He knows by actual inward vision just as he knows (by self 
consciousness) that he is a distinct entity. 

[300-3]* In other words: The merely self conscious mind may believe in God but cannot know 
Him— has never seen God, can never see Him. The only men who can and do know the Deity are the 
Cosmic Conscious men (the consciousness of the Deity and of the Cosmos being [p. 301] the same 
thing). What C. P. very properly calls the congregation of Christ is simply made up of those who 
have been illumined. This illumination is the sole basis of certainty in these matters. If all the world 
had Cosmic Consciousness all would agree on many basic questions of religion and philosophy 
which are now disputed— though doubtless other questions, many of which are not in sight at the 
present time, would arise and be disputed upon. 

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[paragraph continues] Divinity and its Lamb until these are written in their understandings by 
special revelation to each one individually. On this Rock of the actual revelation of the Christ in the 
mind by its eternal Father the congregation of the true Christ is built. This is the sole immovable 
basis of certitude; and the world may continue to divide indefinitely into disagreeing sects until it 
receives this revelation, because it can have no certitude until then; but all who receive it see eye to 
eye, and they cannot disagree [132: 20]. 

[**] It was of this very part—this Son begotten in him—which was the spiritual mind, that the Spirit 
of Truth said, "Thou art my Son: this day have I begotten thee." And he knew the very day he was 
begotten— the very day he became conscious of being made alive to this Father of his understanding, 
because this spiritual Son in him spontaneously "cried Father" with natural certitude as it had not 
cried before. And thus this begotten Son of the eternal Spirit of Truth so cries in every one in whom 
it is begotten, so that they, and they only, know how the first born was begotten. And these only 
know what the dominion of the Divinity is, for, "Except a man be thus born again he cannot see it" 

The carnal mind[**] can talk about the "Fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man," but it 
realizes nothing of either, because this Son of God is not begotten in it [132: 23]. 

Moreover, he said, "At that day"[**]— the day when they should be conscious of this Spirit's having 
come to them— "ye shall know that I am in the Father, and ye in me, and I in you." And as it was 
impossible for the man to be personally in them, and they in him, it is clear that when the Spirit of 
Truth had written itself clearly in their consciousness this would be both the Father and the Son in 
them, and they in that, and the work was purely that of a spiritual mental state [132: 24]. 

"He that was least in the kingdom of heaven was greater than John,"[**] because those who entered 
into that were made perfect by the fullness of Light of the eternal Spirit. Hence "the law of the 
prophets were until John, but with him began the preaching of the kingdom of God" [132:31]. 

And to these (the enlightened) it is entirely clear that this Divinity,[**] being 

[301-1]* Needs no comment; is simply a statement of the definiteness of the new birth— that is, of 
the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness. 

[301-2]* God is the Father of each one of us; but no one, without illumination, can realize what 
these words mean. 

[301-3]* Needs no comment. 

[301-4]* Jesus looked upon himself as the first man of the new (Cosmic Conscious) race. Among 
merely self conscious men none ranked higher than John, but the least man of the new order would 
be greater than he. 

[301-5]* One aspect of the Cosmic vision. 

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eternal, all existence must be eternal, because all Truth is simply the Truth of existence. To these 
existence is one eternal immensity of infinite existence, acting with infinite force, in an inevitable, 
infinite, therefore absolutely perfect order, in whose perfection, or truth, all things and their action 

must of necessity be included, and this Paul expressed in the one comprehensive, basic sentence, 
"All things are of the Divinity" [132: 68]. 

The apostles were ministers of the new Covenant, [**] which was based on this Rock, which was an 
entirely new basis of ratiocination, and they were not ministers of the old covenant of the moral law 
at all. The moral law, being the knowledge of good and evil, is the "ministration of death," while the 
new law is the ministration of life. 

The old is the minister of condemnation, which is the death, and the new is the minister of 
justification, which is the life, hence those who pass into the dominion of the new necessarily pass 
out of the dominion of the old, and thus they must be "made free from the old," and it is thus that 
there is no condemnation, no death, to those who are in the Covenant of the Christ" [132: 73]. 

This[**] reveals the boundless radiance of the infinite face of the real Divinity, beaming on him 
who sees it its equipoise of "Mercy and Truth" [132: 75]. 

And when this Christ[**] is formed in the mind and heart it is known to be the "Spirit of faith" in 
the infinite order of all existence as all true, and for this reason it "resisteth not the evil" which is an 
inevitable part of the Order, and seen in the Light of the whole Truth to be all good, having a perfect 
use [132:140]. 

[**]And it is thus that this Spirit of Faith in the whole Order is the Christ formed in the mind, and 
this is the "Lamb of God which taketh away all sin"~by taking away all resistance of the natural 
Order of existence. When this Christ is formed in the mind then it has the perfect Light by which all 
the things of the Divinity of all Truth are clearly understood. Then, and only then, it knoweth how 
all the things of the new Covenant are spiritually discerned, for then, and only then, it knoweth the 
only true Divinity and its Christ. And then the mind knoweth 

[302-1]* The "Rock" is, of course, the Cosmic Sense. Whether or not any of the apostles, besides 
Paul, had themselves Cosmic Consciousness, their work was on that plane, since the object of it was 
to preserve and extend the teaching of Jesus. In Cosmic Consciousness there is no condemnation, 
no sin, no evil, no death. This may be a hard saying, but it is true. 

[302-2]* "This" refers to the Cosmic Vision, the "'Brahmic Splendor." 

[302-3]* "This Christ," i.e.. Cosmic Consciousness. When that comes to a mar he can say, as 
Whitman says: "There is in fact no evil" [193: 22]. 

[302-4]* To the self conscious mind there is good in the world but also a great deal of evil. To the 
Cosmic Conscious mind all is good; there is no evil. The chief function of those few Cosmic 
Conscious minds that so far the world has had has been to reconcile (as far as may be) the self 
conscious mind to the Cosmic order, which seemed to the one perfect, to the other imperfect. 
Whitman expresses this very well in a short poem [193: 4161 : 

"When the full-grown poet came. 

Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night), saying. 
He is mine: 

But out spake too the soul of men, proud, jealous, and unreconciled. Nay, he is mine alone; [p. 303] 
—Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand; 
And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands. 
Which he will never release until he reconciles the two. 
And wholly and joyously blends them." 

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with entire certitude, by its own experience, that all that the first-born, Paul, or any of the believers, 
had of the knowledge of the Truth (and they had its fullness) came to them by internal revelation, 
and not by any external "signs and wonders" [132: 140-1]. 

By being perfectly enlightened by the Spirit of all existence he was reconciled to it all, therefore 
could not resist any part of it as if it had no right to be; and he cheerily saw that the way to the peace 
and harmony of mankind with each other was through the reconciliation to, or harmony with, the 
infinite Order, which he saw to be all Truth, therefore infinite perfection [132:247]. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


The Case of H. B. in His Own Words. 

"MY early home was one of quite narrow limitations. I did not find myself among books, though 
such was my desire for them that nothing else had any attractions for me. My mental activity must 
have been noticeable, as I can now see it, in comparison with that of others about me. I never found 
much pleasure in the ordinary amusements of boyhood. I preferred to be alone, and in summer I 
loved most of all to be in the woods. I found companionship in the trees; they seemed nearer to me 
than human beings. I used to talk to them, and think they said something to me. All my life the 
woods have thus drawn me to themselves, and now, if I could, I would live among the trees. All my 
life I have loved to be alone and still do. Whether, according to Byron's dictum, I am 'a wild beast or 
a God' I will not stop to guess. It is also true that I love the society of congenial spirits in domestic 
and general life. 

"I soon learned that men regulated their intercourse with each other by conventional rules and not 
by what I now understand as spiritual laws, but which I could not then name and could not 
understand, though I felt their presence, as Wordsworth felt 'an outward presence' in nature. 

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"The shocks that my spiritual consciousness experienced as I came in contact with rough men were 
such as no language can reach. There has been a gradual development of this perception, or spiritual 
vision, all through life. I early began to inquire how things came to be as they are, and that is what I 
am now trying to do. As things look to me now, I must always regard it as a misfortune that I was 
born into the atmosphere of the Calvinistic theology. I lived for a score of years under the shadow 
of that black cloud—years which might have otherwise been spent in healthy growth. This theology 
I tried to accept intellectually because everybody about me did; but my soul never endorsed it. At 
the age of forty I was quite free from the dwarfing influence of such a line of thought, and since 
then have breathed freely. 

"What I am I owe mostly to books. I have been but little in contact with men who could have taught 
me and given me strength. A year or two at an academy and twenty weeks in college is all I have 
known in those directions. As I came out from the shadow of that dark theology I chanced to hear 
Emerson. I then got his books. I have been a close student of them for fifty years. I owe more to 
him than to, I almost might say, all other men beside. Next I found my way to Darwin. Mine was 
the only copy of the 'Origin of Species' to be found in my community for ten years. 

"The first real mental illumination I remember to have experienced was when I saw that the 
universe exists in each of its individual atoms—that is, the universe is the result of a few simple 
processes infinitely repeated. When a drop of water has been mathematically measured, every 
principle will have been used which would be called for in the measurement of the heavens. All life 
on the globe is sustained by digestion and assimilation; when by voluntary and traumatic action 
these stop death follows. The history of an individual mind is the history of the race. Know one 
thing in its properties and relations and you will know all things. All crystallography is in one grain 
of sand, all animal life in one insect, all vegetable in a single bud. I was then about forty. 

"My next was when I saw there was no boundary line between 

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vegetable and animal life, and hence no beginning nor end to either The first of these experiences 
came to me long before I found what Thales said on this point. These statements are perhaps 
enough to indicate the direction in which my intellect has developed. 

"Whatever calm delights have come to me through the intellect the true grandeur of my days has 
been found in the atmosphere of the moral sentiment—a grandeur which reduces all material 
happenings to the value of toys. I felt this when a boy as an overshadowing presence that was 
constantly drawing me away from all that seemed to make up the life of those about me— drawing 
me away I knew not how or whither. What I then saw dimly, or as 'through a glass darkly,' now 
shines all about me with a brightness exceeding that of the sun. In its light I see that love and justice 
cannot be limited by what, in the poverty of our ignorance, we call time and space. Hence all the 
thinking and all the teaching that has been done in the world, founded in our ideas of time and 
space, are blown away like chaff, or are consumed like 'wood, hay and stubble.' 

"I was nearly sixty when I came to see that what is true at any time and in any place is also true at 
all times and in all places, or, what we call law, found anywhere will be found everywhere, though 
men may give it different names. What men call gravity holds in mental no less than in physical 
phenomena, and all physical phenomena, at their best, are dull and murky till they come up into 
spiritual life. As an illustration that every law has its universality take the familiar law or principle 
that action and reaction are equal. What is this but reaping the whirlwind after one has sown the 
wind, or how does that natural law differ from this teaching: 'Whatsoever a man soweth that shall he 
also reap?' Are they aught but different strains in the great cosmic melody? 

"Soon after I began to understand the paradoxical teachings of Jesus, as when he declared that 'he 
that would save his life must lose it and he that would lose it (for Jesus' sake) alone shall find it.' 
The same in Paul, 'as having nothing yet possessing all things.' From this it was but a step to a 
knowledge of the central 

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principle of all spiritual life— namely, the giving of one's self for others. 

"About ten years ago, at the age of sixty, I found myself tormented with that question with which 
intelligence has wrestled since there was any of that commodity in the earth—namely, the beginning 
of things. When in deep agony, a side light was flashed upon my soul, with almost blinding 
suddenness~'If you could find a beginning, would not that beginning be itself an end?' Hence, if 
you could find one end of things, would not that show you that there must also be another end? 
What! an end of all things, beyond which there could be only blankness, as there must have been 
before things began to be, if they did begin. No! 'There was no beginning and there can be no end!' 
Since that moment's experience I have not been troubled as to the immortality of the soul, and I now 
think I never shall be again. 

"Five years ago I had an experience which has proved more fruitful to me perhaps than all others 
combined. I had a fall, striking on my head. I lost consciousness. In regaining possession of myself 
I passed through all the experiences of the race! In the first stage I simply was aware of the fact that 
I was something; what that was, I neither knew nor cared to know. I did not know what knowing 
was. I was calm, blissfully happy, and to me there was no past nor any future. There was to me no 
time, no place, no anything, save that tiny speck of consciousness—myself As there was nothing to 
note duration— that stage might have been in duration incomprehensible. At any rate, such was its 
lesson to me. 

"This stage of blissful existence was ended by my discovering that there was something about me 
which was not myself I began to see and seeing I began to reason, and so I at length found my 
objective world. As in the previous stage, I had no use for time, and so, to me, there was none. This 
stage might have lasted an eternity, so far as I took note of it. I was busy in studying myself first, 
and then the things about me, and so the infinite peace of my first experience was broken up. 

"Unable to think otherwise, I concluded that what I saw must 

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be like myself, and so I began my acquaintance with this outer world by transferring to its objects 
what I found in myself This stage lasted in my experience from the moment I saw things about me 
to the dawn of experimental science. I then became acquainted with the beginning of all knowledge 
and especially of all religion. Of course, self consciousness soon returned and I came back into my 
old world again. Since that hour my experience has seemed more than that of all my previous life. 
Nothing is now any longer dim or obscure. My spiritual expansion has been rapid in these three or 
four past years. I live in the world, but I seem to myself not of it! 

"I enjoy what I must call spiritual vision. No sooner does the intellect seize upon a fact than I see it 
in its spiritual relations, no less than in its material, only much more clearly. The perfection of 
mathematics is simply a demonstration of the spiritual truth that God cannot lie. 

"Natural phenomena are but the shadows of the spirit from which they spring, as the human face 
changes under the influence of love, hatred or fear. Color in nature, which washes all things in its 
warm waves, shows us what spiritual love would do if once let loose in the world. The Bible is 
simply a picture, which I see with infinite clearness. This vision seems to extend to the atom-dance 
in nature, no less than through all laws, all knowledge, all science, all history and all religion. 

"You set me a hard task when you bid me give 'the difference I perceive in myself since these 
experiences. I find no language in which I can tell of the things in this realm where I now am. I 
have not even discovered an alphabet. When, O when, shall I be able to reveal its poetry? I see 
everywhere and in every object unceasing motion, and in that motion a creative force forever and 
forever repeating and re-repeating the same simple process as to infinity. Through all nature the 

grand rhythms roll and heaven and earth are filled with the melody. Men are but boys chasing 
shadows. The spiritual significance of the world none seem to see—the infinite simplicity of its 
processes none care to understand." 

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This seems to the editor to be probably, though not certainly, a true case of Cosmic Consciousness, 
in which the cosmic plane was reached gradually, and not as usually happens per saltum. If it is not 
that, then it is a case of gradual ascent to the extreme limit of the self conscious mind. In any case, 
the experience of H. B. is interesting and instructive and well deserves a place in this book. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


R. R S. 

BORN 1830; died 1898. 

In a letter to the editor R. P S. says: "I was about thirty when this marvellous transforming baptism 
came to me. To it I attribute results [**] immensely disproportioned to my very moderate natural 
ability or knowledge. A scientific, accurate diagnosis of it all would be a most valuable contribution 
to human knowledge." 

The experience may now be given in R. P. S.'s own words, beginning [140: 135]: 

"Having always known that upon conversion the believer received the Holy Spirit, and that his 
guidance and power would be known, when needed, in unfolding the treasures of Scriptures, in 
service or in trials, I had not looked for any other special manifestations of His presence. And yet 
there was a large class of passages in the Old and New Testament the conditions of which were not 
fully met by any consciousness of my own, full as had been the knowledge of pardon, adoption and 
standing in Christ, nor yet by a later experience, which came to me ten years after my conversion, 
of the wonderful inward cleansing of the blood 'from all sin.' 

"I had read 'Whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give 

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him, shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing 
up into everlasting life.' This was not true in my experience, in the full meaning evidently intended 
by the words. There did not always from my heart 'flow rivers of living water' freely and 
spontaneously. Too often the force-pump, rather than the fountain, would have represented my 
condition. As I gazed in the mirror of the Word, upon the glorious person of my Lord, my soul was 
often bowed in adoring love, but I had never come to 'know' [17: 14: 17] the Comforter in such a 
fullness that I could realize His indwelling presence as even better than that of the visible person of 

Jesus. I had read that as men were 'possessed' by an evil spirit and led to do things far beyond their 
natural powers, so these 'filled with the spirit,' seemed to be carried out of, and beyond, themselves. 
I had read the charge against the apostles, of being 'drunken,' and that afterwards Paul brought the 
same thought of the elevation of wine, as the illustration of being 'filled with the Spirit.' This 
seemed to be an ordained condition, since God's commands are always promises; just as his 
promises are commands; the promises being always larger than the commands. As yet I had never 
known, in my consciousness, a being thus 'filled with the Spirit,' or the meaning of John the 
Baptist's declaration, 'He shall baptise you with the Holy Ghost and with fire.' 

"So ignorant was I, even in the matters of the greatest importance to my spiritual interests, that, in 
finding the inward cleansing and the outward 'victory' over sin— that 'faith which overcometh' the 
world~I did not press beyond my educational habits of thought to recognize that a far more glorious 
manifestation of God was yet to be known by the Spirit. I then scarcely noticed that it was after our 
Lord had breathed on his disciples, with the words 'Receive ye the Holy Ghost,' they had yet to wait 
ten days at one time in prayerful expectation for the more full baptism of the Spirit; nor that it was 
some time after this event that, 'When they had prayed, the place was shaken where they were 
assembled together, and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost.' I was not, indeed, in the condition 
of the 'disciples' who 

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as yet had 'not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost'; and yet I had formed no 
conception of what the promised baptism 'with the Holy Ghost and with fire' could be. 

"Deeply thankful for the privileges of 'sanctifi cation through faith,' realized in an unexpected 
fullness a few months before, I one day joined in the woods a few Christians who had met to wait 
before God for the baptism of the Spirit. Except a few low hymns or brief prayers, the half-hour 
was spent in solemn silence. At length 'there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing, mighty 
wind, and it filled all the (place) where they were sitting.' No uninspired words could so describe 
my impressions. And yet no leaf above or blade of grass below was moved—all nature was still. It 
was to our souls, not to our senses, that the Lord revealed himself by the Spirit. My whole being 
seemed unutterably full of the God upon whom I had long believed. The perception of my senses 
could bring no such consciousness as now was mine. I understood the supersensual visions of 
Isaiah, Ezekiel and Paul. No created thing was now so real to my soul as the Creator Himself It was 
awful, yet without terror. I lost no part of my senses, and yet they were all wrapped up in the 
sublime manifestation. A question put to me was answered as briefly as possible, that my soul might 
lose nothing of the Heavenly Presence enwrapping and filling my being. I do not remember to have 
then told anyone of it, but days afterwards, when I rejoined my wife, she burst into tears as we met, 
before we had spoken a word, so great was the change in my appearance. 'Songs in the night 
season,' the living waters welling up from my heart, came with the consciousness of waking. An 
awe, sweet but not burdensome, shadowed my spirit, as every moment was filled with the presence 
of God; nor did it leave me in the midst of the most engrossing occupations. Life became a psalm of 

"This elevation of feeling necessarily subsided after a season, but it left me with an inner 
consciousness of God which is expressed by the words: 'I will dwell in them and walk in them.' 'We 
will come to him and make our abode with him.' The scene upon the Cross of Calvary became often 
more real than the senses 

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could make it. Without the materiality of bodily sight, the holy countenance of Jesus, in its tender. 

suffering humanity, lightened by the glory of divinity, seems now to me to look down from the 
cross, upon assemblies, as I tell of redemption for sinners. It is painful to endeavor to speak of these 
things. My poor words seem rather to cover than to reveal them. Would that the glorious reality 
would be conveyed to other hearts!" 

