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Paperback. EARLY RECOLLECTIONSHaving set myself to write a personal record of psychic experiences, I must"begin at the beginning," as the children say.When only nine years old I lost my father-the Rev. John Ellison Bates ofChrist Church, Dover-and my earliest childish experience of anything su-pernormal was connected with him. He had been an invalid all my shortlife, and I was quite accustomed to spending days at a time without see-ing him. His last illness, which lasted about a fortnight, had therefore nospecial significance for me, and my nurse, elder brother, and godmother, who were the only three people in the house at the time, gave strict ordersthat none of the servants should give me a hint of his being dangerously ill.These instructions were carefully carried out, and yet I dreamed three nightsrunning-the three nights preceding his decease-that he was dead. I was en-tirely devoted to my father, who had been father and mother to me in one, and these dreams no doubt broke the terrible shock of his death to me. Howwell I remember, that cold, dreary February morning, being hastily dressedby candle-light by strange hands, and then my dear old nurse (who had been3 E. KATHERINE (EMILY KATHERINE) BATESby his bedside all night) coming in and telling me the sad news with tearsstreaming down her cheeks. It seemed no news at the moment; and yet Ihad spoken of my dreams to no one, "for fear they should come true," hav-ing some pathetic, childish notion that silence on my part might avert thecatastrophe. In all his previous and numerous illnesses I had never dreamtthat any special one was fatal.During the next few years of school life my psychic faculty remained abso-lutely in abeyance. In a fashionable school, surrounded by chattering com-panions and the usual paraphernalia of school work, classes, and masters, etc., I can, however, recall many a time when suddenly everything aroundme became unreal and I alone seemed to have any true existence; and eventhat was for the time merged in a rather unpleasant dream, from which Ihoped soon to wake up. This sensation was quite distinct from the one-alsowell known to me in those days and later-of having "done all this before,"and knowing just what somebody was about to say.Probably both these sensations are common to most young people. Itwouldbe interesting to note which of the two is the more universal.I pass on now to the timewhen Iwas about eighteen years old, and a constantvisitor, for weeks and months at a time, in the house of my godfather, thearchdeacon of a northern diocese. His grandson, then a young student atOxford, of about my own age, must have been what we should now calla very good sensitive. It was with him that I sat at my first "table," moreas a matter of amusement than anything else, and certainly young MortonFreer treated the "spirits" in the most cavalier fashion. They did not seemto resent this, and he could do pretty much what he liked with them. Thismay be a good opportunity for explaining that when I speak in this narrativeof "spirits" I do so to save constant periphrasis, and am quite consciously"begging the question" very often, as a matter of verbal convenience.In those days I don't think we troubled ourselves much about A personal chronicle tracing the awakening of supernatural intuition, from prophetic childhood dreams to the mysterious sensations of a life touched by the veil between worlds. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…