Lecture 9 of the Varieties of Religious Experience This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Varieties of Religious Experience by W. James Lecture 9. Conversion To be converted, to be regenerated, to receive grace, to experience religion, to gain an assurance Are so many phrases which denote the process, gradual or sudden, by which a self hitherto divided and consciously wrong, inferior and unhappy, becomes unified and consciously right, superior and happy, in consequence of its firmer hold upon religious realities. This, at least, is what conversion signifies in general terms, whether or not we believe that a direct divine operation is needed to bring such a moral change about. Before entering upon a minuter study of the process, let me enliven our understanding of the definition by a concrete example. I choose the quaint case of an unlettered man, Stephen H. Bradley, whose experience is related in a scarce American pamphlet. I select this case because it shows how, in these inner alterations, one may find one unsuspected depth below another, as if the possibilities of character lay disposed in a series of layers, or shells, of whose existence we have no prominatory knowledge. Bradley thought that he had been already fully converted at the age of 14. Quote, I thought I saw the Savior, by faith in human shape, for about one second in the room, with arms extended, appearing to say to me, come. The next day I rejoiced with trembling.  This world had no place in my affections, as I knew of, and every day appeared as solemn to me as the Sabbath. I had an ardent desire that all mankind might feel as I did. I wanted to have them all love God supremely. Previous to this time, I was very selfish and self-righteous. But now I desired the welfare of all mankind, and could with a feeling heart forgive my worst enemies. And I felt as if I should be willing to bear the scoffs and sneers of any person, and suffer anything for his sake, if I could be the means in the hands of God of the conversion of one soul. Nine years later, in 1829, Mr. Bradley heard of a revival of religion that had begun in his neighborhood. Many of the young converts, he says, quote, would come to me when in meeting and ask me if I had religion, and my reply generally was, I hope I have. This did not appear to satisfy them. They said they knew they had it. I requested them to pray for me, thinking with myself that if I had not got religion now, after so long a time professing to be a Christian, that it was time I had, and hoped their prayers would be answered in my behalf. One Sabbath I went to hear the Methodist at the Academy. He spoke of the ushering in of the day of general judgment, and he said it forth in such a solemn and terrible manner as I never heard before. The scene of that day appeared to be taking place, and so awakened were all the powers of my mind that, like Felix, I trembled involuntarily on the bench where I was sitting, though I felt nothing at heart. The next day evening I went to hear him again. He took his text from Revelation, and I saw the dead, small and great stand before God. And he represented the terrors of that day in such a manner that it appeared as if it would melt the heart of stone. When he finished his discourse, an old gentleman turned to me and said, This is what I call preaching. I thought the same, but my feelings were still unmoved by what he said, and I did not enjoy religion, but I believe he did. I will now relate my experience of the power of the Holy Spirit which took place on the same night. Had any person told me previous to this that I could have experienced the power of the Holy Spirit in the manner which I did, I could not have believed it, and should have thought the person deluded that told me so.  I retired to rest soon after I got home, and felt indifferent to the things of religion until I began to be exercised by the Holy Spirit, which began in about five minutes after in the following manner. At first I began to feel my heart beat very quick all in a sudden, which made me at first think that perhaps something was going to ale me, though I was not alarmed, for I felt no pain. My heart increased in its beating, which soon convinced me that it was the Holy Spirit from the effect it had on me. I began to feel exceedingly happy and humble, and such a sense of unworthiness as I never felt before. I could not very well help speaking out, which I did, and said, Lord, I do not deserve this happiness, or words to that effect, while there was a stream resembling air in feeling came into my mouth and heart in a more sensible manner than that of drinking anything, which continued, as near as I could judge, five minutes or more, which appeared to be the cause of such a palpitation in my heart. It took complete possession of my soul, and I am certain that I desired the Lord, while in the midst of it, not to give me any more happiness, for it seemed as if I could not contain what I had got. My heart seemed as if it would burst, but it did not stop until I felt as if I was unutterably full of the love and grace of God. In the meantime, while thus exercised, a thought arose in my mind. What can it mean? And all at once, as if to answer it, my memory became exceedingly clear, and it appeared to me just as if the New Testament was placed open before my eyes. Eighth Chapter of Romans And as light, as if some candle lighted, was held to me to read the 26th and 27th verses of that chapter, and I read these words. The Spirit helpeth our infirmities with groanings which cannot be uttered. And all the time that my heart was abeating, it made me groan like a person in distress, which was not very easy to stop, though I was in no pain at all, and my brother, being in bed in another room, came and opened the door, and asked me if I had got the toothache. I told him no, and that he might get to sleep. I tried to stop. I felt unwilling to go to sleep myself. I was so happy, fearing I should lose it, thinking within myself. My willing soul would stay in such a frame as this. And while I lay reflecting, after my heart stopped beating, feeling as if my soul was full of the Holy Spirit, I thought that perhaps there might be angels hovering round my bed. I felt, just as if I wanted to converse with them. And finally I spoke, saying, Oh ye affectionate angels, how is it that ye can take so much interest in our welfare, and we take so little interest in our own? After this, with difficulty, I got to sleep. And when I awoke in the morning, my first thoughts were, What has become of my happiness? And feeling a degree of it in my heart, I asked for more, which was given to me as quick as a thought. I then got up to dress, and found to my surprise that I could but just stand. It appeared to me as if it was a little heaven upon earth. My soul felt as completely raised above the fears of death as of going to sleep, And like a bird in a cage, I had a desire, if it was the will of God, To get released from my body and to dwell with Christ, Though willing to live, to do good to others, and to warn sinners to repent. I went downstairs, feeling as solemn as if I had lost all my friends, And thinking with myself that I would not let my parents know it until I had first looked into the testament. I went directly to the shelf and looked into it, at the eighth chapter of Romans, And every verse seemed to almost speak and to confirm it to be truly the Word of God, And as if my feelings corresponded with the meaning of the Word. I then told my parents of it, and told them that I thought that they must see that when I spoke, That it was not my own voice, for it appeared so to me. My speech seemed entirely under the control of the spirit within me. I do not mean that the words which I spoke were not my own, for they were. I thought that I was influenced similar to the apostles on the day of Pentecost, With the exception of having power to give it to others, and doing what they did. After breakfast, I went round to converse with my neighbors on religion, Which I could not have been hired to have done before this, And at their request I prayed with them, though I had never prayed in public before. I now feel as if I had discharged my duty by telling the truth and hope by the blessing of God, It may do some good to all who shall read it. He has fulfilled his promise in sending the Holy Spirit down into our hearts, or mine at least, And I now defy all the deists and atheists in the world to shake my faith in Christ. Close quote. So much for Mr. Bradley and his conversion, or the effect of which upon his later life we gain no information. Now for the minuter survey of the constituent elements of the conversion process. If you open the chapter on association of my treaties on psychology, You will read that a man's ideas, aims, and objects form diverse internal groups and systems, Relatively independent of one another. Each aim, which he follows, awakens a certain specific kind of interested excitement, And gathers a certain group of ideas together in subordination to it as it associates. If the aims and excitements are distinct in kind, their groups of ideas may have little in common. When one group is present and engrosses the interest, All the ideas connected with other groups may be excluded from the mental