Here is a case of ascent into the full light of the morning before the actual rising of the sun. This 
man was highly privileged, but it was not given to him to see "the heavens opened." He passed into 
the "Brahmic Bliss," but did not see (as far as it appears) the "Brahmic Splendor." 


'^308:* Referring to work done by him almost miraculous in character and quantity but which 
cannot be further specified here. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


E. T. 

BORN 1830. Entered Cosmic Consciousness 1860, aet. thirty years. The writer has (at present) no 
details to give in this case and only includes it for the age of illumination. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Case of Ramakrishna Paramahansa. 

WE are indebted to Max Mueller and to Protap Chunder Mozoomdar for such scanty details as we 
have in this case. Their evidence is perhaps all the more valuable, since the first named, at least, 
who is the principal reporter [116: 306], has never shown in his writings any knowledge or 
appreciation of the faculty here called Cosmic Consciousness, although his lifework in Indian 
literature has brought him in contact with the more or less perfect expression of it a thousand times. 
All that is done here is to epitomize such information as the reporters above named have given us. 

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Ramakrishna Paramahansa was born in 1835, in a village near Jahanabad (Hooghly district), near 
Kamarpukur. His chief place of residence is said to have been at a temple of the Goddess Kali, on 
the bank of the Ganges, near Calcutta. He died 1886, in the Kasipur Garden, two miles north of 
Calcutta. He is said to have exercised an extraordinary influence upon a large number of intelligent 
and highly educated men, including Protap Chunder Mozoomdar and Keshub Chunder Sen. A score 
of young men, who attached themselves closely to him, have, since his death, become ascetics. 
They follow his teaching by giving up the enjoyment of wealth and carnal pleasure, living together 
in a college and retiring at times to holy and solitary places. Besides these, we are told that a great 

number of men with their famiHes are ardently devoted to his cause. 

Ramakrishna never moved in the world or was a man of the world. He seems, from the first, to have 
practiced severe asceticism. He was a Brahmin by caste, well formed in body, but the austerities 
through which his character developed seemed to have permanently disordered his system, leaving 
upon his features an appearance of debility, paleness and shrunkenness which excited compassion. 
Yet, in the midst of his emaciation, his face retained a fullness, a childlike tenderness, a profound 
visible humbleness, an unspeakable sweetness of expression, and a smile such as Mozoomdar says 
he never saw on any other face. A Hindu saint is always particular about his externals. He wears the 
Garua cloth, eats according to strict forms, refuses to have intercourse with men, is a rigid observer 
of caste, is always proud and professes secret wisdom; he is always a universal counsellor and 
dispenser of charms. But the man Ramakrishna was singularly devoid of any such claims. His dress 
and diet did not differ from those of other men, except in the general negligence he showed towards 
both, and as to caste, he openly broke it every day. He repudiated the title of a teacher, showed 
displeasure at any exceptional honor which people tried to pay him, and he emphatically disclaimed 
the knowledge of secrets and mysteries. He worshiped no particular Hindu deity, neither Siva, 
Vishnu, or the 

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[paragraph continues] Saktis, and yet he accepted all the doctrines, the embodiments, the usages and 
devotional practices of every religious cult. Each in turn was infallible to him. His religion meant 
ecstasy, his worship transcendental insight, his whole nature burnt day and night with the permanent 
fire and fever of a strange faith and feeling. His conversation was a ceaseless breaking forth of his 
inward fire and lasted for long hours. He was often merged in rapturous ecstasy and outward 
unconsciousness during the day, particularly when he spoke of his favorite spiritual experiences or 
heard any striking response to them. Krishna became to him the incarnation of loving devotion, and 
we are told that, while meditating on him, his heart full of the burning love of God, his features 
would suddenly become stiff and motionless, his eyes lose their sight, and while completely 
unconscious himself, tears would run down his rigid, pale, yet smiling face; and while in that state 
he would sometimes break out into prayers, songs and utterances, the force and pathos of which 
would pierce through the hardest heart and bring tears to eyes that never wept before through the 
influence of religion. 

What is most extraordinary, his religion was not confined to the worship of Hindu deities. For long 
days he subjected himself to various kinds of discipline to realize the Mohammedan idea of all- 
powerful Allah. He let his beard grow, he fed on Moslem diet, he continually repeated sentences 
from the Koran. For Christ his reverence was deep and genuine. He bowed his head at the name of 
Jesus, honored the doctrine of his sonship, and once or twice attended Christian places of worship. 
He showed how it was possible to unify all the religions of the world by seeing only what is good in 
each one of them, and by sincere reverence for every one who has suffered for the truth, for their 
faith in God and for their love of men. He left nothing in writing. His friends wrote some of his 
sayings. He did not desire to found a sect. 

Here follow a few more or less characteristic passages from his teachings: 

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How to get rid of the lower self The blossom vanishes of itself as the fruit grows, so will your 
lower self vanish as the divine grows in you. 

So long as the heavenly expanse of the heart is troubled and disturbed by the gusts of desire, there is 

little chance of our beholding therein the luminary God. The beatific godly vision occurs only in the 
heart which is calm and wrapped in divine communion. 

The soiled mirror never reflects the rays of the sun; so the impure and the unclean in heart that are 
subject to Maya (illusion) never perceive the glory of Bhagavan, the Holy One. But the pure in 
heart see the Lord as the clear mirror reflects the sun. So be holy. 

A recently married young woman remains deeply absorbed in the performance of domestic duties, 
so long as no child is born to her. But no sooner is a son born to her than she begins to neglect 
household details, and does not find much pleasure in them. Instead thereof she fondles the new- 
born baby all the livelong day and kisses it with intense joy. Thus man in his state of ignorance is 
ever busy in the performance of all sorts of works, but as soon as he sees in his heart the Almighty 
God he finds no pleasure in them. On the contrary, his happiness consists now only in serving God 
and doing his works. He no longer finds happiness in any other occupation, and cannot draw 
himself from the ecstasy of the Holy Communion. 

As one can ascend to the top of a house by means of a ladder, or a bamboo, or a staircase, or a rope, 
so divers are the ways and means to approach God, and every religion in the world shows one of 
these ways. 

Why can we not see the Divine Mother? She is like a high-born lady, transacting all her business 
from behind the screen—seeing all, but seen by none. Her devout sons only see Her by going near 
Her, behind the screen of Maya. 

You see many stars at night in the sky, but find them not when the sun rises. Can you say there are 
no stars in the heavens of day? So, O man, because you behold not God in the days of your 
ignorance say not that there is no God. 

In the play of hide-and-seek, if the player succeeds in touching the grand dame (Boori), he is no 
longer liable to be made a thief of by the seeker. Similarly, by once seeing God, man is no longer 
bound down by the fetters of the world. Just as the person touching the Boori is free to go about 
wherever he chooses without being pursued and made a thief of, so also in this world's playground 
there is no fear to him who has once touched the feet of God. He attains freedom from all worldly 
cares and anxieties, and nothing can ever bind him again. 

The pearl-oyster that contains the precious pearl is in itself of very little value, but it is essential for 
the growth of the pearl. The shell itself may prove to be of no use to the man who has got the pearl. 
So ceremonies and rites may not be necessary for him who has attained the Highest Truth—God. 

A little boy wearing the mask of the lion's head looks indeed very terrible. He goes where his little 
sister is at play and yells out hideously, which at once shocks and terrifies his sister, making her cry 
out in the highest pitch of her 

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voice in the agony of despair to escape from the clutch of the terrible being. But when her little 
tormentor puts off the mask the frightened girl at once recognizes her loving brother and flies up to 
him, exclaiming, "Oh, it is my dear brother, after all!" Even such is the case of all the men of the 
world who are deluded and frightened and led to do all sorts of things by the nameless power of 
Maya, or Nescience, under the mask of which Brahman hides himself But when the veil of Maya is 
taken from Brahman, the men then do not see in him a terrible and uncompromising Master, but 
their own beloved Other Self 

It cannot, perhaps, be proved (in the usual way) that Ramakrishna was a case of Cosmic 
Consciousness. We cannot point to the presence of the subjective Ught or to sudden illumination at a 
certain age. Still there is little doubt about the diagnosis, and we can readily understand our want of 
definite information, which is probably due to the fact that those who reported the case to us had no 
conception of its real nature, or what were the characteristic and essential symptoms. To them 
subjective light (if they knew of it) would probably seem a matter of no consequence, and equally 
so the age and the more or less suddenness of the oncoming of such features in the case as they did 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


CaseofJ. H. J. 

A MERCHANT in a pretty large way of business. The advent of the Cosmic Sense—which was 
momentary and incomplete—made no visible change in his life, and very few of the hundreds who 
knew him had the least suspicion that he ever had any experience out of the common. He is not 
regarded as a saint nor exactly as a sage, but he has many warm friends and is in several respects 
remarkably intelligent. He was born May 25, 1837. On the night of December 31, 1868, in the 
middle of his thirty-second year, he had the following dream. It is not at all clear that the dream had 
any connection with the subsequent illumination. I give it in his own language as part of the case, 
and each reader may form his own opinion as to its importance. The writer, however, may say that it 
seems to him that the sense of intense light experienced in 

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it, if not actually the subjective light that belongs to the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness, bore 
some close relation to it: 

"I thought," he writes, "I was standing behind the counter of my shop in the middle of a bright, 
sunshiny afternoon, and instantly, in a flash, it became darker than the darkest night, darker than a 
mine, and the gentleman who was talking with me ran out into the street. Following him, although it 
was so dark, I could see hundreds and thousands of people pouring into the street, all wondering 
what had happened. Just then I noticed in the sky, in the far southwest, a bright light like a star, 
about the size of the palm of my hand, and in an instant it seemed to grow larger and larger and 
nearer and nearer, until it began to light up the darkness. When it got to the size of a man's hat, it 
divided itself into twelve smaller lights with a larger one in the centre, and then very rapidly it grew 
much larger, and instantly I knew that this was the coming of Christ. The moment this thought 
occurred to me the whole southwestern heavens became filled with a shining host, and in the centre 
of it Christ and the twelve apostles. By this time it was lighter than the lightest day that could 
possibly be imagined, and as the shining host advanced toward the zenith, the friend with whom I 
was talking, exclaimed; 'That is my Saviour!' and I thought he immediately left his body and 
ascended into the sky, and I thought I was not good enough to accompany him. Then I awoke. 

"For some days afterwards I was very strongly impressed by this dream and could not tell it to 
anyone. In about a fortnight I told it to my family; afterwards to my Sunday school class, and since 
I have frequently repeated it. It was the most vivid dream I ever had." 

The rest of his experience is drawn from a letter, dated June 4, 1892: 

"I had been for three years or more in the 'wine press.' I knew there must be a place of rest, or else 
the whole Bible was a lie. I had, from a boy, read and thought much about 'the second coining,' and, 
while I laughed at the 'Millerites' and knew that they were idiotic in their expectations, yet I still had 
enough of 

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the marvelous in me to be looking for a sudden change of some sort. One day, in the late spring of 
1871 [he was then just thirty-four years old], Mr. B. [the J. B. of this volume] told my wife that my 
ease was a very curious one. Said he: 'Your husband is born again and don't know it. He is a little 
spiritual baby, with eyes not yet open, but he will know it in a very short time.' And about three 
weeks after that, about a quarter to eight o'clock, while walking on Second Avenue (N. Y.) with my 
wife, on my way to a lecture at the Liberal Club, I suddenly exclaimed to my wife: 'A., I have 
eternal life!' I cannot say there was a tremendous, though there was a marked, exaltation. The 
prominent feeling was a sort of undying assurance that the Christ in me had arisen and would 
remain in everlasting consciousness—and it has. There was a time after this, three years later, in 
August, 1874, on a Long Branch boat, when in a crowd of people, sitting, leaning back in my chair, 
I had an experience of the greatest mental and spiritual exaltation—when it seemed as if my whole 
soul, and body, too, were suffused with light; but this never made me forget the first experience, 
which, while something like the latter, was not so transporting." 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


T S. R. 

BORN 1840. Entered Cosmic Consciousness in 1872, at the age of thirty-two years. Was a member 
of a Presbyterian Church in good standing. Upon illumination left the church and has had no 
connection with any similar organization since. Was always an earnest, thoughtful man. "In 1872 
[an informant says] his friends thought for a time that he was becoming insane. He passed through a 
grave spiritual crisis, the exact nature of which is not known to me. [**] Whatever it was, it, to all 

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passed over, and he has been ever since not only sane but exceptionally intelligent and rightminded. 
He is the best read Emerson scholar that I know. In all his home relations— by wife, children and 
friends— he is greatly beloved. He has a positive certainty of individual immortality. He is a very 
modest man, but has a certain air or manner which impresses those who meet him that he (being a 
mere clerk) is a richer man than his millionaire employers, and that he knows it." 


'^317:* Louis Lambert— that is, Balzac— was supposed by his friends to be insane at the time of 
illumination [5: 126 et seq.]. Mohammed feared be was becoming insane. In the case of M. C. L. 

(infra) the same question came up. This question has undoubtedly presented itself to the mind of 
almost every person who has experienced illumination. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


W. H. W. 

BORN 1842. Entered Cosmic Consciousness 1877, at the age of thirty-five years. Had a very strong 
and original mind and a wonderful memory. A gentleman who knew him writes: "He was an 
extraordinary conversationalist; it was as if he had absorbed the minds and works of Darwin, 
Huxley and Spencer, and spoke with the authority and knowledge of all three; their works, thought, 
language, were at his tongue's end; it was an education to be with him for a few days. He was a 
wonderful violinist—the equal of the best not known as a star. He heard of J. B. [the J. B. of this 
volume] in 1877, sent for him and had a five hours' talk with him (he had a capacity of taking in a 
case, subject, book, musical composition, what not, and retaining permanently all he heard or read 
about it). He asked for another interview, and after a second talk of two hours said: 'Now, Mr. B., I 
have done. I have just one more question to ask you and only one. Have you got what the scientists 
might call "a New Prime"?' 'I have,' replied B., 'and I can further add that you will get it, too. I don't 
know when, but you will get it.' J. B. went back to his own city that afternoon. The following 
afternoon he received a telegram from W. H. W. 'I have got that Prime.' I afterwards heard him 
describe the experience. He said: 'I went into the yard to the pump, and just as I got there it came~a 
shock, a flood of light, and along with, or immediately following, the shock and the subjective 

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glow—like a great internal blaze— came the feeling of absolute harmony with the power that made 
all things and is in all things. All striving stopped— there was nothing to strive for— I was at peace.'" 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Richard Jefiferies. 

BORN November 6th, 1848; died August 14th, 1887. 

This case is given as that of a man who spent several years in what has been called above the 
twilight of Cosmic Consciousness but upon whom the sun did not rise. In this connection the man is 
an exceedingly interesting study to all those who care about the subject matter of the present 
volume, and the more so because he has written a book in which he gives us what is undoubtedly a 
straightforward and candid account of his spiritual life down to his thirty-fifth year [105]. He seems 
to have entered early into the twilight above referred to, and it seems probable that Jefferies would 
have entered into at least momentary Cosmic Consciousness at about the usual age had it not been 
that before that time came, when thirty-three years old, he was seized with a fatal sickness which 

weakened and tortured him from that time until his death, which took place in his thirty-ninth year. 
Be this as it may, the book named represents the highest spiritual altitude attained by JefFeries~a 
spiritual altitude clearly above that of mere self consciousness and as clearly below the mental 
status of complete Cosmic Consciousness. 

The book, of course, should be read as a whole—and it will well repay perusal—but for the purposes 
of the present volume the passages found below must suffice. 

The story of my heart commences seventeen years ago [105: 1]. I was not more than eighteen[**] 
when an inner and esoteric meaning began to come to me from all the visible universe, and 
undefmable aspirations filled me [105: 181]. 

[319-1]* At eighteen years of age he enters into the twilight of the Cosmic Sense. But neither then 
nor afterwards present themselves any of the characteristic phenomena of entrance into Cosmic 

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I was utterly alone with the sun and the earth. Lying down on the grass, I spoke in my soul to the 
earth, the sun, the air, and the distant sea far beyond sight. I thought of the earth's firmness— I felt it 
bear me up; through the grassy couch there came an influence as if I could feel the great earth 
speaking to me. I thought of the wandering air— its pureness, which is its beauty; the air touched me 
and gave me something of itself [105:4]. By all these I prayed; I felt an emotion of the soul beyond 
all definition [105:5]. 

I thought of my inner existence, [**] that consciousness which is called the soul. These— that is, 
myself— I threw into the balance to weigh the prayer the heavier. My strength of body, mind and 
soul, I flung into it; I put forth my strength; I wrestled and labored and toiled in might of prayer. 
The prayer, this soul-emotion, was in itself— not for an object— it was a passion. I hid my face in the 
grass, I was wholly prostrated, I lost myself in the wrestle, I was rapt and carried away [105:7]. 

Had any shepherd accidentally seen me lying on the turf he would only have thought that I was 
resting a few minutes; I made no outward show. Who could have imagined the whirlwind of passion 
that was going on within me as I reclined there! I was greatly exhausted when I reached home [105: 

Having drunk deeply of the heaven above[**] and felt the most glorious beauty of the day, and 
remembering the old, old sea, which (as it seemed to me) was but just yonder at the edge, I now 
became lost, and absorbed into the being or existence of the universe. I felt down deep into the earth 
under, and high above into the sky, and farther still to the sun and stars. Still farther beyond the stars 
into the hollow of space, and losing thus my separateness of being came to seem like a part of the 
whole [105:8-9]. 

With all that time and power I prayed that I might have in my soul the intellectual part of it— the 
idea, the thought [105:17]. Now, this moment gives me all the thought, all the idea, all the soul 
expressed in the Cosmos around me [105:18]. Gives me fullness of life like to the sea and the sun, 
to the earth and the air; gives me fullness of physical life, mind, equal and beyond their fullness; 
gives me a greatness and perfection of soul higher than all things; gives me my inexpressible desire 
which swells in me like a tide— gives it to me with all the force of the sea [105: 103]. I realize a soul- 
life illimitable; I realize the existence of a Cosmos of thought [105: 51]. I believe in the human 
form; let me find something, some method, by which that form 

[320-1]* Jefferies is always longing, always aspiring, always reaching out and striving. He intensely 
feels that there is something infinitely desirable just beyond his outstretched hand, but he never 
actually touches it. 

[320-2]* Of such passages as these Salt [172: 53] says: "Jefferies now writes without disguise, as 
one who has received a solemn revelation of the inner beauty of the universe." But note especially 
his love of external nature is always a longing, becoming intense but never fulfilled, to become the 
object. But perhaps the essence of the Cosmic Sense, from the point of view of the intellect, is the 
realization that the subject and object are one. See supra the words of E. C. and of the Vaga-Saneyi- 
Samhita-Upanishad also [193: 173]: "Strange and hard that paradox true I give, objects gross and 
the unseen soul are one." But Gautama says that "within him there arose the eye to perceive, the 
knowledge, the understanding, the wisdom that lights the true path, the light that expels darkness." 

