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Cosmic Tales, v. 2, issue 1, Summer 1939

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COSMIC TALES                    17

All thru the night he stalked from house to house, entering bedrooms in a discarnate state, and materializing inside. Fortunately there was no one who saw the ghostly figure that appeared and disappeared in the gloom of his chamber. Paine was well and truly a haunter.
It was a wonderful experience, being able to materialize at will, but it required a tremendous amount of concentration. Soon Paine was quite exhausted by his numerous materializations, and was obliged to leave off for a few hours. During this resting period, he wandered idly among the dwellings of the suburbs, bored by his nocturnal ramble, but still amazed and rather awed by the wonders of materialization. He decided to wait till daylight before trying any more, as then he would be able to attract attention, and gain that fame and notoriety for which his soul yearned.
But, while idly drifting over the rooftops in the cold, grey hours just before dawn, he noticed a light in a window below. His curiosity was piqued. Deciding to investigate, he sank slowly down thru the roof, and he arrived, invisable but all seeing, in a small bedroom. An oil lamp cast a yellow glow up on the bed, and the white faced figure who lay on it. Around the bed were gathered a handful of solemn-faced people, and one of the women was wiping her eyes with the corner of her skirt. The man on the bed was breathing very slowly and spasmodically, and at intervals his lips would move as tho he were trying to speak, but no sound would come forth.
And Pained knew that the man was dying. He felt guilty of intrusion upon a most intimate gathering, but he stayed, for he realized that here was a chance to observe exactly what did happen at death, and an opportunity to get in touch with a fellow spirit.
Nor was it long before th end came. Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, and stared strangely at some unseen thing above him. Then he sat upright, but only for a moment. The woman who had been crying, spoke to him, and her face was pale and strained. 
But he did not reply. He lay back on the pillow, staring fixidly upwards, and very soon, his eyes glazed over.
Immediately Paines aw that something weird and awe-inspiring was taking place. As the dying man stopped breathing, a faint, golden aura became visible, hazing the outline of his body. It grew brighter and stronger, filling the room with soft, rich light. Paine shrank back across the room, a terrible fear growing in his mind. Fascinated, he saw the luminance flicker like a lambent flame, then, abruptly detach itself from the prostrate body, and float upwards to the roof, ever growing and ever more radiant. Higher and higher drifted the effulgent cloud, now incredibly brilliant and infinitely beautiful. And then it had passed thru the ceiling, and had vanished into the night.
Paine was mentally sick. He, and he only, had seen the amazing metamorphosis which had taken place. The family had observed nothing, and were even now mourning the departed one. But Paine had witnessed it, and he knew that he had witnessed something which was above him, something in which he had not participated, something which proclaimed his own spiritual condition as mere mockery. He was not dead. This was no more death than was sleep. Then what had come over him? What was responsible for this ghostlike condition of his being? Would he ever be restored to normalcy? He was neither alive nor dead; he was in a strange borderland, the astral plane between the worlds of the spiritual and the mundane. He had heard of instances of the projection of the astral body; and they bore much in common with his own case.
Unable to think, he wandered dazedly from the room, and soared

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COSMIC TALES 17 All thru the night he stalked from house to house, entering bedrooms in a discarnate state, and materializing inside. Fortunately there was no one who saw the ghostly figure that appeared and disappeared in the gloom of his chamber. Paine was well and truly a haunter. It was a wonderful experience, being able to materialize at will, but it required a tremendous amount of concentration. Soon Paine was quite exhausted by his numerous materializations, and was obliged to leave off for a few hours. During this resting period, he wandered idly among the dwellings of the suburbs, bored by his nocturnal ramble, but still amazed and rather awed by the wonders of materialization. He decided to wait till daylight before trying any more, as then he would be able to attract attention, and gain that fame and notoriety for which his soul yearned. But, while idly drifting over the rooftops in the cold, grey hours just before dawn, he noticed a light in a window below. His curiosity was piqued. Deciding to investigate, he sank slowly down thru the roof, and he arrived, invisable but all seeing, in a small bedroom. An oil lamp cast a yellow glow up on the bed, and the white faced figure who lay on it. Around the bed were gathered a handful of solemn-faced people, and one of the women was wiping her eyes with the corner of her skirt. The man on the bed was breathing very slowly and spasmodically, and at intervals his lips would move as tho he were trying to speak, but no sound would come forth. And Pained knew that the man was dying. He felt guilty of intrusion upon a most intimate gathering, but he stayed, for he realized that here was a chance to observe exactly what did happen at death, and an opportunity to get in touch with a fellow spirit. Nor was it long before th end came. Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, and stared strangely at some unseen thing above him. Then he sat upright, but only for a moment. The woman who had been crying, spoke to him, and her face was pale and strained. But he did not reply. He lay back on the pillow, staring fixidly upwards, and very soon, his eyes glazed over. Immediately Paines aw that something weird and awe-inspiring was taking place. As the dying man stopped breathing, a faint, golden aura became visible, hazing the outline of his body. It grew brighter and stronger, filling the room with soft, rich light. Paine shrank back across the room, a terrible fear growing in his mind. Fascinated, he saw the luminance flicker like a lambent flame, then, abruptly detach itself from the prostrate body, and float upwards to the roof, ever growing and ever more radiant. Higher and higher drifted the effulgent cloud, now incredibly brilliant and infinitely beautiful. And then it had passed thru the ceiling, and had vanished into the night. Paine was mentally sick. He, and he only, had seen the amazing metamorphosis which had taken place. The family had observed nothing, and were even now mourning the departed one. But Paine had witnessed it, and he knew that he had witnessed something which was above him, something in which he had not participated, something which proclaimed his own spiritual condition as mere mockery. He was not dead. This was no more death than was sleep. Then what had come over him? What was responsible for this ghostlike condition of his being? Would he ever be restored to normalcy? He was neither alive nor dead; he was in a strange borderland, the astral plane between the worlds of the spiritual and the mundane. He had heard of instances of the projection of the astral body; and they bore much in common with his own case. Unable to think, he wandered dazedly from the room, and soared