field. The President of the United States, when, with paddle, gun, and fishing rod, He goes camping in the wilderness for a vacation, Changes his system of ideas from top to bottom. The presidential anxieties have lapsed into the background entirely. The official habits are replaced by the habits of a son of nature, And those who knew the man, only as the strenuous magistrate, Would not know him for the same person, if they saw him as the camper. If now he should never go back, and never again suffer political interests to gain dominion over him, He would be, for practical intents and purposes, a permanently transformed being. Our ordinary alterations of character, as we pass from one of our aims to another, Are not commonly called transformations, because each of them is so rapidly succeeded by another in the reverse direction. But whenever one aim grows so stable as to expel definitively its previous rivals from the individual's life, We tend to speak of the phenomenon, and perhaps to wonder at it, as a transformation. These alterations are the completest of the ways in which a self may be divided. A less complete way is the simultaneous coexistence of two or more different groups of aims, Of which one practically holds the right of way and instigates activity, Whilst the others are only pious wishes and never practically come to anything. St. Augustine's aspirations to a purer life, in our last lecture, were for a while an example. Another would be the president in his full pride of office, wondering whether it were not all vanity, And whether the life of a woodchopper were not the wholesome destiny. Such fleeting aspirations are mere vietates, whimsies. They exist on the remote outskirts of the mind, and the real self of man, the center of his energies, Is occupied with an entirely different system. As life goes on, there is a constant change of our interests, And a consequent change of place in our systems of ideas, From more central to more peripheral, and from more peripheral to more central parts of consciousness. I remember, for instance, that one evening when I was a youth, My father read aloud from a Boston newspaper that part of Lord Gifford's will which founded these four lectureships. At that time I did not think of being a teacher of philosophy, And what I listened to was as remote from my own life as if it related to the planet Mars. Yet here I am, with the Gifford system part and parcel of my very self, And all my energies, for the time being, devoted to successfully identifying myself with it. My soul stands now planted in what once was for it a practically unreal object, And speaks from it as from a proper habitat and center. When I say soul, you need not take me in the ontological sense unless you prefer to, For although ontological language is instinctive in such matters, Yet Buddhists or Humains can perfectly well describe the facts in the phenomenal terms which are their favorites. For them, the soul is only a succession of fields of consciousness. Yet there is found in each field a part or subfield, Which figures as focal and contains the excitement, And from which, as from a center, the aims seem to be taken. Talking of this part, we involuntarily apply words of perspective to distinguish it from the rest. Words like here, this, now, mine, or me. We ascribe to the other parts, the positions, there, then, that, his, or thine, it, not me. But a here can change to a there, and a there become a here, And what is mine, and what is not mine, change their places. What brings such changes about is the way in which emotional excitement alters. Things hot and vital to us today are cold tomorrow. It is as if seen from the hot parts of the field that the other parts appear to us. And from these hot parts, personal desire and volition make their sallies. They are, in short, the centers of our dynamic energy, Whereas the cold parts leave us indifferent and passive in proportion to their coldness. Whether such language be rigorously exact is for the present of no importance. It is exact enough, if you recognize, from your own experience, The facts which I seek to designate by it. Now there may be great oscillation in the emotional interest, And the hot places may shift before one almost as rapidly as the sparks that run through burnt up paper. Then we have the wavering and divided self we heard so much of in the previous lecture. Or the focus of excitement and heat, the point of view from which the aim is taken, May come to lie permanently within a certain system. And then, if the change be a religious one, we call it a conversion, Especially if it be by crisis or sudden. Let us hear after, in speaking of the hot place in a man's consciousness, The group of ideas to which he devotes himself, and from which he works, Call it the habitual center of his personal energy. It makes a great difference to a man, whether one set of his ideas or another, Be the center of his energy. And it makes a great difference as regards any set of ideas which he may possess, Whether they become central or remain peripheral in him. To say that a man is converted means, in these terms, That religious ideas, previously peripheral in his consciousness, Now take a central place, and that religious aims form the habitual center of his energy. Now if you ask of psychology just how the excitement shifts in a man's mental system, And why aims that were peripheral become at a certain moment central, Psychology has to reply that although she can give a general description of what happens, She is unable in a given case to account accurately for all the single forces at work. Neither an outside observer nor the subject who undergoes the process, Can explain fully how particular experiences are able to change one's center of energy so decisively, Or why they so often have to bide their hour to do so. We have a thought or we perform an act repeatedly, But on a certain day the real meaning of the thought peels through us for the first time, Or the act has suddenly turned into a moral impossibility. All we know is that there are dead feelings, dead ideas, and cold beliefs, And there are hot and live ones, And when one grows hot and alive within us, Everything else has to recrystallize about it. We may say that the heat and liveliness mean only the motor efficacy, Long deferred but now operative of the idea, But such talk itself is only circumlocution, For whence the sudden motor efficacy, And our explanations then get so vague and general, That one realizes all the more the intense individuality of the whole phenomenon. In the end we fall back on the hackneyed symbolism of a mechanical equilibrium. A mind is a system of ideas, Each with the excitement it arouses, And with tendencies impulsive and inhibitive, Which mutually check or reinforce one another. The collection of ideas alters by subtraction or addition in the course of experience, And the tendencies alter as the organism gets more aged. A mental system may be undermined or weakened by this interstitial alteration just as a building is, And yet for a time keep upright by dead habit. But a new perception, a sudden emotional shock, Or an occasion which lays bare the organic alteration, Will make the whole fabric fall together, And then the center of gravity sinks into an attitude more stable, For the new ideas that reach the center in the rearrangement, They seem now to be locked there, And the new structure remains permanent. Formed associations of ideas and habits are usually factors of retardation in such changes of equilibrium. New information, however acquired, plays an accelerating part in the changes, And the slow mutation of our instincts and propensities, Under the unimaginable touch of time, has an enormous influence. Moreover, all these influences may work subconsciously or half unconsciously. Footnote. Zhufroy is an example. Quote, Down this slope it was that my intelligence had glided, And little by little it had got far from its first faith. But this melancholy revolution had not taken place in the broad daylight of my consciousness. Too many scruples, too many guides and sacred affections had made it dreadful to me, So that I was far from avowing to myself the progress it had made. It had gone on in silence by an involuntary elaboration of which I was not the accomplice, And although I had in reality long ceased to be a Christian, Yet in the innocence of my intention I should have shuttered to suspect it, And thought it to Calumny had I been accused of such a falling away. Close quote. End footnote. And when you get a subject in whom the subconscious life, Of which I must speak more fully soon, is largely developed, And in whom motives habitually ripen in silence, You get a case of which you can never give a full account, And in which, both to the subject and the onlookers, There may appear an element of marvel.  