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may achieve the utmost beauty. Its beauty is like an arrow, which may be shot any distance 
according to the strength of the bow. So the idea expressed in the human shape is capable of 
indefinite expansion and elevation of beauty. Of the mind, the inner consciousness, the soul, my 
prayer desired that I might discover a mode of life for it, so that it might not only conceive of such a 
life, but actually enjoy it on the earth. I wished to search out a new and higher set of ideas on which 
the mind should work. The simile of a new book of the soul is the nearest to convey the meaning—a 
book drawn from the present and future, not the past. Instead of a set of ideas based on tradition, let 
me give the mind a new thought drawn straight from the wondrous present, direct this very hour 
[105: 30]. 

Recognizing my own inner consciousness,[**] the psyche, so clearly, death did not seem to me to 
affect the personality. In dissolution there was no bridgeless chasm, no unfathomable gulf of 
separation; the spirit did not immediately become inaccessible, leaping at a bound to an 
immeasurable distance [105:34]. 

To me everything is supernatural [105: 42]. It is impossible to wrest the mind down to the same 
laws that rule pieces of timber [105:42]. 

When I consider that I dwell this moment in the eternal Now[**] that has ever been and will be, that 
I am in the midst of immortal things this moment, that there probably are souls as infinitely superior 
to mine as mine to a piece of timber— what, then, is a "miracle" [105:44]? 

I feel on the margin of a life unknown,[**] very near, almost touching it— on the verge of powers 
which, if I could grasp, would give me an immense breadth of existence [105: 45]. Sometimes a 
very ecstasy of exquisite enjoyment of the entire universe filled me [105:182]. I want more ideas of 
soul-life. I am certain that there are more yet to be found. A great life— an entire civilization— lies 
just outside the pale of common thought [105:48]. 

There is an Entity, a Soul-Entity, as yet unrecognized [105: 48].[**] 

Man has a soul, as yet it seems to me lying in abeyance, by the aid of which he may yet discover 
things now deemed supernatural [105: 144]. 

I believe, with all my heart,[**] in the body and the flesh, and believe that it 

[321-1]* He has the feeling of continuous life— it does not seem that he can die. If he had attained to 
Cosmic Consciousness he would have entered into eternal life, and there would be no "seems" 

about it. 

[321-2]* "Why, who makes much of a miracle? To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, 
every cubic inch of space is a miracle" [193: 301], etc. 

[321-3]* He feels that he has not realized—that there is something just out of reach; his contentment 
is never complete or only so by flashes. On the other hand, those who have fully entered Cosmic 
Consciousness—upon whom the sun has risen— who have achieved Nirvana— the kingdom of 
heaven— are at rest and happy. "I am satisfied," says Whitman, "I exist as I am. That is enough." "I 
know I am solid and sound." "I know I am deathless;" and all the fully illumined from Gautama 
down to E. C, both inclusive, declare the same complete fulfillment of desire. 

[321-4]* Yes, the Cosmic Sense which Jefferies felt but did not enter upon. 

[321-5]* "I believe in the flesh and the appetites. Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and [p. 322] 
each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out! " 

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should be increased and made more beautiful by every means [105: 114]; that the organs of the 
body may be stronger in their action, perfect, and lasting; that the exterior flesh may yet be more 
beautiful; that the shape may be finer, and the motions more graceful [105: 29]. I believe all manner 
of asceticism to be the vilest blasphemy— blasphemy towards the whole of the human race. I believe 
in the flesh and the body, which is worthy of worship [105: 1 14]. 

How can I adequately express my contempt for the assertion[**] that all things occur for the best, 
for a wise and beneficent end, and are ordered by a human intelligence! It is the most utter 
falsehood and a crime against the human race [105: 134]. 

Nothing is evolved. There is no evolution any more than there is any design in nature. By standing 
face to face with nature, and not from books, I have convinced myself that there is no design and no 
evolution. What there is, what was the cause, how and why, is not yet known; certainly it was 
neither of these [105: 126]. There is nothing human in any living animal. All nature, the universe as 
far as we can see, is anti- or ultra-human, outside, and has no concern with man [105: 62]. There 
being nothing human in nature in the universe, and all things being ultra-human and without design, 
shape, or purpose, I conclude that no deity has anything to do with nature [105: 63]. Next, in human 
affairs, in the relations of man with man, in the conduct of life, in the events that occur, in human 
affairs generally, everything happens by chance [105:64]. But as everything in human affairs 
obviously happens by chance, it is clear that no deity is responsible [105:66]. 

I have been obliged to write these things[**] by an irresistible impulse which has worked in me 
since early youth. They have not been written for the sake of argument, still less for any thought of 
profit; rather, indeed, the reverse. They have been forced from me by earnestness of heart, and they 
express my most serious convictions [105: 181]. One of the greatest difficulties I have encountered 
is the lack of words to express ideas [105:184]. 

[322-1]* In these passages is positive evidence that Jefferies never really attained to the Cosmic 
Sense— that is, he never became conscious of the Cosmic order— the vision of the "eternal wheels" of 
the "chain of causation" was not granted him. 

[322-2]* So Blake said of "Jerusalem": "I have written this poem from immediate dictation, twelve 
or sometimes twenty or thirty lines at a time, without premeditation and even against my will." This 

feeling of external or internal domination by something or somebody is common if not universal 
with men having the Cosmic Sense. Even as in the case of those who have entered the holy of 
holies, so Jefferies, though the revelation to him was far from complete, saw more than he found it 
easy to express in our language of the self conscious mind. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 
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Case of C. M. C. in Her Own Words. 

IT is important to clearly realize that in writing the following pages C. M. C. (and the same may be 
truly said of every person whose evidence is included in this volume) had no prior or contemporary 
case before her mind upon which, if she were capable of so doing, she could have modeled her 
narrative. This latter is, beyond all question, a faithful account (as simple and straightforward as she 
could make it) of her actual psychological experience as she lived through it. 

I was born in the year 1844. I have been told that as a child I never seemed young—that is, that 
along with my youth there was an air of thoughtfulness that belongs to more advanced years. [**] I 
cannot remember a time when I did not think and wonder about God. The beauty and sublimity of 
nature have always, from early childhood, impressed me deeply. Went to church and Sunday school, 
listened attentively to the prayers and sermons—thought over the latter more than was probably 
supposed. The sermons were old-time Presbyterian— the day of judgment, the sinner's lost condition, 
the unpardonable sin, and all those things so dreadful to a serious, imaginative child. The older I 
grew and the more I thought the more puzzled and bewildered I became. Over the sufferings of 
Jesus I wept bitter tears, grieving that my sins should have nailed him to the cross. How he could be 
God I could not understand, yet never doubted but that it must be true. I studied the Bible and 
catechism Mk and especially the "Confession of Faith," not only because it was a duty but because I 
felt as if I must find out the truth about things. How terribly I felt when I learned that without the 
gospel the heathen could not be saved. The cruelty and injustice of it made me almost hate God for 
making the world so. I joined the church, however, thinking that it might bring me peace and rest; 
but although feeling more safe I was just as far as ever from being satisfied. While still quite a girl 
we began taking some rather liberal church papers which I read and which were to a certain extent a 
comfort to me, since they showed me that the narrow doctrines in which I had been brought up were 
not the whole of Christianity. At this time "Paradise Lost," Pollock's "Course of Time" and 
"Pilgrim's Progress" were favorite books. The "Course of Time," however, left me depressed for 
many weeks. The vastness and grandeur of the God which I felt in nature I could never reconcile 
with the God in the Bible, try as I would, and of course I felt myself a wicked skeptic in 

[323-1]* C. M. C. seems to have had the mental constitution (as far as the evidence goes) of persons 
who, when the proper age arrives, reach Cosmic Consciousness. 

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[paragraph continues] So it went on and though to all appearance I was happy and full of life like 
other girls, there was always that undercurrent— a vein of sadness deep down, out of sight. Often as I 

have walked out under the stars, looking up into those silent depths with unspeakable longing for 
some answer to the wordless questions within me, I have dropped down upon the ground in a 
perfect agony of aspiration. But if the stars knew the secret I sought they gave no sign. My 
experience was no doubt ordinary —largely that of the average girl living the average commonplace 
life—with aspirations and ideals to all appearance beyond any hope of fulfillment. At twenty-two I 
was married. Ten years later a change of place broke up the old routine of my life, giving me new 
associates and new interests. I was thrown into relation with people of more liberal tendencies, and 
soon began reading the books and magazines ("Popular Science Monthly," etc.) which I found in 
the hands of my new acquaintances. Tyndall's "Belfast Address," one of the books in question, was 
the first really thoughtful book (from the point of view of modern science) I had ever read, and it 
was a revelation to me. From that time, without my going very deeply into the subject, a general 
idea of evolution was gained, and gradually the old conceptions gave place to more rational ones, 
and more in accordance with my own feelings. The questions of design or purpose in nature, of 
individual immortality, etc., were left for scientific research to discover, if to be discovered at all. 
My attitude was that of an agnostic. 

There I rested, not altogether content, it is true.[**] Something in life had been missed which it 
seemed ought to be there; depths in my own nature which had never been sounded; heights I could 
see, which had not been reached. The chasm between what I was and what I needed to be was deep 
and wide, but as this same incompleteness was obvious in the lives of others, it was accepted as my 
share in the common lot. But now into this life, past its meridian and apparently fixed for good or 
ill, was to come a new element, which should transform me, my life and the world to me. The soul, 
the deeper self, was to awake, and demand its own! An irresistible force was to be aroused which 
should, with mighty throes, rend the veil behind which nature hides her secrets. An illness, 
combining extreme bodily prostration with equally extreme mental and emotional disturbance, 
revealed to me the depths in my own nature. After some months my strength was restored and my 
mental condition to some extent improved, but the deep unrest remained. With the power to suffer 
came the power of sympathy with all suffering. What I had hitherto known or realized of life was as 
the prick of a pin to the thrust of a dagger I had been living on the surface; now I was going down 
into the depths, and as I went deeper and deeper the barriers 

[324-1]* All readers of this book will have noticed the apparent incompatibility between the so- 
called religions— in other words, the churches— and Cosmic Consciousness. The man who enters or 
is to enter the latter either never belonged to a church, as Walt Whitman, or leaves the church before 
illumination, as C. M. C. did, or immediately upon illumination. Almost the only exception to this 
rule was John Yepes— an exception to be explained by the great breadth of the Catholic Church, 
which allowed him to interpret his experience in terms of the current religion. Churches are 
inevitable and doubtless indispensable on the plane of self consciousness, but are probably (in any 
shape) impossible on the Cosmic Conscious plane. 

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which had separated me from my fellow men were broken down, the sense of kinship with every 
living creature had deepened, so that I was oppressed with a double burden. Was I never to know 
rest or peace again? It seemed not. Life had many blessings— home, husband, children, friends— yet 
it was with dismay that I thought of the coming years till death should set me free. 

Walt Whitman, in "Leaves of Grass," had portrayed with wonderful power and sublimity this phase 
of mental and spiritual development, as those who look deeply into their own natures must see. In 
those wonderful poems nature herself utters her voice, pouring out the elemental pain and passion in 
living, burning words as lava is poured in torrents from the crater of a volcano— not his voice alone, 
but that of the soul of humanity imprisoned, struggling to break the bonds which enclose and hold it 

in. How sweet to lean upon that great soul! to feel that tender human sympathy! and seeing what 
heights he had reached, and knowing the road he had traveled, what courage! 

Passing over the interval between this time and September, 1893, as unimportant, except for the 
constant struggle within me, I proceed to describe, as well as may be, the supreme event of my life, 
which undoubtedly is related to all else, and is the outcome of those years of passionate search. 

I had come to see that my need was greater even than I had thought. The pain and tension deep in 
the core and centre of my being was so great that I felt as might some creature which had outgrown 
its shell, and yet could not escape. What it was I knew not, except that it was a great yearning—for 
freedom, for larger life—for deeper love. There seemed to be no response in nature to that infinite 
need. The great tide swept on uncaring, pitiless, and strength gone, every resource exhausted, 
nothing remained but submission. So I said: There must be a reason for it, a purpose in it, even if I 
cannot grasp it. The Power in whose hands I am may do with me as it will ! It was several days after 
this resolve before the point of complete surrender was reached. Meantime, with every internal 
sense, I searched for that principle, whatever it was, which would hold me when I let go. 

At last, subdued, with a curious, growing strength in my weakness, I let go of myself! [**] In a 
short time, to my surprise, I began to feel a sense of physical comfort, of rest, as if some strain or 
tension was removed. Never before had I experienced such a feeling of perfect health. I wondered at 
it. And how bright and beautiful the day! I looked out at the sky, the hills and the river, amazed that 
I had never before realized how divinely beautiful the world was! The sense of lightness and 
expansion kept increasing, the wrinkles smoothed out of everything, there was nothing in all the 
world that 

[325-1]* I let go! Carpenter tells us [56: 166 et seq.] that the "suppression of thought" and the 
"effacement of projects and purposes" are the chief things insisted upon by the Indian experts or 
yogis in the attainment of the Siddhi or miraculous powers (meaning illumination— Nirvana). The 
same doctrine has evidently been taught in India for ages. In the Bhagavad Gita it is laid down [154: 
68] that the "working of the mind and senses" must be restrained— that, in fact, an absolute mental 
vacancy or blank is the condition in which to receive illumination. This seems to be the basis of the 
teaching of Jesus, that we shall not allow ourselves to be preoccupied with care tor money, food, 
clothing, household needs [14: 6: 25-16: 10: 42]. But one thing is needful, [p. 326] he says: 
Nirvana, the kingdom of God. And worrying about these worldly matters only tends to keep us from 
that, while if we attain to the worldly things which we seek nothing is gained, for they are valueless. 
So Balzac says: The self conscious life "is the glory and scourge of the world; glorious, it creates 
societies; baneful, it exempts man from entering the path of specialism, which leads to the Infinite." 
So Whitman: "What do you seek?" he says. "Do you think it is love?" "Yes," he continues, "love is 
great, but," he says (referring to the Cosmic Sense), "there is something else very great: it makes the 
whole coincide; it, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for 
all." If you have that you want nothing else. 

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seemed out of place. At dinner I remarked: "How strangely happy I am to-day!" If I had realized 
then, as I did afterwards, what a great thing was happening to me, I should doubtless have dropped 
my work and given myself up to the contemplation of it, but it seemed so simple and natural (with 
all the wonder of it) that I and my affairs went on as usual. The light and color glowed, the 
atmosphere seemed to quiver and vibrate around and within me. Perfect rest and peace and joy were 
everywhere, and, more strange than all, there came to me a sense as of some serene, magnetic 
presence grand and all pervading. The life and joy within me were becoming so intense that by 
evening I became restless and wandered about the rooms, scarcely knowing what to do with myself 

Retiring early that I might be alone, soon all objective phenomena were shut out. I was seeing and 
comprehending the sublime meaning of things, the reasons for all that had before been hidden and 
dark. The great truth that life is a spiritual evolution, that this life is but a passing phase in the soul's 
progression, burst upon my astonished vision with overwhelming grandeur Oh, I thought, if this is 
what it means, if this is the outcome, then pain is sublime! Welcome centuries, eons, of suffering if 
it brings us to this! And still the splendor increased. Presently what seemed to be a swift, oncoming 
tidal wave of splendor and glory ineffable came down upon me, and I felt myself being enveloped, 
swallowed up. 

I felt myself going, losing myself [**] Then I was terrified, but with a sweet terror. I was losing my 
consciousness, my identity, but was powerless to hold myself Now came a period of rapture, so 
intense that the universe stood still, as if amazed at the unutterable majesty of the spectacle! Only 
one in all the infinite universe! The All-loving, the Perfect One! The Perfect Wisdom, truth, love 
and purity! And with the rapture came the insight. In that same wonderful moment of what might be 
called supernal bliss, came illumination. I saw with intense inward vision the atoms or molecules, 
of which seemingly the universe is composed— I know not whether material or spiritual—rearranging 
themselves, as the cosmos (in its continuous, everlasting life) passes from order to order [**] What 
joy when I saw there was no break in the chain— not a link left out— everything in its place and time. 
Worlds, systems, all blended in one harmonious whole. Universal 

[326-1]* The fear that has been noted a dozen times in this volume: 

[326-2]* Order to order: This is the cosmic vision— the Brahmic Splendor— the sense or 
consciousness of the cosmos, which lies (apparently) at the root of this whole business, just as the 
sense or consciousness of self is the central fact in humanity as we see it to-day about us. It is the 
"Chain of Causation" of Gautama, the "eternal wheels" of Dante, the "measured and perfect 
motion" of the "procession of the universe" [193: 85] of Whitman. 

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life, synonymous with universal love! 

How long that period of intense rapture[**] lasted I do not know— it seemed an eternity— it might 
have been but a few moments. Then came relaxation, the happy tears, the murmured, rapturous 
expression. I was safe; I was on the great highway, the upward road which humanity had trod with 
bleeding feet, but with deathless hope in the heart and songs of love and trust on the lips. I 
understood, now, the old eternal truths, yet fresh and new and sweet as the dawn. How long the 
vision lasted I cannot tell. In the morning I awoke with a slight headache, but with the spiritual 
sense so strong that what we call the actual, material things surrounding me seemed shadowy and 
unreal. My point of view was entirely changed. Old things had passed away and all had become 
new. The ideal had become real, the old real had lost its former reality and had become shadowy. 
This shadowy unreality of external things did not last many days. Every longing of the heart was 
satisfied, [**] every question answered, the "pent-up, aching rivers" had reached the ocean— I loved 
infinitely and was infinitely loved! The universal tide flowed in upon me in waves of joy and 
gladness, pouring down over me as in torrents of fragrant balm. 

This describes an actual sensation. [**] The infinite love and tenderness seemed to really stream 
down over me like holy oil healing all my hurts and bruises. How foolish, how childish, now 
seemed petulance and discontent in presence of that serene majesty! I had learned the grand lesson, 
that suffering is the price which must be paid for all that is worth having; that in some mysterious 
way we are refined and sensitized, doubtless largely by it, so that we are made susceptible to 
nature's higher and finer influences— this, if true of one, is true of all. And feeling and knowing this, 

I do not now rave as once I did, but am "silent" "as I sit and look out 

[327-1]* "At other times," says John Yepes, "the divine light strikes the soul with such force that the 
darkness is unfelt and the light unheeded; the soul seems unconscious of all it knows and is 
therefore lost, as it were, in forgetfulness, knowing not where it is nor what happened to it, unaware 
ofthe lapse of time" [203: 127]. 

