Sabine Baring-Gould

Sabine Baring-Gould

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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — H.P. (1904)

We cannot travel very far from our bones—our range is limited. And conceive of my feelings for centuries condemned to wander among glass cases containing prehistoric antiquities, and to hear the talk of scientific men alone. Now here, it is otherwise. Here I can pass up when I like into the tavern, and can see men get drunk, and hear commercial travellers hoodwink the patron, and then when the taverner finds he has been induced to buy what he did not want, I can see him beat his wife and smack his children.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — H.P. (1904)

I mean that there is a sort of filmy attachment that connects our psychic nature with our mortal remains. It is like a spider and its web. Suppose the soul to be the spider and the skeleton to be the web. If you break the thread the spider will never find its way back to its home. So it is with us; there is an attachment, a faint thread of luminous spiritual matter that unites us to our earthly husk. It is liable to accidents.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould A Book of Ghosts — H.P. (1904)

No! we had nothing, nothing—no lucifer matches, no commercial travellers, no Benedictine, no pottery, no metal, no education, no elections, no chocolat menier.”
“How do you know about these products of the present age, here, buried under fifty feet of soil for eight thousand years?”
“It is my spirit which speaks with your spirit. My spook does not always remain with my bones. I can go up; rocks and stones and earth heaped over me do not hold me down. I am often above. I am in the tavern overhead. I have seen men drink there.
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