The sudden and explosive ways in which love, jealousy, guilt, fear, remorse, or anger Can seize upon one are known to everybody. Footnote. Here is a pathological case in which guilt was the feeling that suddenly exploded. Quote. One night I was seized on entering bed with a rigor, Such as Swedenborg describes as coming over him with a sense of holiness, But over me with a sense of guilt. During that whole night I lay under the influence of the rigor, And from its inception I felt that I was under the curse of God. I have never done one act of duty in my life, Sins against God and man, beginning as far as my memory goes back, A wildcat in human shape. Close quote. End footnote. Hope, happiness, security, resolve, emotions characteristic of conversion Can be equally explosive, And emotions that come in this explosive way seldom leave things as they found them. In his recent work on the psychology of religion, Professor Starbuck of California has shown by a statistical inquiry How closely parallel in its manifestations the ordinary conversion Which occurs in young people brought up in evangelical circles Is to that growth into a larger spiritual life Which is a normal phase of adolescence in every class of human beings. The age is the same, falling usually between 14 and 17. The symptoms are the same, sense of incompleteness and imperfection, Brooding, depression, morbid introspection and sense of sin, Anxiety about the hereafter, distress over doubts and the like. And the result is the same, a happy relief and objectivity As the confidence in self gets greater through the adjustment of the faculties to a wider outlook. In spontaneous religious awakening, apart from revivalistic examples And in the ordinary storm and stress and molting time of adolescence, We also may meet with mystical experiences, Astonishing the subjects by their suddenness just as in revivalistic conversion. The analogy, in fact, is complete. And Starbuck's conclusion as to these ordinary youthful conversions Would seem to be the only sound one. Conversion is in its essence a normal adolescent phenomenon, Incidental to the passage from the child's small universe To the wider intellectual and spiritual life of maturity. Theology, says Dr. Starbuck, quote, Takes the adolescent tendencies and builds upon them And sees that the essential thing in adolescent growth Is bringing the person out of childhood into the new life of maturity and personal insight. It accordingly brings those means to bear which will intensify the normal tendencies. It shortens up the period of duration of storm and stress, close quote. The conversion phenomena of conviction of sin, Last by this investigator's statistics, About one-fifth as long as the periods of adolescent storm and stress phenomena Of which he also got statistics. But they are very much more intense. Bodily accompaniments, loss of sleep and appetite, for example, Are much more frequent in them. Quote, the essential distinction appears to be that conversion intensifies, But shortens the period by bringing the person to a definite crisis. The conversions which Dr. Starbuck here has in mind, Are of course mainly those of very commonplace persons, Kept true to a pre-appointed type by instruction, appeal and example. The particular form which they affect is the result of suggestion and imitation. Footnote, no one understands this better than Jonathan Edwards understood it already. Conversion narratives of the more commonplace sort Must always be taken with the allowances which he suggests. Quote, a rule received and established by common consent Has a very great, though too many persons, an insensible influence In forming their notions of the process of their own experience. I know very well how they proceed as to this matter, For I have had frequent opportunities of observing their conduct. Very often their experience at first appears like a confused chaos, But then those parts are selected which bear the nearest resemblance Of such particular steps as are insisted on, And these are dwelt upon in their thoughts, And spoken of from time to time, Till they grow more and more conspicuous in their views, And other parts which are neglected grow more and more obscure. Thus what they have experienced is insensibly strained, So as to bring it to an exact conformity To the scheme already established in their minds. It becomes natural also for ministers who have to deal with those Who insist upon distinctness and clearness of method to do so too. Close quote. End footnote. If they went through their growth crisis in other faiths and other countries, Although the essence of the change would be the same, Since it is one in the main so inevitable, Its accidents would be different. In Catholic lands, for example, and in our own Episcopalian sects, No such anxiety and conviction of sin is usual as insects that encourage revivals. The sacraments, being more relied on in these more strictly ecclesiastical bodies, The individual's personal acceptance of salvation needs less to be accentuated and led up to. But every imitative phenomenon must once have had its original, And I propose that for the future, we keep as close as may be To the more first-hand and original forms of experience. These are more likely to be found in sporadic adult cases. Professor Leuba, in a valuable article on the psychology of conversion, Subordinates the theological aspect of the religious life almost entirely to its moral aspect. The religious sense he defines as, quote, The feeling of unwholeness, of moral imperfection, of sin, to use the technical word, Accompanied by the yearning after the peace of unity, close quote. The word religion, he says, quote, Is getting more and more to signify the conglomerate of desires and emotions Springing from the sense of sin and its release, close quote. And he gives a large number of examples, In which the sin ranges from drunkenness to spiritual pride, To show that the sense of it may be set one, And crave relief as urgently as does the anguish of the second flesh Or any form of physical misery. Undoubtedly, this conception covers an immense number of cases. A good one to use as an example is that of Mr. S. H. Hadley, Who, after his conversion, became an active and useful rescuer of drunkards in New York. His experience runs as follows. Quote, One Tuesday evening I sat in a saloon in Harlem, a homeless, friendless, dying drunkard. I had pond or sold everything that would bring a drink. I could not sleep unless I was dead drunk. I had not eaten for days, and for four nights preceding, I had suffered with delirium tremens, or the horrors, from midnight till morning. I had often said, I will never be a tramp. I will never be cornered, for when the time comes, if ever it comes, I will find a home in the bottom of the river. But the Lord so ordered it, that when the time did come, I was not able to walk one quarter of the way to the river. As I sat there thinking, I seemed to feel some great and mighty presence. I did not know then what it was. I did learn afterwards that it was Jesus, the sinner's friend. I walked up to the bar and pounded it with my fist till I made the glasses rattle. Those who stood by drinking looked on with scornful curiosity. I said I would never take another drink if I died on the street, and really I felt as though that would happen before morning. Something said, if you want to keep this promise, go and have yourself locked up. I went to the nearest station house and had myself locked up. I was placed in a narrow cell, and it seemed as though all the demons that could find room came in that place with me. This was not all the company I had either. No, praise the Lord, that dear spirit that came to me in the saloon was present, and said, pray. I did pray, and though I did not feel any great help, I kept on praying. As soon as I was able to leave my cell, I was taken to the police court and remanded back to the cell. I was finally released and found my way to my brother's house where every care was given me. While lying in bed, the admonishing spirit never left me, and when I arose the following Sabbath morning, I felt that day would decide my fate, and toward evening it came into my head to go to Jerry Mawley's mission. I went, the house was packed, and with great difficulty I made my way to the space near the platform. There I saw the apostle to the drunkard and the outcast, that man of God, Jerry Mawley. He rose and amid deep silence told his experience. There was a sincerity about this man that carried conviction with it, and I found myself saying, I wonder if God can save me. I listened to the testimony of twenty-five or thirty persons, every one of whom had been saved from rum, and I made up my mind that I would be saved or die right there. When the invitation was given, I knelt down with a crowd of drunkards. Jerry made the first prayer. Then Mrs. Mawley prayed fervently for us. Oh, what a conflict is going on for my poor soul. A blessed whisper said, come. The devil said, be careful. I halted but a moment, and then with a breaking heart I said, Dear Jesus, can you help me? Never with a mortal tongue can I describe that moment. Although up to that moment my soul had been filled with indescribable gloom, I felt the glorious brightness of the noonday sun shine into my heart. I felt I was a free man. Oh, the precious feeling of safety, of freedom, of resting on Jesus. I felt that Christ with all his brightness and power had come into my life, that indeed old things had passed away and all things had become new. From that moment till now I have never wanted a drink of whiskey, and I have never seen money enough to make me take one. I promised God that night that if he would take away