[327-2]* Every longing ofthe heart was satisfied: The abolition or extinction ofthe passions and 
desires belonging to the self conscious life (hence the name Nirvana) is one of the characteristic 
features (as we have seen many times already) of the kingdom of heaven—the Cosmic Sense. This 
point is noted in every genuine case, but is nowhere better expressed than in the following words: 
"Jesus said unto her, If thou knowest the gift of God, and who it is that saith unto thee, Give me to 
drink: thou wouldest have asked of him and he would have given thee living water The woman 
saith unto him. Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence hast thou that 
living water? Jesus answered and said unto her. Every one that drinketh of this water [that is, 
whoever seeks to quench, by satisfying them, the appetites, passions and desires of the self 
conscious life] shall thirst again [for these cannot be satisfied and quieted by gratification]: but 
whosoever drinketh of the water [the kingdom of heaven— the Cosmic Sense] that I shall give him 
shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall become in him a well of water springing 
up unto eternal life" [17: 4: 10.14]. 

[327-3]* Our light affliction (which is for the moment) worketh for us more and more exceedingly 
an eternal weight of glory [21:4: 17]. 

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upon all the sorrow ofthe world"— "upon all the meanness and agony without end." That sweet 
eternal smile on nature's face![**] There is nothing in the universe to compare with it— such joyous 
repose and sweet unconcern— saying to us, with tenderest love: All is well, always has been and will 
always be. The "subjective light" (it seems to me) is magnetic or electric— some force is liberated in 
the brain and nervous system— some explosion takes place— the fire that burned in the breast is now 
a mounting flame. On several occasions, weeks after the illumination described, I distinctly felt 
electric sparks shoot from my eyes. In my experience the "subjective light" was not something 
seen— a sensation as distinct from an emotion— it was emotion itself— ecstasy. It was the gladness and 
rapture of love, so intensified that it became an ocean of living, palpitating light, the brightness of 
which outshone[**] the brightness ofthe sun. Its glow, warmth and tenderness filling the universe. 
That infinite ocean was the eternal love, the soul of nature and all one endless smile! 

What astonished me beyond all else was, as the months went on (from that September), a deepening 
sense of a Holy Presence. There was a hush on everything, as if nature were holding her breath in 
adoration. There were times when the feeling came over me with such force as to become 
oppressive, almost painful. It would not have surprised me if the very rocks and hills had burst forth 
in one great anthem of praise. At times I felt as if they must, to relieve my feelings. 

"The rent veil," "the holy of holies," "the cherubim with folded wings," "tabernacles" and 
"temples"— I saw that they were symbols— the attempts of man to give expression to an inward 
experience. Nature touched me too closely; I sometimes felt oppressed by it, such extreme 
exaltation exhausted me, and I was glad when I could have a common day. I looked forward with 
somewhat of dread to the summer, and when it came its light and its profusion of color, although 
delightful, were almost more than I could bear. We think we see, but we are really blind— if we 
could see! 

One day, for a moment, my eyes were opened. It was in the morning, in the early summer of 1894, 1 
went out in happy, tranquil mood, to look at the flowers,[**] putting my face down into the sweet 
peas, enjoying their fragrance, observing how vivid and distinct were their form and color. The 
pleasure I felt deepened into rapture; I was thrilled through and through, and was just beginning to 
wonder at it, when 

[328-1]* "That which I was seeing," says Dante, under the same circumstances, "seemed to me a 
smile of the universe. O joy! O ineffable gladness!" 

[328-2]* Outshone the brightness of the sun: "Above the brightness of the sun," says Paul. 
Mohammed saw "a flood of light of such intolerable splendor that he swooned away." Yepes was 
for some days partially blinded by it. In Dante's experience, "On a sudden, day seemed to be added 
to day, as if He who is able had adorned the heaven with another sun;" and Whitman was dazzled by 
"Another sun ineffable, and all the orbs I knew, and brighter, unknown orbs." 

[328-3]* A parallel experience is related of Behman. He sat down in a green field, "and, viewing the 
herbs and grass, he saw into their essences, uses and properties" [40: 13]. 

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deep within me a veil, or curtain, suddenly parted, and I became aware that the flowers were alive 
and conscious! They were in commotion! And I knew they were emitting electric sparks! What a 
revelation it was! The feeling that came to me with the vision is indescribable~I turned and went 
into the house, filled with unspeakable awe. 

There was and is still, though not so noticeable as earlier, a very decided and peculiar feeling across 
the brow above the eyes, as of tension gone, a feeling of more room. That is the physical sensation. 
The mental is a sense of majesty, of serenity, which is more noticeable when out of doors. [**] 
Another very decided and peculiar effect followed the phenomena above described—that of being 
centred, or of being a centre. It was as if surrounding and touching me closely on all sides were the 
softest, downiest pillows. Lean in what direction I might there they were. A pillow or pillows which 
fitted every tired spot, so that though I was distinctly conscious of that lightest touch there, was not 
the least resistance or obstruction to movement, and yet the support was as permanent and solid as 
the universe. It was "the everlasting arms." I was anchored at last! But to what? To something 
outside myself? 

The consciousness of completeness and permanence in myself is one with that of the completeness 
and permanence of nature. [**] This feeling is quite distinct from any that I had before illumination 
and has sprung from that. I often ponder on it and wonder what has happened—what change can 
have taken place in me to so poise and individualize me. My feeling is as if I were as distinct and 
separate from all other beings and things as is the moon in space and at the same time indissolubly 
one with all nature. 

Out of this experience was born an unfaltering trust. Deep in the soul, below pain, below all the 
distraction of life, is a silence vast and grand— an infinite ocean of calm, which nothing can disturb; 
Nature's own exceeding peace, which "passes understanding." 

That which we seek with passionate longing, here and there, upward and outward, we find at last 
within ourselves. The kingdom within! The indwelling God! are words whose sublime meaning we 
never shall fathom. 

[329-1]* When out of doors: So Carpenter [56] tells us that in transcribing the thoughts and 

emotions of the Cosmic Sense he found it "necessary to write in the open air," for he says: "What I 
sought to convey refused itself from me within doors." So also the Cosmic Sense, speaking through 
Whitman, says [193: 75]: "I will never translate myself at all only to him or to her who privately 
stays with me in the open air. " 

[329-2]* The sense of immortality, eternal life, which belongs to Cosmic Consciousness. 

The subjoined note was sent the editor by a younger sister of C. M. C. in reply to inquiry made by 
him as to whether or not any change in the appearance of C. M. C. had been noticed at the time of 
or subsequent to her experiences given above. The note is dated February 2d, 1895, and is, word for 
word, as follows: 

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It was in December, three months after, that I saw my sister for the first time after the experience 
described, and her changed appearance made such a deep impression on me that I shall never forget 
it. Her looks and manner were so changed that she scarcely seemed the same person. There was a 
clear, bright, peaceful light in her eyes, lighting her whole face, and she was so happy and 
contented—so satisfied with things as they were. It seemed as though some heavy weight had been 
lifted and she was free. As she talked to me I felt that she was living in a new world of thought and 
feeling unknown to me. Sincerely, P. M. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


The Case of M. C. L. in His Own Words. 

BORN about January, 1853. 

It is a difficult matter to write about myself, especially touching an experience which for four or 
five years has been one of the most sacredly guarded events of my life. Dr. M. described to me your 
theory of Cosmic Consciousness, which I at once recognized as defining, in a general way, a certain 
experience in my own life. I did not communicate the details to the doctor. I never had to anyone, 
lest I should be charged with superstition or madness. 

Early in my career a reputation as a popular preacher was won, and the power to interest and hold 
an audience achieved. As a minister I wrestled with the intellectual problems of the age, not only in 
the theological but in the physical, sociological and psychical realms. My desire for information 
was eager, and the search for truth honest and persistent. 

In the month of February, 1890, just following my thirty-seventh birthday. Rev. J. E. L., of Canada, 
came to assist me in a series of special meetings in my church. My affection for him gained during 
his stay. He had been gone three days when, thinking of him far through the night—the gray of the 
morning was already in the heavens— the conviction came to me that in him I had met an incarnation 
of Christ. I stood a moment transfixed with the thought. Was that which I had held as a theory to be 
realized as a fact? My friend was forgotten in the vision of Christ, who had come to me, not from 
without, but through the gates which open inwardly. I knew him, was conscious of him in my own 
spirit, soul and body. Then with that unfolding consciousness there came a suffusion, as of a 

delicate cloud or haze, which searched the entire body, was more invasive than light, more 
penetrating than heat, more inreaching than electricity. It was as if I had been plunged into a bath of 
fluid more subtle and permeating than ether. Against the inflow and outflow of that enswathing 
essence the body was not as resistant as the air to a bird's wing or a morning mist to the sunbeam. 
The rapture, the exaltation, the divinity of that moment passes knowledge. Then swiftly came the 
awe of the mysterious 

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presence that filled me, and the consciousness of the whole creation, universe, went thrilling 
through me, not as a thought, a sensation, an emotion, but as the vital breath of God. This grew until 
I found myself rising and expanding into the Infinite, being diffused and lost therein, and the mind 
and body reeled. Feeling myself falling, I exclaimed: "The vision is too much! I cannot look upon 
the face of God and live! Father in heaven, it is enough! " And the voice answered. I sank on my bed 
and slept like a child. A few hours later I woke in joy which was unspeakable and full of glory. I 
knew what Paul meant by the "unspeakable gift." The experience was to me the "election" —the 
calling of sonship to do the Father's will. I went to my pulpit vibrant from subjection to the holy 
breath, and preached upon the text: "And I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me." The 
sermon became intense. I saw the cross before me as the necessity of my life. Its agony and fear 
possessed me, the mind could not bear up under it, I staggered from my pulpit, the congregation 
awed by the anguish on my face and in my words. 

My family were alarmed and a physician was called. He pronounced that I was suffering from 
nervous prostration, but found no symptoms of insanity, the horror of which had oppressed me. The 
exhaustion was such that I felt the need of rest and went to my mother, in the old homestead among 
the hills of Connecticut. To her I told the story. She said: "My boy, I have been expecting this. Now 
you know the truth of a Living Christ." 

The character of my preaching completely changed. [**] The old popularity has waned, but larger 
powers of mind have come and the perception of truth is clearer. The holy breath kills lust, passion, 
hate; fills the heart with laughter and the soul with peace. 

I know the eternal Christ of Paul and John, the Christ manifested in the Nazarene, and who in the 
manifestation was the interpretation of the Cosmic Consciousness of the past and the typal form of 
the new race in whom that consciousness is evolved. It is the race of the Sons of God, who, like 
Moses, have stood in the presence and been bathed in the glory of His beauty and the blessedness of 
His joy. Cosmic Consciousness is the light of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. 

[331-1]* Compare Bhagavad Ghita: "Objects of sense draw back from a person who is abstinent; 
not so the taste for these objects. But even the taste departs from him when he has seen the 
Supreme" [154: 50]. 

In answer to a request for further particulars M. C. L. adds: 

The haze or light was more felt than seen. The nearest approach to the sensation I ever knew was 
experienced when I was at Niagara and visited the Cave of the Winds. And also when, from my 
window, at Hotel Coutet, in Chamouni, I saw the sun rise on Mt. Blanc. The tinge, subtler than the 
waves of color, was that of these experiences—a fluid beryl or watery emerald. 

The mind slowly passed from fear into a distinct consciousness of some seemingly extra-natural 
event. At first my thought was, "This is a stroke of paralysis," and I tested every function of body 
and mind; then the mind opened 

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to understand something of what was going on. It kept pace with the sensation, and each progress of 
experience involved a mental process. 

I am inclined to locate the point of contact in the mind. I use the word mind as synonymous with the 
psyche, which of course involves the personality. I always have believed that the event primarily 
was subjective, but a subjective experience which was in perfect accord with the entire objective 
universe. It was the exaltation of the subjective in me to a new relation with the objective in earth 
and heaven. 

This is the first attempt I have ever made to give a verbal history of that holy hour, and it has been 
with something of a feeling of hesitancy that I have written; but what is written is written. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Case of J. W. W., Largely in His Own Words. 

HE was born August 11th, 1853. The date of his illumination was January 20th, 1885. He is an 
architect. He has always been an earnest man, anxious to know the right and to do it. After the 
momentary attainment of Cosmic Consciousness he became still more bent upon pursuing the same 
path. Before his illumination he was an agnostic and sceptic, as the annexed autobiographic sketch 
will show. Not only did he not believe but he had no hope. After illumination he never again 
doubted the infinite beneficence of the central and over-ruling power of the universe. Although in 
this case the Cosmic Sense came for a moment only and then passed away, probably for the 
remainder of life, yet was the man by it incredibly ennobled. That seems the best term for the 
change that took place in him. Though not a Buddha, a Christ or a Whitman, he was, from that time, 
clearly superior to the average man. In proof of which statement the fact may be cited that a number 
of the best young men of his town sought him out and constituted him, under the name of "Master," 
their spiritual leader. These men have, as the present writer can personally testify, for years tendered 
this man their personal affection and reverence for no other reason than that they saw clearly in him 
a superior spiritual nature, which superiority was never detected or suspected in him until after the 
oncoming of the Cosmic Sense 

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in 1885. J. W. W. has since his illumination devoted his life to the intellectual and moral elevation 
of himself and his friends. 

Here follows an autobiographic sketch, written for the purpose of showing in what manner and 
under what circumstances he entered into the new life. The pages were not written for this book nor 
at the instigation of the writer of it. They were, in fact, written before the present writer knew J. W. 
W., and forthat reason are all the more valuable in this place. Neither were they written to illustrate 
or support any theory. J. W. W. had and has no theory on the subject. All he knows, or perhaps cares 
to know, in this connection is that he at that moment entered into relation with a higher form of life, 
and learned, as Paul says, "unspeakable things"~such things, at all events, as were and are of quite 

unspeakable importance to him, any doubt of the tnith of which things has been, and (as he thinks) 
always will be, entirely out of the question. 

J. W. W., then, addressing his intimate friends, the young and middle-aged men mentioned above, 
who surround him, and, as said, call him "Master," spoke as follows: 

To-day, the 20th of January, 1890, is the anniversary of my mother's death, five years ago. I have 
decided to celebrate it by giving you some account of circumstances which I have hitherto kept to 
myself, and sacred in the recesses of my own heart and memory. 

I need not tell you, I think, that my mother's last illness and death were, by immeasurable odds, the 
heaviest grief and pain I have ever known, or shall, probably, ever know. But it is also true that the 
memory of them is for all time my most precious and priceless possession. 

That period was the supreme moment of my life and its deepest experience. In ordinary life we live 
only on the surface of things, our attention distracted endlessly by the shallowest illusions and 

We discuss with a light heart, and very much at our own ease, the great problems we have been 
discussing lately in the college (of immortality and the infinite goodness), but are not deeply 
concerned in them, and care but little what their solutions may be. 

But a great bereavement strips the scales from our eyes and compels us, in the intense solitude of 
our own souls, to gaze into the unfathomable depths in which we float and to question their vast and 
solemn meanings. It comes upon us clothed in thick darkness and mystery, and pierces our hearts 
with unutterable agony and grief, but it may be that the darkest hours of its visitation, the supreme 
moment itself, may also prove a revelation to our souls of the 

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[paragraph continues] Highest and bring us into the very presence of the Infinite Love and 

For myself I cannot doubt that this was my own experience. To speak of it is to profane it. I am 
unworthy to so much as hint at it. But it has been the comfort of my life ever since. 

Alas, for the years that have followed! One momentary glimpse into the ineffable brightness, 
followed by gathering clouds and darkness, painful stumblings and wide errors, unsupported by any 
recognizable spiritual aid or presence, the heavens deaf and careless to my most earnest prayers and 
agonizings, nay, even slighting them, so far as appeared. But through it all, like the steadfast shining 
of a clear star, the memory of that sacred time has remained deep in my heart, and I have never 
really doubted for a moment that an Infinite Wisdom and Love does encircle all our lives—tender, 
pitying and sympathizing. We may pass our lives without ever realizing it, doubting it, nay, flatly 
denying it. But it is there; and he to whom the vision has ever come at all, though in the briefest 
transient flash of momentary consciousness, can never again forget it, though his whole after path 
may be enveloped in darkness and he himself may fall into gross error and backsliding. 

I received the ordinary orthodox training of the Presbyterian Church. I was baptized and was a 
regular attendant at church and Sunday school till well on in my teens. 

I attribute at least equal importance, in the formative elements of my religious training, to the daily 
practice at home, while I was a boy, of family worship. I recall now, as I write, with reverent 

emotion, the tender tones of my mother's voice, as it pleaded especially for her only deeply loved 

I was always a lover of books, and I was not far in my teens before I began to learn something of 
the opposition between the teaching of science and many of the beliefs I had been taught. This 
discovery was a gradual one, and I will only give a brief outline of the position in which I was 
ultimately landed. 

I learned that the first chapter of Genesis was, at least, a very crude statement of the actual fact. At 
one time I was an ardent and enthusiastic student of Hugh Miller's books and rested content with the 
reconciliation he sought to establish between the teaching of his beloved science. Geology, and the 
Biblical record. But I had to give it up when I came to read and study Darwin's and other books and 
to acquaint myself with the most recent geological discoveries. I remember well the enthusiasm 
with which I copied in writing Professor Huxley's famous address to the Geological Section of the 
British Association, in which he traced the pedigree of the horse to its progenitors in the Eocene 
period and the clear evidence of its evolution. 

Darwinism demolished for me the Biblical account of creation, the authority of the Bible and the 
account it gives of the origin of evil and the fall of man. This last clearly involves the whole 
theological superstructure based upon it, including the so-called scheme of redemption and the 
doctrine of the atonement. The legends of the flood, the tower of Babel, the dispersion of man and 
the origin of different languages were minor matters of comparatively trifling importance. 

I remember the delight with which I read Tyndall's book on "Heat as a 

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[paragraph continues] Mode of Motion," and re-read it again and again. I read, too, his lectures on 
"Sound." These were my introduction to physics, from which I learned the great doctrines of the 
conservation and correlation of forces, as I had previously learned to realize in some degree the 
unity and uniformity of nature. In presence of such majestic and august conceptions the ordinary 
ideas of prayer and miracles seemed childish. I remember reading Tyndall's "Fragments of Science" 
and feeling this yet more strongly. I came in time to abandon the habit of prayer entirely. 

One cannot read much in physiological science without serious reflection on the nature of 
consciousness, the relation between mind and physical structure and the bearings of all this on the 
belief in personal immortality. It has always seemed clear to me that the only logical outcome of the 
considerations put forward by science are flatly and altogether opposed to such belief 

To sum up: Science destroyed for me all belief in the Biblical legends of the creation and the fall of 
man, etc., and in the doctrine of the atonement, and at least gravely questioned all narratives of 
miracle, the probability of answer to prayer and the idea of personal immortality. The whole idea, 
too, of the divine incarnation of Christ on our insignificant atom of a world seemed out of keeping 
with the august spectacle of the infinite universe and its immeasurable duration. But my reading 
was never exclusively scientific, and my thoughts accordingly were always modified by other 

I learned something of Descartes, Kant, Fichte, Schelling, Hegel and Spinoza. What the effect of it 
all was upon me it is impossible for me now to analyze or to tell. But let a man once get fairly into 
his head the teaching of Kant that time and space only exist as the condition of our consciousness, 
and the discussion of immortality will seem irrelevant—he will feel the very basis of his 
speculations crumble beneath his feet. From my earliest youth I have acknowledged two masters, to 

whom I continually turned and whom I have studied with ever-fresh interest and delight—Carlyle 
and Emerson—two widely different men but fundamentally alike in the absolute honesty and 
sincerity of their teaching, their noble and heroic character, and their steady, life-long consecration 
to the service of the highest. Both of them rejected the materialistic conception of the world, which 
they regarded as spiritual in its essence, and each believed in his own way in a divine purpose- 
Emerson with genial and growing optimism, Carlyle with an accompanying Hebraic sense of the 
mystery and terror of evil. 

But neither from Carlyle nor Emerson will a student, derive any firm conviction on the subject of 
individual immortality. Carlyle preferred to leave it a mystery, about which nothing can be 
definitely said with true assurance, but about which much may be hoped. Emerson, in the main, 
really believed it, but may be quoted on both sides of the subject. "The questions we lust to have 
answered are," he declared, "a confession of sin." He preached an unconditional submission and 
trust. Believe with all your heart and soul that all is well and ask no questions. If it is best that you 
should continue you will do so; if not, you should not wish it. And the whole subject, he believed, 
belongs to a much higher plane than that on which it is usually discussed. 

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It is fifteen years since I carefully studied Tennyson, and especially his "In Memoriam." His 
arguments, however, seemed to me unconvincing though powerful. I came to prize the two volumes 
I had of Browning's selections, but could not give complete adhesion to his views either My 
judgment was suspended with a leaning of the heart to the "Larger Hope." George Macdonald did 
me great and growing service, though I could never accept all his conclusions nor admire greatly his 
logic. On the other hand, the logic of George Eliot's creed seemed to me faultless, and her sympathy 
with opposite views complete. And her rigid and faithful devotion to truth and fact alone seemed to 
me to be rewarded in her art. George Macdonald's creations as a rule seem ghostly abstractions. 
George Eliot's are alive; prick them and they bleed. But the melancholy which her books create is 
undeniable, and the heart instinctively revolts from her creed. Matthew Arnold did me immense 
service by his theological books, and opened the Bible for me again as a book of living interest. But 
his famous axiom that miracles do not happen, and his elimination of the supernatural element, are 
unmistakable. But a careful study of Isaiah, with the help of his notes, gave me a clue to a higher 
view, in my judgment, than the one he himself arrived at. He, too, deprecates the ascription of 
personality to God, and so does away with the impulse to pray. For who can pray to a "stream of 
tendency"? Here, again, however, the light which he throws upon the character and teaching of St. 
Paul helps one also to realize better the teaching of Paul himself, which is higher than that of the 
critic. Ruskin believed in these things, but his authority is weakened by the evangelical teaching 
which he himself in time discarded. The great masters seemed to me inconclusive. The whole value 
of Dante's teaching is vitiated by his false and horrible presentations of eternal punishment. 
Shakespeare holds himself aloof from the subject, and his opinions do not lie on the surface. Goethe 
I believed to more explicitly teach the efficacy of prayer and individual immortality than he actually 
did. I had long had a slight knowledge of and much curiosity about Whitman, and twelve months 
before my mother died I read for the first time complete copies of "Leaves of Grass" and "Specimen 
Days," and felt the deep thrill of contact with a mighty spirit. And it seemed a great thing that he, of 
all men, taught the doctrine of immortality with quite new emphasis and authority. 

The foregoing are only very crude and sketchy outlines of the intellectual gropings, questionings, 
studies and complex, many-sided experiences and difficulties of many years. But they will help you 
to partially understand my position at the time I write of 

And now to my narrative: I will not trouble you with any particulars which do not seem to me 
necessary for my purpose. And these I will give as briefly as is consistent with the clearness and 

right coloring of the picture I want to present. I feel, however, that I must, at the outset, make a 
disclaimer I do not want you to judge of my character as a son from my devotion to my mother on 
her deathbed. As a matter of fact I was never in the true sense "a good son." I have too many grave 
faults and strong opposing idiosyncrasies for that. And I have innumerable bitter memories of 
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want of consideration and sympathy, things left undone that I ought to have done and things done 
that I ought to have left undone. They are past recall or expiation now, and I can only pray and 
strive for a better nature in future. 

It is perhaps hardly necessary to speak of my mother. She was not without faults or weaknesses 
either She had good qualities in an exceptional degree that I need not analyze or speak of But it is 
necessary for my purpose that I should refer to what was her ruling passion—a deep, constant, 
absorbing and self-sacrificing love for her only son. Every one knows something of the sacred 
depths of a mother's love. But very few can sound their profound abysses as it has been my lot to 

Many circumstances threw us more together than is usual. For one thing, my father was much from 
home. My own tastes and pursuits kept me more closely at home than is the case with most young 
men. Our natures, too, were similar in many ways. Naturally I was in many things my mother's 
confidant. Her sufferings and declining strength made her more and more dependent upon me and 
knit our hearts together more closely as time went on. 

She suffered excruciating pains at times. She became lame and lost the power to stand. If my father 
was at home he would carry her upstairs at night to bed; if not, she crept to the foot of the stairs and 
pulled herself up step by step. But on no account would she let me carry her, fearing that I might 
strain or hurt myself But eventually she had to allow me, and after that I always carried her 

She was always poorly in the morning and suffered great internal pain. I used to regularly take her 
up a cup of tea to breakfast, but she ate next to nothing. 

Some eighteen months before she died she told me that she believed she suffered from an internal 
cancer. I had long urged her to let me call in a doctor, and I now insisted upon it. 

For a long time she would not allow it, but finally yielded, and Dr. R. was called in. She seemed 
more bright and cheerful after his visit. She told me that his verdict was that it was not a cancer, but 
the facts which led her to think it was were the results of her rheumatism. It was a happy relief to 
me, and I dismissed altogether the dreadful ideas which had weighed like lead upon my heart. As a 
matter of fact it was a cancer, and my mother soon came to know it without a shadow of doubt. But 
in her self-sacrificing regard for me she kept all knowledge back from me, and in the weary, painful 
and gloomy months that followed I lived in absolute ignorance of the real facts of the case. Perhaps 
it was better so. I really believe that if I had known, the dreadful knowledge would have killed me. 
As it was I was supported by groundless hopes. And even so, the pain of it and the daily strain on 
my heart and mind were almost more than I could bear, and their effects have remained with me 
ever since. 

I will say as little as possible of that time. I will only note her visibly declining strength, the solitude 
and many miseries of her lot, her absorbing and endless solicitude for me, her complete indifference 
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spirit of loving self-sacrifice and a love in both our hearts that grew more tender and profound as 
we realized more and more the coming and inevitable end. The countless heartaches and pains of 
those days only revealed more clearly the depth and strength of a love which was mightier than all 
adverse circumstances, even death itself 

So the days and weeks and months dragged on in ever-deepening gloom, till the fateful month of 
January, 1885. As my mother's strength became less and less her time for going to bed grew earlier, 
from ten to half-past nine, to nine, to half-past eight, to eight. It pained me excessively to note this, 
and every night after she had gone I felt unspeakably sad and wretched as I thought of the future. I 
could not bear to part with her I used to keep her as long as possible, joke with her and do my best 
to cheer her as well as myself But her weariness getting too great she would often lose patience and 
say, with pathetic entreaty, "Willie, do take me," "Why don't you take me?" or "Willie, do let me 
go." After that there was nothing for it but to take her at once. 

On the 9th of January, 1885, 1 went to a birthday party. I was far from well, and I had no heart for it, 
but I went to tea, came home at eight to take my mother to bed (for the last time it turned out) and 
went back, not returning till between one and two. During the night I was awakened by my mother 
knocking at the wall. She felt faint, she said, and asked me to bring her a glass of water I asked if I 
should make tea, and she said she preferred water, which I got her I grieve to say that I was 
altogether harsh, unsympathetic and ungracious. I ought to have known that she needed more, and 
without a moment's thought for myself should have got it. She thanked me with her usual 
tenderness and I went to bed again. 

Next morning when I took her tea it all came out. During the night she had crept out of bed and 
fainted on the floor On recovery she had managed with much painful effort to get into bed again. 
She would not disturb or trouble me, knowing what she did, but felt compelled at last to rouse me 
and ask for a glass of water Fancy it! Cold water! and rendered with unsympathetic grumbling at 
that. I have never forgiven myself for my far worse than stupidity and callousness. My mother, 
however, in her sweet, serene charity and loving kindness forgave me from the first. 

I will not go into details of the illness that followed. She did not get up that day, though serenely 
cheerful, hopeful and loving. My father came home in the afternoon and she seemed a little better, 
but at night grew worse and slightly delirious. Early next morning (Sunday) I brought the doctor, 
and I learned for the first time, what others knew, that she had been really suffering from cancer all 
the time and that recovery was impossible, though the inevitable end might possibly be averted for a 
time. It was a horrible blow to me. I hunted up a nurse and was in constant attendance on her myself 
till the end came—nine days after 

On Sunday, Monday and Tuesday she continued to improve, and my heart grew lighter and more 
cheerful. Then she began to grow worse and went step by step down, down into the Valley of the 

I will pass on rapidly to the closing scenes. But I must note first the following 

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traits of my mother's behavior: An utter and complete forgetfulness of self, unfailing love and 
charity to all, serene cheerfulness and even gaiety, exerting herself always to cheer me with bright 
and loving smiles and consoling, hopeful words. This, of course, only while she was able. At night 

she always grew delirious, of which, more anon. 

I am sorry to give you painful details, and I only do so where it is necessary for my ultimate 
purpose. But I am compelled to give you some details of closing scenes. 

The night but one before she died was the most horrible night I ever spent. As usual, in such 
wasting diseases, the waste of the body, after devastating the muscular system, attacks the nervous 
system. When this stage is reached the patient enters on a period of horrible unrest and weariness, 
passionately longing for rest and incessantly and vainly seeking it by a change of position. Every 
night, in the delirium of her illness, she felt something of this weariness and would, at the close of 
the day, call on me, in the old familiar words, "Willie, do take me upstairs; do take me." On this 
particular night, similar cries rang in my ears the whole horrible night long--" Willie, do take me," 
"Do let me go," "Why don't you let me go?" The words pierced my heart. I knew that the rest she 
sought could only come in death, and my heart was hot in angry rebellion. I could not let her go. 
Fate was too much for me. But it was an unspeakable cruel fate, and every faculty in me rose in 
passionate protest and resentment. I changed her position again and again, adjusted and smoothed 
her pillow, and for a few brief moments she would lie quiet. Then again the old, incessant, heart- 
piercing cries, "Willie, do let me go," "Do take me," "Why don't you let me go?" And so, again and 
again, through the whole length of the horrible night. 

Next day she was quieter. The doctor said it was only a question of hours. In the afternoon she 
seemed utterly exhausted and for a time we thought she was dying. My father, Mrs. D. (the nurse) 
and I stood looking on in momentary expectation of the end. I was quite tired out, heart and body, 
sullen and resentful. It was of a piece with the whole horrible thing that she should die thus, without 
any sign or leave taking. But it was not to be so and she revived again. About seven o'clock that 
night I was alone with her. She was unconscious. I kneeled at her bedside, my face down on the 
bed. My brain felt scorched and the whole thing a horrible nightmare. It was no longer my mother 
lying there but a ghastly automaton, I myself an automaton, both alike driven in a vast world 
machine, remorseless, brainless and heartless, crushing all before it. Later on, my father, coming 
upstairs, must have been alarmed about me and compelled me to go an errand, which he declared 
absolutely necessary. I think it probable that my going out for a short time saved my reason. Late at 
night my father drove me to bed. I refused. I could not go, or lose any of the precious time now left 
me with my mother, but I agreed ultimately to go for two hours at most, if he would rouse me 
sooner in case of change. Very reluctantly I went, but I was quite spent and I slept soundly till six, 
my father letting me sleep on. I at once hastened to the room and stayed there till the end, about one 

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My mother was apparently the same, but weaker She welcomed me with the sweet old smile, and 
responded always, as before, with loving kisses to mine. She was quite conscious but too weak to 
speak. The morning dragged on till noon, when I heard Mr T in the kitchen with my father I asked 
her if she would like him to come up, and she nodded a pleased expression of her wish. He came 
and prayed at her bedside, my mother following it all with full appreciation, her head supported by 
my arm, shaking with the extreme palsy of coming death. She tried to express her thanks and 
followed him with grateful eyes as he left the room. Later, about one o'clock, my father and the 
nurse went downstairs. Mrs. D. remained, but I asked her to go, too, and leave me alone with my 
mother. I then asked mother if she would like me to pray with her. I had never done so, but I fancied 
that she wished it, and she assented with evident satisfaction. Standing at the foot of the bed I 
prayed briefly to God, our Father, to mercifully release my mother from her suffering and take her 
to Himself and guide and help me in the lonely path that lay before me. I then turned away a minute 
or two to the window. Looking around, I saw instantly that the last change had come. I hastened to 

moisten her lips, but her tongue was rigid. I went to the top of the stair and called to my father He 
hastened up and was just in time to catch the last futile attempt at breath. In an access of strong 
emotion I cried out: "Thanks be to God, that giveth us the victory," and it seemed to my excited 
fancy that my mother's spirit nodded assent. It seemed to me for the moment that I stood in the very 
presence of the Infinite Love and felt it through my being. 

I went downstairs and told Mrs. D. and the nurse that all was over, and they went upstairs to render 
the last sad offices. I came into this room (the room in which this paper was read) and gave myself 
up to a long, heavy fit of sobbing—sobbing, however, no longer of grief, but of great relief, 
recognition of the mighty comfort that had come into my heart and of resigned and loving farewell. 

During the days that followed and until after the funeral I felt a great calm and peace of mind and 
heart, a peace of mind which I venture to say was no other than "the peace of God that passeth all 
understanding." It passed away, but the memory of it remained. Grief and the sense of irrecoverable 
loss had their natural course, and I spent many weeks of sleeplessness and tears. 

I have no hope that my words will convey more than a poor fraction of the real facts. At best I can 
only sketch these in rudest outline. But I will ask you to consider a few of the most prominent in the 
narrative I have given you. 

Remember what I have said of the spiritual questionings of many years and their results. Consider 
how my mother's long and frightful suffering revealed and strengthened as nothing else could, not 
only the sweet and lovable qualities of her heart and mind and the strength of the hope and faith 
which sustained her through it all, but also the length and breadth and depth of her wonderful self- 
sacrificing love for me, which grew only stronger, deeper and more tender as she advanced further 
into the shadow of our inevitable parting. And when the last stroke fell upon her and she was 
confined to her bed never 

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to rise again, think how grateful and sweet to me were those days of slight improvement, when I 
was privileged to attend her constantly and show her, as I never could before, the reality and depth 
of my responding love and receive her entire forgiveness for all the thoughtlessness and 
wrongdoing of the past and her heartfelt blessing. And hastening on to the closing scene: Think of 
the horrible night, when her incessant cries rang out to me to "let her go," and I knew that it meant 
let her go to the last rest of death, and my heart stood out in passionate resentment and protest 
against a cruel and merciless fate. Think of that scene next day, when her strength seemed gone and 
we watched for the end and I felt, with sullen resentment, that it was only of a piece with all the rest 
that she should die thus, without any sign or leave taking, in the presence of comparative aliens, not 
of her own household, while I, her son, born of her body, bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh, 
the one person whom she loved with all the mighty love of her great heart, stood as an outsider 
beyond her consciousness. Think of the hour that evening when, with scorched brain, I felt through 
and through my being the dreadful significance of the materialistic creed, that we were mere 
automatic parts of a vast machine, brainless, heartless, merciless and cruel. Think of the providence 
by which restoring and healing sleep was granted me to make me capable of a truer vision. Think of 
the tender grace of our next morning's communion, my mother's full consciousness and the sweet 
tokens of her undying love. Think of the providence which led Mr T. to come within an hour of the 
end and offer up solemn prayer, in which my mother could join with full appreciation in company 
with my father and myself Think of the fitness of the arrangement by which, at the last moment, 
my mother and I were left alone, as she would have wished. Think of the divine training by which 
my rebellious heart was bowed into acquiescence and resignation. Think of the course by which my 
antagonism and scepticism were laid low, and I was led, with my mother's pleased concurrence, at 

last to "let her go" and to call audibly on the Divine Father of all to take her to Himself. And think 
how immediately the prayer was answered and God revealed himself to me and I felt through all my 
being, in the moment of her death, the presence of the Infinite Love, the Divine Comforter, soothing 
me with a strange and ineffable peace. 

Human words are poor instruments for the expression of such realities. But beyond the touch of all 
possible argument, despite the apparent experiences of my life since and my backslidings, I knew 
that a divine providence was at work in my hour of utmost need summing up the long gropings and 
processes of the past, and despite all earthly darknesses and sin illumining all my future course with 
an infinite hope. 

I no longer trouble myself with the difficulties raised by metaphysics and philosophy about the 
personality of God, for, however that may be, I know that there is that in Him to which I may 
address myself as to a loving friend and father I no longer trouble myself with the discussions 
about God's providence and the contrary evidences of life and experiences, for I have seen His 
providence visibly at work, summing up in a crowning experience the processes of long years, in 
events which were entirely natural in their order and course, 

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but were also visibly supernatural and miraculous, too. I no longer trouble myself with doubts about 
God's love, and the contrary evidences furnished by the world's sin and endless miseries, for in the 
midst of the heaviest grief of my own life I have seen an ineffable tenderness and love revealed, 
which crowned and justified the sufferings which preceded it, and illumined much that lay dark and 
mysterious in the past. However this poor outline may strike you, I know that the actual facts were 
more fit and beautiful than any earthly poet could have conceived in his most gracious and tender 
mood. I no longer trouble myself with the current discussions about immortality, for I know that my 
mother is secure and that all is well with her, for, unworthy as I am, I have myself seen the ineffable 
glory of the love which received her when she was taken from me. 


a. J. W. W.'s narrative makes it quite clear that he had the earnestness of mind and desire for 
spiritual growth which, as we have seen, seem to be prerequisites to illumination. 

b. His age, upon the occurrence of this last, was thirty-one and a half years. 

c. There was no experience of subjective light. 

d. Intellectual illumination was well marked. 

e. And moral exaltation still more so. 

f Although he does not give details (perhaps could not do so), it is clear that he experienced 
something very near akin to the. Cosmic vision, if he did not even see the Brahmic Splendor itself 

g. The "peace and knowledge" spoken of by Whitman and referred to by all the cases as one of the 
chief results of the attainment of Nirvana—the Cosmic Sense—came to J. W. W. un. mistakably, 

h. The strict parallelism of this case with all the others given will be recognized by every careful 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Case of J. William Lloyd, in His Own Words. 

You ask for a brief statement of my life and spiritual evolution. I was born in Westfield, N. J., June 
4, 1857. My parents were English, and had had but a few months' schooling apiece. My father was a 
carpenter, my mother a 

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seamstress. My mother was a woman of broad, gentle nature, spiritual, poetic, a great reader. My 
father was an intense abolitionist. My schooling was scant, at a district school. We lived near a great 
wood. I cared not much for other children, but spent my time with books and the trees. I loved the 
trees like conscious friends. 