the appetite for strong drink, I would work for him all my life. He has done his part, and I have been trying to do mine. Close quote. Dr. Leuba rightly remarks that there is little doctrinal theology in such an experience, which starts with the absolute need of a higher helper, and ends with the sense that he has helped us. He gives other cases of drunkard's conversions, which are purely ethical, containing, as recorded, no theological beliefs, whatever. John B. Goe's case, for instance, is practically, says Dr. Leuba, the conversion of an atheist, neither God nor Jesus being mentioned. Footnote. A restaurant waiter served provisionally as Goe's savior. General Booth, the founder of the Salvation Army, considers that the first vital step in saving outcasts consists in making them feel that some decent human being cares enough for them to take an interest in the question whether they are to rise or sink. And footnote. But in spite of the importance of this type of regeneration, with little or no intellectual readjustment, this writer surely makes it too exclusive. It corresponds to the subjectively centered form of morbid melancholy, of which Bunyan and Alene were examples. But we saw in our seventh lecture that there are objective forms of melancholy also, in which the lack of rational meaning of the universe and of life anyhow is the burden that weighs upon one. You remember Tolstoy's case. Footnote. The crisis of apathetic melancholy, no use in life, into which J. S. Mill records that he fell and from which he emerged by the reading of Marmontel's memoirs, Heaven Saved the Mark, and Wordsworth Poetry, is another intellectual and general metaphysical case. And footnote. So there are distinct elements in conversion and their relations to individual lives deserve to be discriminated. Footnote. Starbucks, in addition to escape from sin, discriminates spiritual illumination as a distinct type of conversion experience. And footnote. Some persons, for instance, never are and possibly never under any circumstances could be converted. Religious ideas cannot become the center of their spiritual energy. They may be excellent persons, servants of God in practical ways, but they are not children of his kingdom. They are incapable of imagining the invisible, or else, in the language of devotion. They are lifelong subjects of barrenness and dryness. Such inaptitude for religious faith may in some cases be intellectual in its origin. Their religious faculties may be checked in their natural tendency to expand by beliefs about the world that are inhibitive, the pessimistic and materialistic beliefs, for example, within which so many good souls, who in former times would have freely indulged their religious propensities, find themselves nowadays, as it were, frozen, or the agnostic vetoes upon faith as something weak and shameful, under which so many of us today lie cowering, afraid to use our instincts. In many persons, such inhibitions are never overcome. To the end of their days, they refuse to believe their personal energy never gets to its religious center, and the latter remains inactive in perpetuity. In other persons, the trouble is profounder. There are men, an aesthetic on the religious side, deficient in that category of sensibility, just as a bloodless organism can never, in spite of all its goodwill, attain to the reckless animal spirits enjoyed by those of sanguine temperament. So the nature, which is spiritually barren, may admire and envy faith in others, but can never compass the enthusiasm and peace which those who are temperamentally qualified for faith enjoy. All this may, however, turn out eventually to have been a matter of temporary inhibition. Even late in life, some thaw, some release may take place, some bolt be shot back in the barenest breast, and the man's hard heart may soften and break into religious feeling. Such cases, more than any others, suggest the idea that sudden conversion is bimerical. So long as they exist, we must not imagine ourselves to deal with irretrievably fixed classes. Now, there are two forms of mental occurrence in human beings which lead to a striking difference in the conversion process, a difference to which Professor Starbuck has called attention.  Usually, you help the recall by working for it, by mentally running over the places, persons, and things with which the word was connected. But sometimes, the separate fails. You feel, then, as if the harder you tried, the less hope there would be, as though the name were jammed, and pressure in its direction only kept it all the more from rising. And then, the opposite expedient often succeeds. Give up the effort entirely. Think of something altogether different, and in half an hour the lost name comes sauntering into your mind, as Emerson says, as carelessly as if it had never been invited. Some hidden process was started in you by the effort, which went on after the effort ceased, and made the result come as if it came spontaneously. A certain music teacher, says Dr. Starbuck, says to her pupils, after the thing to be done has been clearly pointed out and unsuccessfully attempted, stop trying and it will do itself. There is thus a conscious and voluntary way, and an involuntary and unconscious way, in which mental results may get accomplished. And we find both ways exemplified in the history of conversion, giving us two types, which Starbuck calls the volitional type, and the type-by-self-surrender, respectively. In the volitional type, the regenerative change is usually gradual and consists in the building up, piece by piece, of a new set of moral and spiritual habits. But there are always critical points here, at which the movement forward seems much more rapid. This psychological fact is abundantly illustrated by Dr. Starbuck. Our education in any practical accomplishment proceeds apparently by jerks and starts, just as the growth of our physical bodies does. Quote, An athlete sometimes awakens suddenly to an understanding of the fine points of the game and to a real enjoyment of it, just as the convert awakens to an appreciation of religion. If he keeps on engaging in the sport, there may come a day when all at once the game plays itself through him, when he loses himself in some great contest. In the same way, a musician may suddenly reach a point at which pleasure in the technique of the art entirely falls away, and in some moment of inspiration, he becomes the instrument through which music flows. The writer has chance to hear two different married persons, both of whose wedded lives had been beautiful from the beginning, relate that not until a year or more after marriage did they awake to the full blessedness of married life. So it is with the religious experience of these persons we are studying. Close quote, We shall err long here still more remarkable illustrations of subconsciously maturing processes eventuating in results of which we suddenly grow conscious. Sir William Hamilton and Professor Leacock of Edinburgh were among the first to call attention to this class of effects, but Dr. Carpenter first, unless I am mistaken, was the term unconscious celebration, which has since then been a popular phrase of explanation. The facts are now known to us far more extensively than he could know then, and the adjective unconscious, being for many of them almost certainly a misnomer, is better replaced by the vaguer term subconscious or subliminal. Of the volitional type of conversion, it would be easy to give examples, but they are as a rule less interesting than those of the self-surrender type in which the subconscious effects are more abundant and often startling. Footnote, For instance, C. G. Finney italicizes the volitional element. Quote, Just at this point, the whole question of gospel salvation opened to my mind in a matter most marvelous to me at the time. I think I then saw, as clearly as I ever have in my life, the reality and fullness of the atonement of Christ. Gospel salvation seemed to me to be an offer of something to be accepted, and all that was necessary on my part was to get my own consent to give up my sins and accept Christ. After this distinct revelation had stood for some little time before my mind, the question seemed to be put. Will you accept it now, today?  Close quote. He then went into the woods where he describes his struggles. He could not pray. His heart was hardened in its pride. Quote, I then reproached myself for having promised to give my heart to God before I left the woods. When I came to try, I found I could not. My inward soul hung back and there was no going out of my heart to God. The thought was pressing me of the rashness of my promise that I would give my heart to God that day or die in the attempt. It seemed to me as if that was binding on my soul and yet I was going to break my vow. A great sinking and discouragement came over me and I felt almost too weak to stand upon my knees. Just at this moment I again thought I heard someone approach me and I opened my eyes to see whether it were so. But right there, the revelation of my pride of heart as the great difficulty that stood in the way was distinctly shown to me.  