The disagreeable side of religion was never shown me. I talked with God when an infant as 
naturally as with my mother. Some old book on philosophy (I do not know its name) fell into my 
hands, and I commenced to think to the core. I read the Bible, commentaries, a book on "All 
Religions." At thirteen I was atheist, then turned quickly, experienced conversion, and, as I read, 
became Calvinist, Arminian, Swedenborgian. At fifteen I was apprenticed to a carpenter, but work 
failed in 1873, and I became a gardener. At seventeen I was a leader in prayer-meetings, an 
exhorter, a disputant with ministers on points of orthodoxy. At eighteen I went to Trail's Hygienic 
College at Florence, N. J., as a working student. All radical questions met me here, and the woman 
who became my wife. Trail died, the college failed, I went to Kansas as a pioneer, was a herder, a 
homesteader, married in 1879, acted as hygienic physician for my neighbors, read the Boston 
"Index" and Theodore Parker, and became a member of the Free Religious Association. Three years' 
drouth drove me from Kansas to a sanitarium in Vinton, Iowa, where I was assistant. Became 
agnostic. Read IngersoU and the scientists. Joined a hygienic colony in Tennessee in January, 1883. 
Again a pioneer in the woods. Accepted Karl Heingen's Democracy, and grew more confirmed in 
writing poems, which I had first commenced just before going to Kansas. Accepted free-love, which 
I had fought for years. Colony failed, and I went to another similar one in Florida, Many 
spiritualists here. Read Tucker's "Liberty" and became an enthusiastic anarchist. Orange grower, 
farm laborer and pioneer. Colony and work failed, and went to Palatka. Poultry farmer. Wife died in 
September, 1888, after nearly a decade of most happy married life. Came North to old home, with 
two little children, and became a professional nurse. Here found more books, and read the poets- 
Emerson, Whitman, Thoreau, Spencer, Darwin, Carpenter, William Morris. I loved the 
Transcendentalists, but did not understand them very well. I lived mostly in poetry and sociologic 

As to my illumination: I was going to New York City one morning in January, 1897, on a train, to 
do some hospital work. I was reading Carpenter It was a beautiful winter morning. I think I was 
near the Bay Bridge, or on it, when the Thought came. There was no particular sensation, except 
that something beautiful and great seemed to have happened me, which I could only describe in 
terms of light. Yet it was purely mental. But everything looked different to me. I went about the city 

that day calm, but glad and uplifted. The thing I remember most was a wonder how soon the 
sensation, or impression, would leave me. I was latently sceptical, and thought it a temporary 
inspiration, like that of a poem. But days, weeks, months, passed, and I found the shoot which had 
broken ground that winter morning was ever growing, strengthening and changing all the scenery of 
my life. I continually questioned and tested, and at last, after a year's trial, began to write. All the 
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of the book was written at night, while I nursed and guarded a lunatic boy, whose yells, laughs, 
curses and filthy jests made the room ring as I wrote. Yet I wrote easily, swiftly, without any 
conscious cerebration, and with a sort of wonder at the words I wrote, as if they had no connection 
with me. Part of the book was written in the following summer, when at home, part of it in the 
winter of 1899-1900, while getting ready for the press, but always with the same sensations of ease 
and inspiration. And still, when I read the book, it seemed to me something apart, in whose 
construction I had had no hand. As to how I felt when I received the Thought, you have yourself 
most accurately described the symptoms on pages 10 and 11 of your pamphlet: "With the 
intellectual illumination comes an indescribable moral elevation, an intense and exalted joyfulness, 
and, along with this, a sense of immortality; not merely a belief in a future life—that would be a 
small matter—but a consciousness that the life now being lived is eternal, death being seen as a 
trivial incident which does not affect its continuity. Further, there are annihilation of the sense of sin 
and an intellectual competency not simply surpassing the old, but on a new and higher plane." Also 
many of the marks of Arahatship, as taught by Buddha, describe accurately the feeling. 

What proves J. William Lloyd to be a case of Cosmic Consciousness is not so much the above 
account of himself (although that could hardly have been written without some such an experience 
as illumination) as the volume [110a] which he produced after the occurrence in question. This 
volume, which contains overwhelming evidence of the fact, is easily accessible and will doubtless 
be read by every person who feels an interest in the subject. 

The oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness in this case was very similar to the same fact in the case of 
Edward Carpenter There was a clearly-marked moment when the light began to break through, but 
illumination came gradually. There was no subjective light. There was well-marked intellectual 
illumination and moral elevation, but the Cosmic vision, the Brahmic Splendor, of the great cases 
does not appear to have been present. If not, this cannot be said to be a complete case, and still J. 
William Lloyd's book shows a most excellent insight into the cosmic order It must be remembered 
that illumination that comes gradually may be as complete as that which comes instantly. Why there 
should be such difference in the awakening in different cases cannot at present be explained. 

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As far as our facts will carry us it would appear that the cases in which the Cosmic Sense makes its 
appearance full grown, instantly and, as it were, in a flash, are those in which there is marked 
subjective light— such cases as that of Dante, Yepes, Paul, Pascal and others. When, on the contrary, 
the new sense comes more gradually there may be no subjective light, as in the cases of Carpenter 
and Lloyd. It seems tolerably certain that with illumination there occurs actual, physical, molecular 
rearrangement somewhere in the cerebral centres and that it is this molecular rearrangement which, 
when considerable and sudden, gives rise to the phenomenon of the subjective light. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Horace Traubel. 

WAS born December 19, 1858, and was therefore in his thirty-first year at time of his first 
illumination. His experience is here given in his own words. It is all of it full of interest, but perhaps 
the most significant thing about it is the manner the intelligence of it was received by Walt 
Whitman, whose matter of fact, simple words, "I knew it would come to you," carry a depth of 
meaning quite out of the common. H. T. tells the story of his awakening in this colloquial and direct 
way, in answer to the inquiries of the editor: 

You are quite familiar with the path of my spiritual development—with the course taken by my 
mental self in arriving at its present state. You know I have come to my own, whatever that may be, 
mostly by immediate contact with experience rather than through books, though I have read in 
books of the most miscellaneous character and at one period in appalling numbers. But, somehow, 
the scholar in me never seems to have obscured the man. I suppose my intenser early reading was in 
Emerson, Carlyle, Hugo and whatever else I could get hold of having to do with the world of myth 
and the ante-Christian Scriptures of the race. I do not seem to have known a time when I have not 
read "Leaves of Grass." But previous to May, 1889, 1 do not seem to have got that (in a sense) final 
grasp of its mystery which now imparts to it its primary and supernatural significance. May, 1889. 
Then, again, two years later, 1891. A third time, 1893 or 4, on the historic night (historic to me). 

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when circumstance made me the spokesman of the dissentient group of Ethicist in Philadelphia, on 
the occasion of the split of the Ethical Society there. May, 1889. That overwhelming night, as I 
leaned over the railing of the ferryboat, lost this world for another, and in the anguish and joy of a 
few minutes saw things heretofore withheld from me revealed. Those who have had such an 
encounter will understand what this means, others will not, or will perhaps only realize it by 
intimation. I could not separate the physical and spiritual of that moment. My physical body went 
through the experience of a disappearance in spiritual light. All severe lines in the front of 
phenomena relaxed. I was one with God, Love, the Universe, arrived at last face to face with 
myself I was sensible of peculiar moral and mental disturbances and readjustments. There was an 
immediateness to it all—an indissoluble unity of the several energies of my being in one force. I was 
no more boating it on a river than winging it in space or taking star leaps, a traveler from one to 
another on the peopled orbs. While I stood there the boat had got into the slip and was almost ready 
to go out again. A deckhand who knew me came up and tapped me on the shoulder "Don't you 
intend going off the boat?" he asked. And he added when I faced him and said "Yes:" "You look 
wonderfully well and happy to-night, Mr Traubel." I did not see Walt till the next day, evening. In 
the meantime I had lived through twenty-four hours of ecstasy mixed with some doubts as to 
whether I had not had a crack in the skull and gone mad rather than fallen under some light and 
made a discovery. But the first words Walt addressed to me when I sallied into his room were 
reassuring: "Horace, you have the look of great happiness on your face to-night. Have you had a run 
of good luck?" I sat down and tried in a few words to indicate that I had had a run of good luck, 
though not perhaps the good luck he had in mind for me at the moment. He did not seem at all 
surprised at what I told him, merely remarking, as he put his hand on my shoulder and looked into 
my eyes: "I knew it would come to you." I suggested: "I have been wondering all day if I am not 
crazy." He laughed gravely: "No, sane. Now at last you are sane." 

It was a month before the immediate effect of this experience wore off The reflex effect was of 

course fixed. I can say now (writing 1901) that fi'om that day to this I have never known one 
moment of despair concerning my spiritual relations to man and the universe. I have my earth 
troubles and my earth foibles. But the essential faith is adamantine. I have never had any suspicion 
of immortality. The glimpse of that minute—and of the repeated experiences on the two after 
occasions mentioned above—into the eternal law left no blot or qualification. I had often said before, 
in speaking of Whitman (making in a way a true guess): "Whitman's notion of immortality is not 
one of logic but is pictorial. He does not believe in immortality. He sees it." Many times Whitman 
had said to me regarding that explanation: "It is every word true. You hit the nail on the head." Now 
I knew better than I had before— not only better but in a way I could not have known before— what I 
myself meant when I used the expression: "Whitman sees." I see around and through phenomena. 
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able to do my work as never before. It has brought me friends and the cheer of sympathetic 
greetings from all parts of the world. One feature of my writing I ought to mention. I think I told 
you long ago that I become in effect automatic when I am engaged in any serious composition. I do 
not seem to write. The writing seems done through me. I take up my pen and hardly know what I 
write. After I have written I am often surprised at the things I have said. They are as new to me as to 
any reader All the writing which has brought me any returns— congratulations— has been done in 
that mood. 

On the night of the Ethical split I was in a position which forced me to be the main spokesman of 
the party of freedom. I made a speech upon which my enemies even more than my friends 
congratulated me. Yet when I got on my feet on the floor and plunged into talk I was instantly 
immersed in the strange light which had visited me on the first experience and simply uttered 
without thought or reason, formally speaking, the words of the mightier power that possessed me. I 
have found since that on occasions of crisis I have merely to throw myself back again on this 
resource to discover that every strength— spiritually speaking— it imparted once it imparts again. In 
my very busy life, which has its temporal distresses, this is more than a balance in bank and 
contributes more than any ephemera of material prosperity could towards my victories: in fact is the 
first and last letter of my power. When the little affairs of every day seem most mixed up, most to 
be past solution, I am sure finally to make my escape by the avenue of these ameliorating 
revelations. Not once has the spirit deserted me— not once has the light, in some degree of its 
radiance, not always of course in full power, failed to appear. The difference it makes in one's life is 
the difference between preparation and consummation. On the occasion of my second experience 
(April, 1891), which was not outwardly momentous, I found that my initial self suspicion— my 
question. Am I unbuilt or built?— did not reappear. 

If you take my verse "Illumination" [and a great deal of H. T.'s verse and prose written since that 
year], and try to get it statistically languaged, you will find that I have expressed a series of 
experiences of profound significance to all who have been similarly blessed. I find that my 
members are no longer at war with each other When I was a youngster I read my way vigorously 
and sympathetically back especially into Oriental literature of the religious class blazed a path for 
the spirit. After 1889 (a hiatus in such reading having intervened) I found myself driven into that 
old world again, to review these my original impressions. The new light had made my voyage easier 
and more richly endowed its fruits. Once I felt that religions were all of them religions of despair: 
now I saw that no religion despairs— that all religion before it becomes and as soon as it ceases to be 
an affair of institutions resolves itself essentially into light and immortality. 

I should perhaps say that it has invariably happened that someone— and sometimes many persons- 
have commented to me, and felicitated me, upon my appearance, upon the occasions of my direct 

contact with what I have grown to call my subliminal self. This may mean much or nothing. But no 
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live through what I do at such periods and not in some way outwardly give it witness. 

You have said to me: "State this thing in plain prose." But how can I? I could never state it in the 
prose that would be understood by one who has not shared my sensations. I could never state it in 
words which would not make it, if you please, prose to those who can enter collaterally into the 
channels of its august revelation. After asking you: How can I? I have shown you how I could. 

Some things I have said may seem to savor of egotism. But they are simply candid. I am not 
measuring myself as a genius or an idiot, but as a simple third person whose word and career must 
be to himself absolute law. I have written you this memorandum impulsively, with no attempt to 
dress it up, if, indeed, until now it is done, and now I have read it, with any actual understanding of 
what my pen would commit me to or confess. 

The following poem was written by Horace Traubel shortly after his illumination and of course 
strictly belongs here: 

The nights, the days, hold me in thrall, 
Toils of men and women drag my faith to the earth- 
Furrowed with pain, the casual cares, 
I long~I look~I reach forth to life. 

Release! Escape! 
Shall I speak of the door swung wide, of the unbarred gates? 

After the vigil I step across the border-line, 
I take my place with the pioneers. 

Have I met the hour patiently, without fear, at the portal? 
Now is my name called, now the lip of my love has spoken: 
Do I mistake you, O divine Signaler? is it after all some other soul that is hailed? 
My self is my answer: 

There's that in my heart responds, meeting the call with equal voice, establishing forever the 
unspeakable bond! 

Bond that does not bind—bond that frees— bond that discovers and bestows. 

Look! I am flushed with inexhaustible possessions! 
The old measures vanish, I am expanded to infinite sweep. 

O world! Not dead to you— only seeing you, knowing you, at last. 
Mixed with countless worlds, knowing with you your companions also: 

O year! Not dead to you— only seeing you, knowing you, at last. 
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O world! Oyear! — 

Before birth seeing birth, after life seeing life! 

The infinite blue, heaven's fond eye, opens upon me. 

voice, mastering me, making me too master— 
My ear is close, I hear the syllables fall. 

Waves on shores of the farther worlds, waves on shores of the day. 

The clouds part: O face~0 face~0 face!-- 

Face smiling upon me~smiling me wings, buoyant beyond the discarded cheapened present. 

(You, too, O present, still remaining. 
Duly visiting my heart, not forbidden. 
Yet yielding the place supreme). 

1 am all eye~0 God! you are all speech: 

Melody celestial—sight and voice, color and tone, warring no more. 
In the boundless blue uplifted. 

Whose hand touches me? —my brow—my breast— my own unasking hand- 
Leading me out of self to self? 

Divine form— mother, father— sex only now standing revealed, the union irreversible: 
Divine form, I made whole in you. 
The elements diverse here blended. 

This minute grown infinite, the far worlds spread before me. 

The endless drift of soul, the long stretch of faces, all lit by the divine sun— 

Or swift or slow or early or late the line not anywhere broken. 

All— all— equally sustained, swept in the same destiny, on sea and land of life. 

The peak lit for all, the triumph inevitable. 

O my soul! look yet again: 

There too are you, a figure in the panorama. 

On your brow the dawn has set its beauteous beam. 

Here with me— there not with me. 

Death fills me with its abundance. 
What is this flood, overcoming body and sense? 

I feel the walls of my skull crack, the barriers part, the sun-flood enter- 
Love, lore, not lost, only magnified, floating eternal seas of essence— 

Before and behind births and deaths, spiritual gravitation, the emergence ever-more expanding, [p. 

O soul, have I lost you or found you? 
Found! the faultless circle born at last to you. 
After the waiting years. 

Far eras behind, far eras ahead, the simple few years I finger. 
Shafts from the central sun. 
Speeding for fuller fruition the orbs of space. 

Back to the first word of speech. 

On to the last utterance of seers, 

My soul, knowing its own, wrapt in its protean habit, catches the perfect song. 

God! I am circled—I am drunk with the influx of life- 
Wheeled in your orbit—given the word I would speak yet must withhold— 
Leaving you, O my brother, each one, to say it for yourself 

Brothers, worlds, I greet you! 
The wheel turns, the boundless prospect opens: 
All, all complicate— the light bearing limitlessly the burdens of all. 
Do you think that you are missed, that the large heart beats not for you? 
That somewhere on the road you must faint and die? 
Strength will be given for all your need. 
And the weakest, when the night comes which is the day. 
Will greet the king, a giant in stature and grace. 

Now the immortal years, the ceaseless round realized— 
The doubts shorn of wing and foot. 
The farthest league nearest, and the multiplied infinities choking here in my breast. 

O my questioner! you do not suspect me— you suspect yourself 
To-morrow, seeing yourself, you will see me, 
And the illumined spirit, passing the portal, 
God-grown, will hail me proudly [60a:40]. 

Had we no other writings by this man, these lines alone to all who can understand them— and they 
are as clear as day from the point of view of this volume— would be proof of illumination. But we 
have much else. A series of writings in prose and verse extending over the last ten years gives us 
more evidence than is needed. 

Then there is something else to say. Horace Traubel (as he intimates himself in his own words, 
above) belongs with Blake, Yepes, Behmen, Swedenborg and others, in the class of what may 

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be called automatic writers. These men give their inspiration free way— they drop the reins on his 
neck and let the horse go. What they write under the divine impulse, for those who can follow their 
thought, is divine, but to those who can not, is, as Paul says, juit in this connection, "foolishness." 

Perhaps all these men write automatically, but, in the case of some of them, the expression as it 
flows from the Cosmic Sense, or as afterwards modified by the self conscious intellect, is more 
intelligible to the "natural man" than in the case of others. In not one of them does the meaning lie 
on the surface— they all call for and demand long continued and thoughtful reading. Whitman and 
Paul are just as unintelligible as Behmen or Swedenborg, until the right point of view is reached, 
although Whitman (for his part) wrought his whole life, "returning upon (his) poems, lingering 
long," in order to render them absorbable by the race. 

Horace Traubel has not escaped the curse of his tribe— unintelligibility. But in spite of it he has 
produced his effect. And this is the strangest thing of all— that it should be possible for a man to 
speak or write what cannot be understood, but to do it in such a divine way that his words shall be 
revered and remembered through the ages. The "Shakespeare" Sonnets have never been understood, 
and are yet accepted for what they really are— a revelation. 

Horace Traubel has many readers who understand him, and even those who do not comprehend him 
fully are impressed by his personality, through which streams unmistakably the divine light. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


The Case of Paul Tyner, in His Own Words. 

I WAS bom March 7, 1860, about midnight, in the city of Cork, Ireland. My mother being Irish, of 
an old family, the Sarfields, one of whom is celebrated by Macaulay in his account of the conflict in 
Ireland between the Stuart forces and those under William of Orange. My father was the 

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in Ireland of an important London publishing house. He used to say that one of his ancestors fought 
under William of Orange, and I believe came over with him from Holland. 

I was brought to America at the age of four, educated in the public schools of Albany, N. Y, 
afterwards taking the law course in Columbia College, New York City, but exchanging law for 
journalism at the age of twenty, when I joined the staff of the New York "World," in which service I 
remained about eight years, uninterruptedly. In 1887 I went to Central America, to engage in silver 
mining, exploration and travel. After a year in Honduras, I went to Costa Rica, where I edited and 
published a daily paper, called "El Comercio," in English and Spanish, for about six months, when I 
returned to New York and re-engaged in journalistic work there, as editorial writer on the staff of 
the New York "Press." 

The bent of my mind in the direction of mysticism, which has so largely influenced my later work, 
probably had its beginnings during a year's retire, ment in the Shaker community, at Mt. Lebanon, 
N. Y (1891-2). This experience was followed by a special course of study in social economics and 
history with Professor Richard T. Ely, of the University of Wisconsin. In the early morning of the 
11th of May, 1895, came the crowning experience of my life. On the evening of that day I set down 
in my diary an exact and full account of the whole episode, as then seen by me. This memorandum I 
here transcribe: 

"With this day's dawn come the great revelation and the great charge. 'Crowned with thorns' was the 
waking thought; then buffeted and spat upon, mocked, insulted, scourged and in the pillory, 'a man 
of sorrow and acquainted with grief,' nailed to the cross, pierced in the side, utterly 'despised and 
rejected of men,' killed as a malefactor, buried; and then the great thought—the truth which maketh 
free; the absolute demonstration of man's mastery of fate and command of all conditions—the 
victory of man— all men in this racial man, this elder brother of mankind in his triumph over sin, 
fear and death! 

"But one thing had remained in my mind as necessary to prove to the mass of men to-day man's 
absolute supremacy over death in all its forms as an at tribute of his oneness with God, with Eternal 

Life, Perfect Love, Perfect Justice, Omniscience and Omnipotence, the visible appearance of a man 
who living longer than the recorded years of any man who had seen death still lived in the flesh 
without shadow of change or decay. And I said to myself, this would be worth waiting and watching 
and working a thousand years for! Yet I wished the greater emancipation were not so far off And 
lo! in the dawning of this day I know—know absolutely as a fact—a truth nothing can destroy, that 
the man who triumphed ever death on Calvary nearly two thousand years ago lives— lives on earth 
in a body of flesh made perfect, a man among men, sharing our struggles and sorrows, our joys and 
griefs, working with us heart to heart and shoulder to shoulder— inspiring, guiding, leading, 
supporting, as may be, in every human advance. 

"The glory of this truth, the grandeur of this character, the supreme nobility, patience, wisdom and 
love of this life, thrilled me with ecstasy and awe 

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unspeakable— filled me, possessed me. He lives, not in some distant heaven on a great white throne, 
but here and now; is not coming, but is here with us, loving, helping, living, cheering and inspiring 
the race to which he belongs, as wholly and as truly as the race belongs to him. Now, indeed, it is 
plain, that being lifted up he shall lift all men with him— has lifted, is lifting and must ever continue 
to lift out of the very essence of his transcendent humanity. Immortality is no longer an hypothesis 
of the theologian, a figment of the imagination, a dream of the poet. Men shall live forever, because 
man, invincible to all effects of time and change, and even of murderous violence, lives to-day in 
the fullness of life and power that he enjoyed in his thirty-third year, with only added glory of 
goodness and greatness and beauty— although the world counts 1895 years since his last birth upon 
this earth. 

"This is the truth given age upon age to all men in all lands, and persistently misunderstood— the 
truth at last to be seen of all men in its fullness and purity. Man is to know himself, and with full 
command of his conditions and unlimited time for action, is not only to soar toward, but absolutely 
attain to heights of being and of beauty hitherto undreamed of, and bringing fairly within his 
realization a heaven on earth, in true grandeur and happiness as far transcending the heaven of the 
orthodox Christian as that heaven transcends the heaven of the savage. 

"This is the fact I am given to know; the proof must come in good time. My mission is to bear 
witness to it— to be the voice crying in the wilderness, 'Prepare ye the way of the Lord! make 
straight his paths.' 

"And in the light of this truth I live anew; I rise up vitalized and energized in every nerve and fibre. 
Soul and body, no longer strained apart, are linked and glorified. I will be worthy of the great 
charge of Truth Bearer to my kind, and will manifest in my body, in my thought and words, my life 
and actions, the truth that has become part of me— the truth of man's oneness with eternal life. . . . 

"With these thoughts filling me and dissolving me in happy tears, I sprang from my bed about five 
o'clock and walked up and down the room in a fervor of adoration and love, for what love is like 
unto this man's? All this time the atmosphere of the room was vibrant with an intense white light. 
The presence which had been revealed in the first waking moments seemed now diffused and 
continuing through the universe. After bathing and dressing I went out for an early walk. The 
morning was chilly, cloudy, raw and gusty, but the sweet-scented, light-filled air, full of vivid, 
tender green of spring and vibrant with life, seemed to share my sensation of joy and uplift." 

I may add, that my mind, being naturally analytical, I have been able to trace as distinct factors in 
the mental evolution here indicated, first (and perhaps most of all), Wagner's "Lohengrin" and 
"Parsifal"; second, "The Venus of Milo"; third, Munkacsy's "Christ Before Pilate"; all of them, 
however, blended, expanded and illumined by the grand soul of Walt Whitman. 

In reply to your question: I do not know whether any change in my physical appearance followed 
what may be called my illumination and would 

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rather some one else would speak of that. I have been told, however, that my face was that of one 
aflame, and that is distinctly my own feeling as to the change physically. There is a consciousness 
of a steady glow which is light and warmth in all my being. It is certain that ever since that morning 
I have had a larger and surer hold on life and have been able to work with clearer and more active 
brain and body. 

Being asked to explain more fully the continuous life of Christ on earth in a human body, Paul 
Tyner answered as follows: 

In asserting the continued existence on earth of the man Jesus, in the body of flesh and blood, it is 
by no means intended to deny the law demonstrated throughout the universe in all forms of life, 
simple or complex, of the passage from birth to maturity, and maturity to decay, so far as outer form 
is concerned. What this continued existence of Jesus in a body of flesh and blood means is 
dominion and control over the law of construction, destruction and reconstruction going on in all 
forms, its deliberate and conscious direction at all times. As a matter of fact, flexibility is the very 
essence of form, and this is especially true in regard to the human form. The spirit, which is the man 
himself, formless and unsubstantial, is continually building and rebuilding, calling to himself out of 
the universal ocean of matter and force all the elements he needs, and rejecting and expelling that 
which he has used, when it no longer serves his purpose, or when he has taken from it all that he 

In the true sense, there is no such thing as disembodied spirit. Spirit must embody itself for 
manifestation and expression. Jesus, having attained to spiritual self consciousness, deliberately and 
consciously chose and chooses his embodiment, molding it from day to day, into greater and greater 
responsiveness to his will—in his case the Cosmic will, the will of the Father He is able to pass 
through closed doors and stone walls in this body, because of his power to change its vibrations. 
That is to say, he passes through stone walls, as ethers or gases pass through substances of lower 
vibrations or greater density. The component elements of his body, while governed to some extent 
by normal human anatomical structure and organization, is in what might be called a state of flux. 
The old Greeks considered the universe in a state of flux, as indeed it is. 

Fully aware, as I am, of the difficulties in the way of describing a phenomenon, not merely 
unfamiliar, but unthinkable by most men, I can only ask the reader who desires a keener 
comprehension of what is meant by this "immortalization of the flesh," to imagine by way of 
analogy, and yet an analogy conveying a very close approximate to the actuality—to imagine an 
architect who has planned a very beautiful and perfect dwelling, whose mind holds the plan very 
distinctly and completely, and who is himself a master builder, with unlimited command of the 
materials needed to embody his plan, and unerring knowledge of the best method of building. 
Imagine, further, that this architect, standing in the midst of the dwelling he has planned and built, 
should find that the materials he used, by some chance, or rather law, burned up every 

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night without, however, burning him, or in the least injuring his powers. Remember that the plan 
remains intact. Remember that the builder's skill is not consumed; that his command of material, 
sufficient to his needs and instantaneous in supply, remains with him. What would happen? He 
would reproduce this dwelling as quickly as it was destroyed; in fact, there would be no apparent 
break in the continuity of the dwelling. The only possible changes would be that, with experience 
and growth, the material part of the building would become ever finer and finer, the adjustments of 
its various parts one to another more and more exact. This in a rough way, conveys an idea of what 
is meant by the immortal man in an immortal embodiment. 

No difficulty appears to be found in conceiving of the immortal principle in man embodying itself 
in a succession of bodies, on an ascending or descending scale, any more than we find it difficult to 
conceive of the universal principle of life embodying itself in a variety of forms in an ascending or 
descending scale. And yet, any such process must be considered complex and uncertain, compared 
to the simple and definite processes of the cosmically conscious man consciously and deliberately 
rebuilding, from day to day, that embodiment which best expresses his thought and answers to his 
requirements. In this, as in other things, evolution of forms and of processes are all in the direction 
of increased simplicity—of economy and efficiency in the doing of our work. It is not the personal 
Jesus that is immortalized, or that has the power of immortalizing the flesh, but the Christ principle 
clothed in that personality, embodied in it and using it simply as one of its modes of motion, so to 
speak. The Christ in Jesus, however, came into such fullness and plainness of manifestation that his 
personality is indeed made the Light of the world that lighteth every man that cometh into the 

As regards the appearance of Paul Tyner at the time of illumination, I am informed by H. C. as 
follows: "I am in a position to give a positive statement as to the appearance of Mr. Paul Tyner on 
the morning of the 11th of May, 1895. His color was unaltered, his flesh warm and natural, his 
expression peculiarly sweet and bright. His face had at the time and retained for days afterwards, 
the illuminated look we see at times on the face of the dying, a look of ecstasy, bright, uplifted—it 
was as if lit up with a glow from some unseen source. No lapse of the ordinary faculties, no failure 
of full health, both mental and bodily, but on the contrary apparently superabundant health. His 
day's work (a very large one) was done that day as usual." 

It only remains to quote two short passages from a book written and published before Paul Tyner 
had ever heard of the present editor or his theories: 

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At daybreak of Friday, the 11th of May, 1895, 1 woke into full and absolute knowledge of the great 
fact which to me proves man's immortality here and now, and in the body of flesh we know. I know 
that a man had lived nearly nineteen hundred years, and, knowing only fuller and fuller life with the 
passing of the years, had lived and still lives in the same body in which, in the beginning of that 
period, he walked the earth a man of flesh and blood. This man, in whom humanity came to full 
flower with the conscious manifestation of his oneness with eternal life in the thirty-third year of his 
present incarnation, has really destroyed the last enemy, which is death. 

To-day, in Europe and America, Australia and Africa, India and the isles of the sea, wherever the 
Father is worshiped in spirit and in truth— as in the Judea of Herod the Great— Jesus the Christ, Son 
of God and Son of Man, lives in the midst of us! For this cause came he into the world; that he 
might be a witness to the truth; a living, unimpeachable witness of the truth that shall make us free— 
the truth of man's religion (reunion) with God, through absolute spiritual self consciousness— with 
God— with the Eternal, Omnipotent and Omniscient Source and Fountain of Life, "in whom we live 

and move and have our being," without whom we are not! 

I have said I knew this greatest fact in the history of humanity in a moment; that what before was as 
unknown to me as was the Western continent to Columbus before he sighted land, became in an 
instant a known reality, as much a part of my consciousness as was the air I breathed; a truth as yet 
faintly comprehended in its fullness, but a truth firmly grasped, irrevocable and indestructible; an 
eternal verity written in the letters of fire on my brain and in my heart—and so on the mind and in 
the heart of this age, and of all future ages. 

Opening my eyes on the first rays of morning light illuminating my room, I thought of the oneness 
of Eternal Light and Life in a vague way, when my attention was seemingly diverted by the image 
of a monk's tonsured head; and I thought of the crown of thorns it symbolized. Then the whole 
sublime tragedy of the passion moved vividly and rapidly before my eyes; the scourging, the 
pillory, the cuffs and blows, the jibes and jeers, the mockery and derision of that crowning with 
thorns; the painful progress of Golgotha, hooted by the blind and cruel mob; the torture and 
ignominy of the nailing to the cross, the cry of agony telling that the last dregs of the cup had been 
drained; the shout of victory that proclaimed "It is finished!" I saw then the spear thrust; 

I saw the burial, the sublime temple of the Divine thus laid low, and I saw—the resurrection on the 
third day. 

At this point my mind opened to the great fact, as to a flood of life. He rose from the dead. He never 
died again! He lives! The air in my room seemed to vibrate with a more intense light than was ever 
seen on land or sea. My brain and nerves, my blood and muscles, all my being vibrated in 
sympathetic unison with this light, and in the midst of its shining glory I beheld the Divine Man, the 
Undying Man— beheld him face to face, and knew that it was he in very flesh and bones, as in flesh- 
transcending soul; knew that it was he and not another [187: 4]. 

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"Verily, verily, I say unto you that he that believeth on me hath everlasting life" [John vi, 47]. In 
these words Jesus announced a scientific principle of the utmost importance. Belief is essential to 
the attainment of immortality (in or out of the body). Belief in what? Belief in immortality— a state 
of consciousness of the fact of immortality. Belief in Jesus, in any real sense, is belief in the 
immortality of man. It is a belief in him who is "the way, the truth and the life"— in body and soul 
together; and with belief, a realization of oneness with him [187:97-8]. 

I offer no criticism of the specific belief of Paul Tyner as to "The Living Christ." It is simply a 
question as to how the words are understood. Christ (as Paul named the Cosmic Sense) is of course 
living and will always live. 

From the point of view of this present book Paul Tyner is almost a typical case of Cosmic 

a. The subjective light was well marked. 

b. There was the characteristic moral elevation. 

c. Also the usual intellectual illumination. 

d. The sense of immortality. 

e. The suddenness of the onset, the instantaneousness of the awakening. 

f The previous mental life of the man was such as is likely to lead to illumination. 

g. His age of illumination, thirty-five years and two months. 

h. He attained Cosmic Consciousness in the spring, 11th of May. 

i. There was the characteristic change in appearance upon illumination. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


The Case of C. Y. E., in Her Own Words. 

I WAS born April 21, 1864. I was brought up a member of the Church of England, accepted its 
teaching and loved its services and liturgy. I believed in Christ as God Incarnate—the word made 
flesh. The doctrine of the atonement, taken in the sense of a sacrifice necessary to appease the anger 
of an avenging God, had long been rejected by me. I was married on January 1, 1891. My husband 
possessed an intense and earnest desire for truth. He was 

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an agnostic. Our common ground was a firm conviction that God is Love, that He is also Light and 
that in Him is no darkness at all. Two years after our marriage my husband became an enthusiastic 
and ardent admirer of the writings of Walt Whitman, and here, to my sorrow, I was left behind. I 
tried to read "Leaves of Grass," but could not understand a word of it. I could hear the music of the 
verse, but the language in which it was written was to me an unknown tongue. I recognized that 
there was something, and perhaps something beyond the common, in this man's writing, but 1 was 
simply unable to see what it was. 

In the autumn of 1893 we moved into the country and settled in a little village in Yorkshire. Soon 
afterwards my husband went to Bolton to meet the "Eagle College" men there. He returned home 
delighted with the new comrades he had found, with the hearty love and good fellowship with 
which he had been received, at the indisputable evidence of the powerful magnetism of the man 
Walt Whitman, who could draw together men of all sorts, diverse in country, calling, habits, station, 
indeed in everything but this wonderful sense of comradeship. I became still more mystified. Then 
in September, 1894, a remarkable young Philadelphian, named P. D., who was deeply imbued with 
Whitman's philosophy, visited us. On Monday and again on Tuesday evening P. D., my husband and 
myself had long talks about Whitman and his teaching. On the afternoon of Wednesday I went to 
see a friend, a farmer's wife, and we drove over the harvest fields to take some refreshment to her 
husband who was working with his men. When I was going away she gave me two very beautiful 
Marechal Niel roses. I had always had a passionate love of flowers, but the scent of these and their 
exquisite form and color appealed to me with quite exceptional force and vividness. I left my friend 
and was walking slowly homeward, enjoying the calm beauty of the evening, when I became 
conscious of an unutterable stillness, and simultaneously every object about me became bathed in a 
soft light, clearer and more ethereal than I had ever before seen. Then a voice whispered in my soul: 
"God is all. He is not far away in the heaven; He is here. This grass under your feet is He; this 

bountiful harvest, that blue sky, those roses in your hand—you yourself are all one with Him. All is 
well for ever and ever, for there is no place or time where God is not." Then the earth and air and 
sky thrilled and vibrated to one song, and the burden of it was "Glory to God in the highest and on 
earth, peace, good will toward men." 

On my return home both my husband and his sister remarked a change in my face. An infinite peace 
and joy filled my heart, worldly ambitions and cares died in the light of the glorious truth that was 
revealed to me~all anxiety and trouble about the future had utterly left me, and my life is one long 
song of love and peace. When I wake in the night or rise from my bed in the morning—nay, at all 
hours of the day and night— the song is ever with me, "Glory to God in the highest, on earth, peace, 
good will toward men." 

Now I could read Walt Whitman. Read him! Indeed, it seemed more than reading, for my soul, 
eagerly drinking in his words, was thereby refreshed and invigorated. 

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The effects of this experience on my daily life have been many, chiefly, I think, after the deep 
underlying joy and peace came a faith in the eternal rightness of all things; a ceasing to fret and 
worry over the problem of evil; a desire to live in the open air as much as possible and an ever- 
growing delight in the beauties of nature at all times and seasons of the year; a strong tendency 
towards simplicity of life and deepening sense of the equality and brotherhood of all men. 

a. It will be noticed that the subjective light was well, though not strongly marked in the case. 

b. That moral elevation was a prominent feature. 

c. Intellectual illumination seems to have been present, though we have no conclusive evidence of 

d. The sense of immortality was pronounced. 

e. Fear of death was lost. 

f We are not told in so many words, but it seems plain that there could be no sense of sin in the 
mental condition which accompanied and followed the experience. 

g. The change was sudden, instantaneous. 

h. The previous character of the person's mind would mark her as a likely person to have such an 
experience as this. 

i. She was of the right age— in her thirty-first year. 

j. The present writer cannot speak of any added charm to the personality of Mrs. E., but it seems to 
him we must gather from what we are told that such occurred upon her illumination. 

k. The phenomenon which in the great cases has been called transfiguration was present in 
moderate degree in this. It was noticed by both her husband and her sister 

Only one thing more remains to say. What may be called the mental suspension which seems to be a 
necessary preliminary to illumination was noticed and reported by Mrs. E. "I became conscious of 

an unutterable stillness," and "simultaneously" she was wrapped in the subjective light. It seems 
remarkable that this fact should have been noted by the old Hindoo seers, and it is not surprising 
that it was somewhat misinterpreted by them. It seems that they thought that this mental suspension 
was not only an inevitable accompaniment of illumination but an efficient cause of it. They 
therefore laid down the strictest rules for inducing 

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the mental condition in question in the hope and expectation that, that being secured, illumination 
would follow. So we have such directions as these: "A devotee should constantly devote himself to 
abstraction, remaining in a secret place, alone, with his mind and self restrained, without 
expectation and without belongings" [154: 68]. And again: "That mental condition, in which the 
mind restrained by practice of abstraction, ceases to work" [154: 69]. This was supposed to be the 
mental state out of which Nirvana must arise. It is the state out of which it arises, but it does not 
follow and does not appear that the state of mental suspension has any casual relation to the state of 
illumination or Nirvana. 