What I said, such a degraded sinner as I am on my knees confessing my sins to the great God and ashamed to have any human being and a sinner like myself find me on my knees endeavoring to make my peace with my offended God. The sin appeared awful infinite. It broke me down before the Lord. Close quote End footnote I will therefore hurry to the latter, the more so because the difference between the two types is after all not radical even in the most voluntarily built up sort of regeneration there are passages of partial self-surrender interposed and in the great majority of all cases when the will has done its uttermost towards bringing one close to the complete unification aspired after it seems that the very last step must be left to other forces and performed without the help of its activity. In other words, self-surrender becomes then indispensable the personal will says Dr. Starbuck must be given up in many cases relief persistently refuses to come until the person ceases to resist or to make an effort in the direction he desires to go close quote quote I had said I would not give up but when my will was broken it was all over writes one of starbucks correspondence another says quote I simply said Lord I have done all I can I leave the whole matter with thee and immediately there came to me a great peace close quote another quote all at once it occurred to me that I might be saved too if I would stop trying to do it all myself and follow Jesus somehow I lost my load close quote another quote I finally ceased to resist and gave myself up though it was a hard struggle gradually the feeling came over me that I had done my part and God was willing to do his close quote quote Lord thy will be done damn or save cries John Nelson exhausted with the anxious struggle to escape damnation and at that moment his soul was filled with peace doctor starbucks gives an interesting and it seems to me a true account so far as conceptions so schematic can claim truth at all of the reasons why self surrender at the last moment should be so indispensable to begin with there are two things in the mind of the candidate for conversion first the present incompleteness or wrongness the sin which he is eager to escape from and second the positive ideal which he longs to compass now with most of us the sense of our present wrongness is a far more distinct piece of our consciousness than is the imagination of any positive ideal we can aim at in a majority of cases indeed the sin almost exclusively and grosses the intention so that conversion is quote a process of struggling away from sin rather than of striving towards righteousness close quote a man's conscious wit and will so far as they strain towards the ideal are aiming at something only dimly and accurately imagined yet all the while the forces of mere organic ripening within him are going on towards their own prefigured result and his conscious straining are letting loose subconscious allies behind the scenes which in their way work towards rearrangement and the rearrangement towards which all these deeper forces pretty surely definite and definitely different from what he consciously conceives and determines it may consequently be actually interfered with jammed as it were like the lost word when we seek to energetically to recall it by his voluntary efforts slanting from the true direction star book seems to put his finger on the root of the matter when he says the personal will is still to live in the region where the imperfect self is the thing most emphasized where on the contrary the subconscious forces take the lead it is more probably the better self in posse which directs the operation instead of being clumsily and vaguely aimed at from without it is then itself the organizing center what then must the person do he must relax says doctor star book quote that is he must fall back on the larger power that makes for righteousness which has been welling up in his own being and let it finish in its own way the work it has begun the act of yielding in this point of view is giving oneself over to the new life making it the center of a new personality and living from within the truth of it which had before been viewed objectively close quote quote man's extremity is God's opportunity close quote is the theological way of putting this fact of the need of self surrender whilst the psychological way of stating it would be quote let one do all in one's power and one's nervous system will do the rest close quote both statements acknowledge the same fact to state it in terms of our own symbolism when the new center of personal energy has been subconsciously incubated so long as to be just ready to open into flower hands off is the only word for us it must birth forth unaided we have used the vague and abstract language of psychology but since in any terms the crisis described is the throwing of our conscious selves upon the mercy of powers which whatever they may be are more ideal than we are actually and make for our redemption you see why self surrender has been and always must be regarded as the vital turning point of the religious life so far as the religious life is spiritual and no affair of outer works and ritual and sacraments one may say that the whole development of Christianity in inwardness has consisted in little more than the greater and greater emphasis attached to this crisis of self surrender from Catholicism to Lutheranism and then to Calvinism from that to Wesleyanism and from this outside of technical Christianity altogether to pure liberalism or transcendental idealism whether or not of the mind cure type taking in the medieval mystics the quietists, the pietists and Quakers by the way we can trace the stages of progress towards the idea of an immediate spiritual help experienced by the individual in his forlornness and standing in no essential need of doctrinal apparatus or initiatory machinery psychology and religion are thus in perfect harmony up to this point since both admit that there are forces seemingly outside of the conscious individual that bring redemption to his life nevertheless psychology defined in these forces as subconscious and speaking of their effects as due to incubation or celebration it implies that they do not transcend the individual's personality and herein she diverges from Christian theology which insists that they are direct supernatural operations of the deity I propose to you that we do not yet consider this divergence final but leave the question for a while in abeyance continued inquiry may enable us to get rid of some of the apparent discord for a moment more to the psychology of self surrender when you find a man living on the ragged edge of his consciousness pent into his sin and want and incompleteness and consequently inconsolable and then simply tell him that all is well with him that he must stop his worry break with his discontent and give up his anxiety you seem to him to come with pure absurdities more positive consciousness he has tells him that all is not well and the better way you offer sounds simply as if you propose to him to assert cold blooded falsehoods the will to believe cannot be stretched as far as that we can make ourselves more faithful to a belief of which we have the rudiments but we cannot create a belief out of the whole cloth when our perception actively assures us of its opposite the better mind proposed to us comes in that case in the form of a pure negation of the only mind we have and we cannot actively will a pure negation there are only two ways in which it is possible to get rid of anger worry fear despair or other undesirable affections one is that an opposite affection should overpoweringly break over us and the other is by getting so exhausted with the struggle that we have to stop so we drop down, give up and don't care any longer our emotional brain centers strike work and we lapse into a temporary apathy now there is documentary proof that this state of temporary exhaustion not infrequently forms part of the conversion crisis so long as the egoistic worry of the sick soul guards the door the expansive confidence of the soul of faith gains no presence but let the former faint away even but for a moment and the latter can profit by the opportunity and having once acquired possession may retain it Carlisle's toyfield strike passes from the everlasting no to the everlasting yes through a center of indifference let me give you a good illustration of this feature in the conversion process that genuine saint David brainer describes his own crisis in the following words quote one morning while I was walking in a solitary place as usual I at once saw that all my contrivances and projects to affect or procure deliverance and salvation for myself were utterly in vain I was brought quite to a stand as finding myself totally lost I saw that it was forever impossible for me to do anything towards helping or delivering myself that I had made all the pleas I ever could have made to all eternity and that all my pleas were in vain for I saw that self-interest had led me to pray and that I had never once prayed from any respect to the glory of God I saw that there was no necessary connection between my prayers and the bestowment of divine mercy that they laid not the least obligation upon God to bestow his grace upon me and that there was no more virtue or goodness in them than there would be in my paddling with my hand in the water I saw that I had been heaping up my devotions before God fasting, praying, etc pretending and indeed really thinking sometimes that I was aiming at the glory of God whereas I never once truly intended it but only my own happiness I saw that as I had never done anything for God I had no claim on anything from him but perdition on account of my hypocrisy and mockery when I saw evidently that I had regard to nothing but self-interest then my duties appeared a vile mockery and a continual course of lies for the whole was nothing but self-worship and an horrid abuse to God I continued, as I remember in the state of mind from Friday morning to the Sabbath evening following July 12th, 1739 when I was walking again in the same solitary place here, in a mournful melancholy state I was attempting to pray but found no heart to engage in that or any other duty my former concern exercise and religious affections were now gone I thought that the spirit of God had quite left me but still was not distressed yet disconsolate as if there was nothing in heaven the earth could make me happy having been thus endeavoring to pray though as I thought very stupid and senseless for near half an hour then as I was walking in a thick grove unspeakable glory seemed to open to the apprehension of my soul I do not mean any external brightness nor any imagination of a body of light but it was a new inward apprehension or view that I had of God such as I never had before nor anything which had the least resemblance to it I had no particular apprehension of any one person in the trinity either the Father, the Son or the Holy Ghost but it appeared to be divine glory my soul rejoiced with joy unspeakable to see such a God such a glorious divine being and I was inwardly pleased satisfied that he should be God over all forever and ever my soul was so captivated and delighted with the excellency of God that I was even swallowed up in him at least to that degree that I had no thought about my own salvation and scarce reflected that there was such a creature as myself I continued in this state of inward joy peace and astonishing till near dark without any abatement and then began to think and examine what I had seen and felt sweetly composed in my mind all the evening following I felt myself in a new world and everything about me appeared with a different aspect from what it was want to do at this time the way of salvation opened to me with such infinite wisdom suitableness and excellency that I wondered I should ever think any other way of salvation was amazed that I had not dropped my own contrivances and complied with this lovely, blessed and excellent way before if I could have been saved by my own duties or any other way that I formally contrived my whole soul would now have refused it I wondered that all the world did not see and comply with this way of salvation entirely by the righteousness of Christ close quote I have italicized the passage which records the exhaustion of the anxious emotion hitherto habitual in a large proportion perhaps the majority of reports the writers speak as if the exhaustion of the lower and the entrance of the higher emotion were simultaneous yet often again they speak as if the higher actively drove the lower out footnote describing the whole phenomenon as a change of equilibrium we might say that the movement of new psychic energies towards the personal center and the recession of old ones towards the margin or the rising of some objects above and the sinking of others below the conscious threshold were only two ways of describing an indivisible event doubtless this is often true and star book is right when he says that self surrender and new determination though seeming at first sight to be such different experiences are quote really the same thing self surrender sees the change in terms of the old self determination sees it in terms of the new close quote end footnote this is undoubtedly true in a great many instances as we shall presently see but often there seems little doubt that both conditions subconscious ripening of the one affection and exhaustion of the other must simultaneously have conspired in order to produce the result T. W. B. a convert of nettle tons being brought to an acute paroxysm of conviction of sin eight nothing all day locked himself in his room in the evening in complete despair crying how long how long after repeating this and similar language he says quote several times I seemed to sink away into a state of insensibility when I came to myself I was on my knees pray not for myself but for others I felt submission to the will of God willing that he should do with me as should seem good in his sight my concern seemed all lost in concern for others close quote our great American revivalist Finney writes quote I said to myself what is this I must have grieved the Holy Spirit entirely away I have lost all my conviction I have not a particle of concern about my soul and it must be that the Spirit has left me why I never was so far from being concerned about my own salvation in my life I tried to recall my convictions to get back again the load of sin under which I had been laboring I tried in vain to make myself anxious I was so quiet and peaceful that I tried to feel concerned about that lest it should be the result of my having grieved the Spirit away close quote but beyond all question there are persons in whom quite independently of any exhaustion in the subject's capacity for feeling or even in the absence of any acute previous feeling the higher condition having reached the due degree of energy bursts through all barriers and sweeps in like a sudden flood these are the most striking and memorable cases the cases of instantaneous conversion to which the conception of divine grace has been most peculiarly attached I have given one of them at length the case of Mr. Bradley but I had better reserve the other cases and my comments on the rest of the subject for the following lecture end of lecture 9


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Nick Carter master detective today's Nick Carter adventure the case of the Haunted Burial cave I wish I hadn't come into this whole cave. I hate places like this I always feel as if the roof were going to drop on me my This section of the cave is huge. Yes. I think the secret burial chamber. We're looking for must be much like this Look at those big rocks up there hanging over it. Well somebody up there without the landing get back against the wall Now another intriguing transcribe adventure with Nick Carter master detective Resented in cooperation with a mutual network by dr. Sholes in opan world famous relief for corn calluses bunions and sore toes in a moment the case of the Haunted Burial cave But first are you one of the four million? 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This message is brought to you as a public service Now today's adventure starring Lon Clark as Nick Carter the case of the Haunted Burial cave In an isolated area near the Canadian border a Small archaeological expedition is capped near the mouth of an unexplored cave The head of the exploring party Cole Adams crouches alone on a narrow ledge in the huge cavern The pale light of his lantern casting distorted shadows on the dripping wall Who's there? Is that you Farrell? Well answer me Why are you hiding in the shadows? The view from this plane is just magnificent. Yeah lovely country So Mr. Farrell you found Mr. Adams after he was attacked that right? Yes, that's right His wife was worried when he didn't come back. So I went into the cave after him He was still unconscious, but it's all right now. Oh, yes, miss bone. He's fully recovered now I'm still not certain. That's why mr. Adams asked me to come up here Well the nearest town is 30 miles away Mr. Adams went in and talked to the deputy sheriff there, but the man refused to take any action Oh, but surely with such a clear case of assaults of intensive kill The authorities will be forced to investigate Well, most of these people feel we have no right to be poking around in the old burial cave And they'd be very happy if we decided to pack up and leave So when the deputy sheriff refused to take any action, Mr. Adams called Nick Yes, and when you agreed to come up here, I was sent to meet you It's only about an hour by plane, but it takes forever in a car. The roads are bad Who's backing this expedition, mr. Farrell? Adams secured a grant from the Norwood foundation He and his wife were in this district last year on a vacation Adams heard about this cave did some superficial exploring and decided it might be a very rich archaeological find Oh, I hadn't the cave been explored before now Well, it's fairly inaccessible and there are a lot of superstitious stories about the place The natives are sure it's haunted by the ghosts of the old Indians who were buried there I see How many members in your party? Well, there's Cole Adams, his wife and myself And we hired a guide, an Indian named Sam Big Eagle At first he claimed he could lead us directly to the hidden burial chamber But since we hired him, he's done nothing but slow us up Hey, is that Echo Lake over there, mr. Farrell? Yes, that's it. You can see Jeff White's cabin through the trees there