This is perhaps as good a place as any for a quotation from Gibbon, which will shed some light on 
the history of opinion on the above point, and will also show how a great student and great man 
may utterly fail to see facts, which, though brought immediately to his notice, are out of accord with 
his preconceptions. He says of the Emperor Cantacuzene [93: 193] that he "defended the divine 
light of Mount Tabor, a memorable question which consummates the religious follies of the Greeks. 
The fakirs of India, and the monks of the Oriental church were alike persuaded that in total 
abstraction of the faculties of the mind and body the purer spirit may ascend to the enjoyment and 
vision of the Deity. The opinion and practice of the monasteries of Mount Athos will be best 
represented in the words of an abbot who flourished in the eleventh century. 'When thou art alone in 
thy cell,' says the ascetic teacher, 'shut thy door, and seat thyself in a corner; raise thy mind above 
all things vain and transitory; recline thy beard and chin on thy breast; turn thy eyes and thy 
thoughts towards the middle of thy belly, the region of the navel, and search the place of the heart, 
the seat of the soul. At first all will be dark and comfortless, but if you persevere day and night you 
will feel an ineffable joy, and no sooner has the soul discovered the place of the heart than it is 
involved in a mystic and ethereal light.' This light, the production of a distempered fancy, the 
creature of 

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an empty stomach and an empty brain, was adored by the Quietists as the pure and perfect essence 
of God himself" 

Gibbon has correctly reported the recommendations of the Indian sages. The truth of the matter 
seems to be as follows: When, without forethought, knowledge or endeavor (as in all the Western 
cases as far as the writer knows) illumination comes spontaneously, it is preceded (for an instant at 
least) by what we may call mental suspension. That fact having been noted by the Eastern adepts, 
who sought to reduce Nirvana to an art, it was supposed that, mental suspension being secured, 
illumination would follow—that the first was, in fact, in some way, the cause of the second. Now it 
seems to the writer certain that where you have a subject on the verge (as it were) of the Cosmic 
Sense it may be possible to induce this by following the directions given in, for instance, the 
Bhagavad Gita, when, nothing being done, illumination would not spontaneously supervene. But 
the Cosmic Sense (though in any case more valuable than all the riches of the earth) when self 
induced, as by such methods as referred to, is less valuable, probably much less valuable—less 
potent and masterful— less creative— than it is in cases in which it bursts forth (as it were) of its own 
strength— self delivered— triumphant. 

It seems certain that the monks of Mount Athos really knew of the state here called "Cosmic 
Consciousness," otherwise how could they have specified, as they did, the subjective light? From 
whence would they have derived the knowledge of it and of the "ineffable joy" which accompanies 
it? Concerning the adoration of the Cosmic Sense as God, perhaps it is so. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 


Case of A. J. S. 

I WAS born on the 24th of January, 1871, in a country village, the seventh of a family of nine. I was 
the youngest of six girls. My father, mother, and all of us children were very musical— the girls 
having fine voices. When I was three or four years old I was taken about to different places to sing, 
and at that 

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age could sing a song through if it were sung to me. When a little older 1 would make believe I was 
a great singer and would spend hours thumping on an old desk of my father's rather than play on the 
organ, because I would hear the sound I made on the latter, which did not always please me, while 
from the other there came no sound to interfere with that created in my own imagination. To this 
day I sometimes wonder whether I did not really hear coming from the old desk the music which 
my fancy created in myself I was always very frail. Much of the time I did not care to play with 
other children, but liked better to listen to this spiritual music which fascinated me. In the end this 
dream was dissipated by the tragic death of my father, and by an accident which happened to 
myself Or did I, perhaps, simply grow out of it? 

The thought of becoming a public singer was constantly held before me by my family and friends, 
and I was sent to a musical school in Boston. It appeared that my voice had all the quality supposed, 
but my frail physique and some results of the accident alluded to stood in my way; yet I would not 
give up. 

I was married early and afterwards worked at my music harder than ever, and my husband felt that 
my heart was so much in singing that it would probably kill me to give it up. Soon, however, I 
broke down entirely as the result of overwork. Everything possible was done for me, but to no avail. 
I failed steadily and was in constant pain from the effect of a fall in childhood by which my spine 
was injured. I took various remedies to make me sleep, but they only brought on excitement and 
delirium. I was sent at last to a sanatorium, took to my bed in a darkened room and refused to see 
any of my friends. For a time my life was despaired of, and I only rallied to plan to take my life 
when I should have an opportunity. 

At last a time came when I had given up all hope and felt there was nothing more for me to live for 
or to look forward to. One day while in this state I was lying quietly in my bed when a great 
calmness seemed to come over me. I fell asleep only to wake a few hours after to find myself in a 
flood of light. I was alarmed. Then I seemed to hear the words, "Peace, be still," over and over 
again. I cannot say it was a voice, but I heard the words plainly and distinctly just as I had heard the 
music coming out of the old desk in my childhood. I put my head under the pillow to shut out the 

sound, but heard it just the same. I lay for what seemed to me then a, long time in that condition, 
when gradually I was again in the dark. I sat up in my bed. I would not call the nurse, as I felt she 
would not understand. I did not, of course, understand myself, but I felt it meant something. This 
same calmness came to me often, and it always came before the light. 

After that night my recovery was steady without the aid in any way of a physician or medicine. 
When the light came to me again later I asked my husband if he did not see it, but he did not. I have 
not tried to cultivate it, as I do not understand it. I only know that whereas formerly I was a wreck I 
am to-day well and strong physically and mentally, and whereas I loved the excitement of a public 
life I now love the quiet of home life and a few friends. With this calmness has come a power (as I 
call it) to heal others. With a touch or in some cases by catching the eye I can in many cases induce 

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[paragraph continues] In other cases the person will say to me: "Why is it I feel so restful when I am 
near you?" When friends have asked me to tell them of my experience I have declined except in one 
or two cases. It is all so real to me, and I fear that to others it will seem foolish; but some day these 
things will all be explained, and I hope they may be soon. 

At the time I first saw the light I was twenty-four years old. I have seen it three times altogether. 
Now as to the intellectual and moral experiences that immediately follow the light: It is about 
impossible to set these forth, for words are very poor as a medium to express either the feeling or 
the vision that came to me at that time. I think the intellect could never give to me in worlds of 
study what is revealed to me during this experience and immediately following the presence of the 
light. To me it is beyond intellectual expression. It is seeing inwardly, and the word harmony would 
perhaps express part of what is seen. 

Humanity goes on and on almost in despair, hoping some time to find rest and peace and fullness of 
life in the undefined future, when, in fact, all these and more are here now if we would (could?) 
only reach out our hand and take them. 

My supreme desire is to be of help to humanity, but when I have had this light come to me I have 
been so filled with the desire to reveal what I see to mankind that it seems as though I were not 
doing anything at all. 

The mental experiences following the light are always essentially the same—namely, an intense 
desire to reveal man to himself and to aid those who are trying to find something worth living for in 
what they call "this life." 

I do not feel that I have made myself intelligible, but I repeat that, in this subject, at least, words 
offer a most inadequate medium of expression. 

Cosmic Consciousness, by Richard Maurice Bucke, [1901], at 
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MANY readers, before they have reached this page, will have been struck by the fact that the name 
of no woman is included in the list of so-called "great cases," and the names of only three in that of 
"Lesser, Imperfect and Doubtful Instances." Besides these three the editor knows another woman, 
still living, who is undoubtedly if not a great, still a genuine, case. She would not, however, permit 
the editor to use her experience even without her name, and the case is therefore reluctantly entirely 
omitted. The only other woman known to the present writer, either in the past or in the present, who 
is or was, either certainly or almost certainly, a case of Cosmic Consciousness is Madame Guyon, 
who was, it seems to him, a genuine and great instance, though unfortunately the evidence in her 
case is not as definite as could be wished. 


Jeanne Marie Bouvieres de la Mothe was born April 13th, 1648, was a sickly and precocious child, 
with strong religious tendencies, great earnestness of purpose, a leaning towards self renunciation 
and a passion for spiritual books, especially the Bible, which as a child often she used to read from 
morning till night. At the age of sixteen she was married to M. Guyon, who was then thirty-eight. 
What with an elderly and stern husband and a most disagreeable mother-in-law her objective life 
was unhappy, even miserable. For all outward ills she found consolation in religion, and her life was 
really a happy one, except when this inward joy suffered eclipse, as from time to time it did. At last, 
however, ou 

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the 22d of July, 1680 (that is, in the summer of her thirty-third year), came final deliverance. The 
writer does not know of any record of her subjective experience upon that day, but it seems certain 
that the rest of her life was filled with peace and happiness, which is characteristic of the lives of 
those who have passed into Cosmic Consciousness. 

She describes herself[**] as having ceased from all self-originated action and choice. To her 
amazement and unspeakable happiness, it appeared as though all such natural movement existed no 
longer—a higher power had displaced and occupied its room. "I even perceived no more [she writes 
in her autobiography] the soul which He had formerly conducted by His rod and His staff, because 
now He alone appeared to me, my soul having given up its place to Him; even as a little drop of 
water cast into the sea receives the qualities of the sea." She speaks of herself as now practicing the 
virtues no longer as virtues—that is, not by separate and constrained efforts. It would have required 
effort not to practice them [180: 227]. 

[366-1]* These few words, though not perhaps of themselves proving anything are very 
characteristic. "I give nothing as duties," says Whitman. "What others give as duties I give as living 
impulses (shall I give the heart's action as a duty?)" [193: 190]. 


Some years ago, when the design of this volume was forming in the mind of the writer, it was his 
intention to include several chapters treating of other departures from the norm in the mental life of 
man more or less analogous to that which he has named Cosmic Consciousness, for the special 
purpose of examining into the relation (if any) between these and the latter. Had he persisted in his 
plan he would have included (1) a review of hypnotism; (2) of so-called miracles, supra-normal 
physical, as distinguished from supra-normal mental powers; (3) so-called spiritualism—the notion 
of the sensible communion of man with other and perhaps higher spirits considered in relation to 
this other notion of the communion of man with a higher self within himself, and (4) cases in which 
man seems to be the centre and in some sense the director of forces presumably existing entirely 
outside of himself, and the relation of such cases (if any) to the preterhuman psychic manifestations 
of those endowed with the 

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[paragraph continues] Cosmic Sense. Time, and probably the necessary ability, failed him for the 
larger attempt, and he will only allude to one case (belonging to category 4) for the sake of 
indicating what seems to him the strong probability that all these different classes of cases 
(wherever genuine, as many of them [**] undoubtedly are), if they do not always lie side by side, at 
least touch one another by their angles. 


William Stainton Moses [131:245 et seq.] was bom in Lincolnshire, England, November 5th, 1839. 
His father was headmaster of a grammar school. William Stainton Moses was educated at Oxford. 
Took his degree. Was ordained, and was for the rest of his life, as long as health permitted, an active 
and popular parish clergyman. Up to the age of thirty-three he differed in no special respect from 
the ordinary university educated English Church clergyman. At that period (about the usual time of 
life, it will be noted, for the oncoming of Cosmic Consciousness), in the course of 1872, the 
physical phenomena, which give him interest to us here, began. They continued for some ten years 
and then, with failing health, passed away. William Stainton Moses died in September, 1892. He 
never married, and went little into society. "His personal appearance offered no indication of his 
peculiar gift. He was of middle stature, strongly made, with somewhat heavy features and thick dark 
hair and beard" 

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[paragraph continues] [131: 250]. It must be understood that the facts as given in this case, as well 
as the trustworthiness of those who have reported them, including, of course, William Stainton 
Moses himself, have been very thoroughly inquired into by such competent men as T. W. H. Myers, 
and it is firmly believed that no deception of any kind has been attempted or thought of 

Whatever explanation of them may ultimately be given and accepted, the facts as set down to-day 
will almost certainly stand. It would be impossible in this place to give the data upon which the 
truth of the account rests. These can be found elsewhere by those who wish to see them. All that is 
necessary here and all that can be done is to cite as samples a very few instances of the supra- 
normal occurrences which, with extraordinary frequency, and in great variety, surrounded the man 
for at least ten years. 

Motion without contact, directed by evident intelligence, is seen markedly in the following instance: 
I was calling on a friend, and the conversation fell on the phenomena of spiritualism. A sitting was 
proposed, and nothing, or almost nothing, occurred. We were quite alone in the room, which was 
well lighted. We drew back from the table, intending to give up the attempt. My friend asked why 
nothing occurred. The table, untouched by us, rose and gently touched my throat and chest three 
times. I was suffering from severe bronchial symptoms, and was altogether below par. After this no 
rap or movement could be elicited, and we were fain to accept the explanation of our want of 

My first personal experience of levitation was about five months after my introduction to 
spiritualism. Physical phenomena of a very powerful description had been developed with great 
rapidity. We were new to the subject, and the phenomena were most interesting. After much 
movement of objects, and lifting and tilting of the table, a small hand organ, a child's plaything, was 
floated about the room, making a most inharmonious din. It was a favorite amusement with the 
little. Puck-like invisible who then manifested. One day (August 30, 1872) the little organ was 
violently thrown down in a distant comer of the room, and I felt my chair drawn back from the table 
and turned into the corner near which I sat. It was so placed that my face was turned away from the 
circle to the angle made by the two walls. In this position the chair was raised from the floor to a 
distance of, I should judge, twelve or fourteen inches. My feet touched the top of the skirting board, 
which would be about twelve inches in height. The chair remained suspended for a few moments, 
and I then felt myself going from it, higher and higher, with a very slow and easy movement. I had 
no sense of discomfort nor of apprehension. I was perfectly conscious of what was being done, and 
described the process to 

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those who were sitting at the table. The movement was very steady and occupied what seemed a 
long time before it was completed. I was close to the wall, so close that I was able to put a pencil 
firmly against my chest and to mark the spot opposite to me on the wall paper That mark, when 
measured afterwards, was found to be rather more than six feet from the floor, and, from its 
position, it was clear that my head must have been in the very corner of the room, close to the 
ceiling. I do not think that I was in any way entranced. I was perfectly clear in my mind; quite alive 
to what was being done, and fully conscious of the curious phenomenon. I felt no pressure on any 
part of my body, only a sensation of being in a lift, whilst objects seemed to be passing away from 
below me. I remember a slight difficulty in breathing and a sensation of fullness in the chest, with a 
general feeling of being lighter than the atmosphere. I was lowered down quite gently and placed in 
the chair, which had settled in its old position. The measurements and observation were taken 
immediately and the marks which I had made with my pencil were noted. My voice was said at the 
time to sound as if from the comer of the room, close to the ceiling. 

This experiment was more or less successfully repeated on nine other occasions. On the 2d of 
September, 1872, I see from my records that I was three times raised on to the table and twice 
levitated in the comer of the room. The first movement on to the table was very sudden—a sort of 
instantaneous jerk. I was conscious of nothing until I found myself on the table—my chair being 
unmoved. This, under ordinary circumstances, is what we call impossible. I was so placed that it 
would have been out of my power to quit my place at the table without moving my chair. In the 
second attempt I was placed on the table in a standing posture. In this case I was conscious of the 
withdrawal of my chair and of being raised to the level of the table and then of being impelled 
forward so as to stand upon it. I was not entranced, nor was I conscious of any external pressure. In 
the third case I was thrown on to the table, and from that position on to an adjacent sofa. The 
movement was instantaneous, as in the first recorded case; and though I was thrown to a 

considerable distance, and with considerable force, I was in no way hurt. At the time I lay on the 
sofa I felt the chair in which I had been sitting and which would be four feet from where I lay, come 
and press my back several times. I was finally placed on the table. 

For an enormous number of similar and diverse phenomena occurring in this case, see 131. 


As already stated, the above are only quoted as samples of unusual supra-normal incidents said to 
have taken place—which undoubtedly did take place over and over again for ten years in 

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the experience of this man. Now what (if any) relation exists between this case and one of Cosmic 

We have seen that in the case of William Stainton Moses the phenomena with which we are dealing 
began at about the typical age~thirty-three years—and it is stated that on at least one occasion "the 
drain on the vital strength of William Stainton Moses was so great" that the manifestations had to be 
discontinued. It seems clear from the matter-of-course way the above is stated that the "medium" 
habitually felt fatigue or exhaustion in proportion to the frequency and magnitude of the 
manifestations. We have also seen that sickness on the part of the "medium" in like manner 
interfered with the production of the phenomena. These facts point to the "medium" himself as the 
source of the force exhibited in so many different ways. 

If this inference is correct it is at the same time undoubtedly true that he was not aware that the 
power which caused the phenomena proceeded from himself Neither should we expect, reasoning 
from analogy, that he would be, since even in Cosmic Consciousness— where all the phenomena are 
mental and where consequently we should look that the real actor would be still less liable to be 
deceived as to the person acting— we see that he is so, not occasionally, but almost or quite 
constantly. Paul, Mohammed, Yepes, Behmen, Blake, tell us over and over again that the great 
thoughts, divine emotions, which they express, are not their own but communicated from without. 
The protestations made by Blake— a hundred times repeated— and the last time to his wife a few 
minutes before his death, in reference to the songs which he sang as he lay slowly dying: "My 
beloved! they are not mine. No, they are not mine," have been, in one shape or another, made by 
them all. Still we believe to-day that that other self which wrote the Epistles, dictated the Koran, 
composed the Aurora, was really none other than a part (the more divine part) of Paul, Mohammed 
and Behmen respectively. The man acts and does not know that it is he who is acting— is sure, in 
fact, that it is not; scouts (as does Mohammed) indignantly the imputation that the thoughts, the 
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offers proof that such imputation neither is nor can be founded on fact: "And if ye are in doubt of 
what we have revealed unto our servant" [Gabriel speaks, and "our servant" is, of course, 
Mohammed] "then bring a chapter like it . . . but if ye do not, and ye shall surely do it not," etc. 
[151: 13]. In many cases the denial has been accepted and the world has agreed with the 
annunciator that directly, or indirectly, God has revealed to him the exalted sentiments and sublime 
truths that have passed his lips that God, or a messenger from God, lives in him and speaks through 

Why not suppose that we have involved in the personality of William Stainton Moses a parallel 
fact—a parallel duplex or multiplex personality—that in some way, so far, perhaps, utterly 
inconceivable to us (as to some of their contemporaries and followers it was inconceivable that 
Jesus and Mohammed merely as men said and did the words and deeds which proceeded from 
them) as well as to himself, William Stainton Moses did himself evolve the force, did himself 
furnish the intelligence, which were operative in the phenomena? It seems corroborative of this 
view that bodies, as hundred ton rocks or houses, such as no man could move, are not lifted or 
displaced; that the lights are not greater than could be supplied by the force resident in ordinary 
man, supposing that force or some of it to take the form of light; that the intelligence manifested, 
though often considerable and sometimes extraordinary, is not above human possibilities, taking 
into account the intelligence possessed by persons having Cosmic Consciousness. For if supra- 
mortal beings were operative in the production of these so-called spiritualistic phenomena, why 
should these remain so constantly upon or (taking into account only the ordinary human faculties) 
immediately above the plane of human powers? Then again we have seen in the course of this study 
that the whole history of man, as well as that of the organic world, is simply the history of the 
evolution of new faculties one after the other— any one of which (before it was evolved) would have 
seemed an impossibility and an absurdity to any member of the race about to take it on. Have we 
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spiritualism and telepathy, with all their almost infinitely varied phenomena, the germ or germs of 
some new faculty or faculties, so far as little understood as was Cosmic Consciousness a thousand 
years ago, and not, as sometimes thought, in any sense, the action or interference in human affairs, 
either of disembodied spirits or of supra-, infra-, or extra-human minds?— such faculties not 
necessarily destined to expand and become universal (for, in evolution "Many are called but few 
chosen"), but almost certainly, in modern times, and down to date, expanding and becoming more 

And, indeed, may it not well be that in the self conscious human being, as we know him to-day, we 
have the psychic germ of not one higher race only,