Well, who's Jeff White? Oh, he's a very nice guy. He's he's blind. He lives there on the lake all by himself I see Mr. Farrell, you said your Indian guide blamed the ghosts of his dead forefathers for the attack on Cole Adams What do you think happened? Well, I'm an archaeologist, mr. Carter, not a detective, but I'm sure of one thing Those big purple bruises on Cole Adams's throat weren't made by a ghost The entrance to the cave certainly isn't very large, mr. Adams. No, it's most deceptive But after the first 25 yards, the entrance passage grows progressively larger I see We'll have a look at it in the morning I must say, mr. Carter, that I'm sorry you agreed to come up here Eve, uh, why do you say that, Mrs. Adams? Because if you'd refused, Cole might have been willing to give up this silly exploration I've too much at stake to be frightened off by a few ghost stories And was it a ghost that nearly choked you to death? No, it was not. Those were very human fingers at my choke I'm hoping mr. Carter will soon be able to tell us who it was trying to murder me and why Oh, no. Where are all these florists? Oh, uh, over here, Jeff, by the cave entrance But this is Jeff White, the blind man we were telling about earlier Oh, yes Kevin tells me you have guests, Cole Yes, that's right. Nick Carter and his assistant, Miss Bowen This is Jeff White, the mayor of Echo Lake Hello, Mr. White That title is quite unofficial, but welcome anyway You've come to investigate the attack on Cole Yes, that's right. I'm glad I was afraid Cole might decide to pack up and leave And I've been spoiled by having someone to talk with You mean you live up here all alone, Mr. White? I do now, Miss Bowen I hope you'll both come to see me while you're here Oh, they certainly will, Jeff I want them to see your house. It's just beautiful That's thanks to Muriel Well, I mustn't stay. I just wanted to say hello Oh, Mr. White, aren't you afraid to wander through these woods alone after dark? For me, Miss Bowen, it's always dark And I feel perfectly safe in these woods I know all these paths by heart Cash, I think that's remarkable Well, he's a remarkable man, Miss Bowen He was a brilliant chemist and was blinded in the laboratory explosion Yes, I noticed the Phi Beta Kappa key wears on the key chain He received a large cash settlement for loss of his eyes And he and his wife came up here to live Is she the Muriel he mentioned?  Yep, just disappeared Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling rather tired I think I'll turn in Good night Good night Mr. Adams, the morning you were attacked You got up early and you went into that cave alone That's right. I'd gone some distance inside when it seemed to me that I heard digging Digging? But it was very remote and it stopped as I approached And then without warning, I was seized from behind Oh, tell me, do you think it could have been some Indian who resents this intrusion upon a sacred burial cave? It could be Or it might have been someone using that as a cover-up, Mr. Carter How do you mean? As you noticed, I have a most attractive wife Many years younger than I am My assistant, Kevin Farrell, has quite a reputation as a Don Juan with a lady Are you accusing your assistant of trying to murder you? No, I am making no accusations I only know that someone tried to kill me and I expect you, Mr. Carter, to find out who it was and See to it that a second attempt doesn't succeed In just a moment, we'll return to today's adventure with Nick Carter, Master Detective But first, you know, from early childhood, we're taught not to neglect our eyes or teeth But when it comes to our feet, it's another story Yes, government records prove that seven out of every 10 of us are troubled by either painful Corns, calluses, bunions, sore toes, or tender spots on the feet And for one reason only, shoe friction and pressure Now the way to stop all that needless distress in a hurry Is to properly protect any sensitive spots on your feet or toes with soothing, cushioning Dr. Shoal Xenopads Xenopads give super fast relief from pain Make new or tight shoes feel easy on the feet Stop your corn, calluses, and blisters before they can start Remove corn and calluses one of the fastest ways known to medical science When used with the separate medications included in every box No other method can make all these claims Yet Dr. Shoal Xenopads cost only pennies at application So get a box right away That's Dr. Shoal Xeno Z-I-N-O Dr. Shoal's Xenopads sold everywhere Now back to the case of the Haunted Burial Cave Today's adventure with Nick Carter It's late morning And Nick and Patsy, accompanied by Cole Adams and his wife, are preparing to enter the mysterious burial cave I don't know where that Indian guide of ours is, but I guess we can manage just as well with Autumn is with him I haven't seen him all morning Uh, where is Mr. Varl? Well, he says he's going to try to catch us some fresh fish for lunch Oh, honestly Cole, that coat of yours still reeks of more fall It's a good clean smell, dear You have your lantern, Mr. Carter? All set, and I have mine, so I think we're ready No, you're not going there No There's your missing guide He's been in the cave. That's why we haven't seen him You're not going sacred cave Oh, now look here Sam, I'm not paying you to wander off whenever the notion takes you Now what were you doing in the cave?  What is it, Nick? That's some old 38th cartridges, Betsy Someone stood here and fired a dozen or more shots Look here on this wall Someone's tried to scratch a message And you are Murder, maybe? Oh, it's probably just somebody wanting to leave their name for posterity Well, it's been written fairly reasonably, I'd say Well, shall we go ahead? Yeah So, Mr. Adams, what did your Indian guide do for a living before he hired on the view? A little of everything, hunting, trapping, prospecting Prospecting for gold? Oh, no, no, the uranium fever hit this country Everybody was out hoping to find a rich uranium pocket and get wealthy overnight My perception of the cave is huge I think the burial chamber must be something like this Oh, look at those big rocks up there They just seem to pain What? Somebody up above us, pull out the lanterns, get back against the wall Yes, that's big rocks, they've got a crush on this Mrs. Adams seems to be resting quietly now Oh, good Well, Mr. Adams, how about it? Shall we go back to the cave? We've lost so much time now, Mr. Carter I suggest we wait until morning and go in without the lady Oh, well, that's fine with me You think it was some big eagle who pushed the rock down on you, Cole? Yes, Jeff, it must have been He tried to keep us from going into the cave and when that failed, he Probably followed us and tried to crush us with that folder It came too close for comfort If Nick hadn't pushed us all back against the wall, why, we'd have been hit I'm sorry, Niebu's hysterics prevented our investigating further Hey, Farrell hasn't returned from his fishing trip yet, has he? No, I don't see him out in the lake, either I have a suggestion, since Mrs. Adams is so upset, why don't you let us stay here at my cabin Miss Bourne could stay with her and I'll bunk down over at your camp Why, sure Oh, it's very kind of you, Jeff That's quite a collection of keys you have there, Mr. White Oh, it's ridiculous of me, I suppose, to wear them up here But they're keys I used to use when I was a chemist Oh Officers, labs, lockers, so on And I wear them on my belt because I like to hear them jingle They remind me of the past and a very happy past And it certainly a very cheerful sound Well, if we're not going back into the cave today, those we see We can locate Sam Big Eagle Right, there are several questions that Indians got to answer And I'll also be interested to hear what Kevin Farrell has been doing While somebody was trying to kill us Are you accusing me of trying to kill you, Adams?  Probably left early for one of his hikes Night and day are all one to Jeff I suppose we really should have checked at Jeff's cabin To be certain the women are all right Why, shouldn't they be? Well, with Sam Big Eagle prowling around It might have been a good idea to check I think it's more likely he's waiting for us here in the cave Hey, look There's a light up ahead You're right What do you suppose that is? Some kind of a trick? I better go slow It's in the same big chamber where we were attacked yesterday What? A lantern flying on the path Well, has someone decided? Like Sam Big Eagle? No Oh, he's been strangled In just a moment we'll return to today's adventure with Nick Carter, master detective But first, now hear a mutual minute A large portion of the responsibility for keeping the American public The best informed in the world belongs to radio newscasters, commentators and analysts On mutual you'll find veteran newsmen in every category who are experts in their fields And will take the responsibility to you the listener with utmost seriousness Whether you prefer a fast five-minute digest at the big headlines at the moment Or thoughtful penetrating and informed commentary Mutual is your network for news as you like it and when you like it Wednesday evenings, they're full of Lewis Jr. Gabriel Heeter Frank Edwards and Ed Pettit with full quarter hours of news As well as Bill Henry in his famed five-minute capsule And the daytime paper, Robert F. Hurley Heard every Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening And Hazel Markell brings the woman's point of view from the nation's capital Each Tuesday and Thursday evening These are but several of the mutual names for news Hear them regularly over most of these same stations Now back to the case of the haughty burial cave Today's adventure with Nick Carter The body of the murdered guy has been brought out of the cave And Cole Adams has gone to tell his wife and Patsy Outside the cave entrance, Nick and Farrell examine the body How long do you think he's been dead, Mr. Carter? I'd say not more than an hour Well then the killer may still be in the cave This is possible, although it's more likely he got out before we started in That's Cole's coat Sam's wearing and recognize it anywhere Yeah, they had Cole's rifle and the lantern with him too Yeah, strange about the lantern, don't you think? Oh, what do you mean? Well, seems to me that if I'd killed someone I wouldn't go away and leave a lantern burning beside the body Unless, unless I wanted to call attention to the murder Hello, back from the cave so soon? Oh, good morning, Jeff. It's been an accident An accident? Did someone hurt? Someone dead They found the body when we started into the cave No awful shock for poor Mrs. Adams Aunt Neva wasn't with us Cole is going to tell her and Miss Bowen about it now Oh, well I'm glad she was spared the first-hand shock After yesterday it would have been too much Mr. White, you haven't asked us who was murdered I assumed it was the Indian Yes, that's right. He was strangled to death That accounts for his disappearance yesterday No, it doesn't He came back to the camp during the night He's killed early this morning How can you know that? He stole Cole's coat and rifle and lantern Oh, by the way, Mr. White You must have left camp very early this morning Yes, it was very early I couldn't sleep so I went down to the lake I find it soothing to listen to the water I see Well, shall we join Adams and the women at the cabin, Mr. Carr? Yeah, I want to arrange for another expedition into that cave But I can't understand why Sam Big Eagle should have been murdered Maybe it was to frighten the rest of us away I'm no sleuth, Mr. Carter, but mightn't the Indian have been killed because he knew too much? I mean, perhaps he knew who'd attacked Mr. Adams earlier? Yes But why didn't he tell us? Well, he might have been paid to keep quiet Why, yes And then the murderer arranged to meet him in the cave to make a payment and killed him instead Mr. Adams, has it occurred to you that there may be other references to the cave? Well, it's very likely The cave system as complex as this one would be almost certain to have another opening or other openings on the surface But we haven't located any of them as yet Do you want me to go into the village to get the deputy sheriff? Oh, yes, yes, if you will, Mr. Farrell, it'll take me all day That means I can't possibly get him back here before late afternoon tomorrow It's a pity we haven't a telephone Well, I think we should all agree that no one is to go into that dreadful cave again until Kevin gets back with the deputy sheriff Sorry, Mrs. Adams, I can't make such a promise Does that mean you intend to go back into the cave, Mr. Carter? I haven't any choice I've got to go into that cave to find an answer to this riddle Well, when do you mean to go in? That, Mrs. Adams, must be a secret between Miss Bowen and me Mrs. Adams seems to be asleep So do the men So now we'll be able to slip away to the cave without anyone knowing we've gone Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, that's either defeat my purpose Your purpose? Yeah, the killer must hear us leave There's no point in not going into the cave Oh So as we go out, I'll just close this cabin door a little too loudly You think that'll be heard next? By the person listening for it, yeah And now we go to the cave? Yes, but not too quickly We want to allow our killer plenty of time to set his trap I... I don't think we were followed into the cave, Nick. Well, I didn't expect to be. I'm sure the killer has a private entrance. Well, if... if there is someone waiting in here to kill a snake, doesn't this lantern make us an awfully good target? Well, now, Patsy, the lantern isn't important. Oh, it is to me. Golly, I'd hate to be in here in the dark. It's bad enough even for the lantern. Ow! Down, Patsy. I'll stay down, plant. The lantern? I dropped it and it went out. Now... now it can't see. We're shooting at us. That's the way I wanted it. That... that sounds like Jeff White. Ow! Now you two are in the dark, just as I am. That means we're evenly matched, Potter. In the cave, a blind man has the same chance you do. You better give yourself up, White. Give myself up?  It may take time, Carter, but I'm safely hidden behind the big rocks. I can be very patient.  In just a moment, we'll return for the conclusion of today's adventure with Nick Carter, Master Detective. But first, now hear a mutual minute. Remember the song, Accentuate the Positive and Eliminate the Negative? That's a pretty good idea, generally speaking. It's always easy to find something to gripe about, but, well, maybe we find a lot more to sing about if we only started to think for a minute. About the future, for instance. 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I know every crevice in this cave that only a blind man could know it.  Yes. He was going to take Muriel away. So I tricked him into coming here, where I have the advantage. Then I killed him.  Are you? We're hidden in a recess in the walls. So we're protected too. And we can be just as patient as you can. You must have voted him. Sounds like he dropped his gun. Here, I'll strike a match. He's down. There's a gun. How did you hit him in the dark? His keys gave him away, Patsy. When he moved out from behind the rock he got a shot at us. That key chain he wore was just like the bell on a cat. Jeff White certainly had me fooled.  That's right, Mrs. Adam. Since White recovered consciousness, he's given me the whole story. He tricked him into a rendezvous in the cave and then in the total darkness killed them both. The other man put up a fight, didn't he, Nick? He must have, Patsy. Those empty shells I found on the path that first day must have been from his gun. As we did last night and fired at White. But not even White can fire as accurately as you can at a sound, Mr. Carter. Well, then that scrolling on the cave wall near the spot where you found the shells must have been made by White's wife. She started to scratch her name and you are the first part of Muriel. But you must have been killed before she could finish it. After White killed them, he took their bodies to the inner burial chamber. He must have felt sure they'd never be discovered. Yes, but then he let the story leak out that Mrs. White had deserted him for another man. Everyone felt very sorry for White, and that was the end of it. Until we showed up here, prepared to explore that cave. Yes, but you'd given White no warning you were coming, so he couldn't move the bodies. Consequently, he had to frighten you away. And that's all he meant to do at first.  Of course he didn't know that my husband is a stubborn sort who doesn't frighten easily. Well, I guess my calling you into the case, Mr. Carter, must have really panicked White. Had Sam Big Eagle found the bodies, oh, Big Eagle was murdered because he was wearing the coat he'd stolen from Mr. Adams. What's my coat got to do with it? It smelled of mothballs. Hmm? Remember, White had to depend on sounds and odors for identification.  That's right. And he gave himself away when he came into the camp afterwards. Remember, Mr. Farrell, his first reaction to news that there'd been a death was what a shock it'll be for Mrs. Adams. Because he thought he'd killed Cole. That's right.  I imagine he hoped to point suspicion at the Indian guide. What a shock it must have been for him to discover that he'd killed the wrong man. Another thing which pointed to White was the lantern left burning beside the body. Your reaction, Mr. Farrell, was normal. He couldn't understand why a killer would have left the lantern burning. And White simply wasn't aware of the light. Well, Mr. Adams, now that the bodies of Mrs. White and the other man have been recovered, for no reason you shouldn't go ahead with your explorations. This burial cave wasn't haunted by the ghosts of ancient Indians, but by a ruthless killer who feared discovery. Nick Carter, master detective, is produced and directed by Jock McGregor. Copyrighted by Street & Smith Publications Incorporated, it is presented each week at the same time in cooperation with a mutual network by Dr. Scholes in Opads. World-famous relief for corns, calluses, bunions, and sore toes. Lon Clark is starred as Nick. Charlotte Manson is featured as Patsy. Others in today's cast were Arnold Moss, Gertrude Warner, Bob Hague, John Brooster, and George Felton. Today's script by John McGregor. This program is fictional and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or to actual places is purely coincidental. 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