War and the Weird

R. Thurston (Robert Thurston) Hopkins, Forbes Phillips

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of War and the Weird, by
Forbes Phillips and R. Thurston Hopkins
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

Title: War and the Weird
Author: Forbes Phillips
R. Thurston Hopkins
Release Date: April 10, 2008 [EBook #25037]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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Copyright
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Transcriber's Note:
Minor typographical errors have been corrected
without note. Punctuation has been normalised.
Dialect spellings have been retained.

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION
I.THE UNCANNY UNDER FIRE
II.WAR THE REVEALER
III.THE SOUL'S BOUNDARY LINE
IV.THE SPIRITUAL ENTITY
V.ANGELS
VI.FELLOWSHIP WITH THE UNSEEN
VII.THE WHITE COMRADE

FIVE SKETCHES
I.OMBOS
II.THE DE GAMELYN TRADITIONS
III.THE MILLS OF GOD
IV.THE STORY OF A SPY
V.THROUGH THE FURNACE

INTRODUCTION
By Forbes Phillips

ITHE UNCANNY UNDER FIRE

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THEU NCANNYU NDERF RIE"Do you think there is anything in it?" He was a clean-set six-foot specimen of
English manhood, an officer of the R.F.A. wounded at Mons, who spoke. "I
mean I haven't studied these subjects much—in fact, I haven't studied them at
all. Sport is more in my line than spiritualism and that kind of thing, but when
you have experiences brought under your very nose again and again, you
cannot help thinking there must be something in such things." He had just told
me that in the last few minutes' sleep he managed to get on the march to Mons
he dreamt that he was unable to sit his horse. The next day he was wounded
inside his right knee, not seriously, but sufficient to stop him riding for a week or
two. "I should never have thought anything more of it—I mean, connecting the
dream with the ill-luck—but in the South African campaign there were quite
remarkable instances. You see, at such times when you are playing hide-and-
seek with shrapnel, officers and men get very chummy when we do get a spell
for a talk. The Tommies give us their confidences, and ask us all kinds of
strange questions about religious and super-natural things."
Take premonitions, for example. How shall we account for the British
soldier's actual versions of the matter? There are countless stories in this war,
in every war, of men having a warning, a sub-conscious certainty of death. The
battlefield is armed with a full battery of shot, which thrill with human interest
and have around them a halo of something uncanny, supernormal. It may be
that in the stress and shock of battle the strings—some of the strings—of the
human instrument get broken; that poor Tommy, gazing into the night of the
long silence, becomes a prey to morbid fancies, which presently are worked up
into premonitions. There may be something in this, but the men of inaction are
more prone to fancies than men on active service. Another theory suggests that
the same power within which questions, supplies an answer. It may be so; but
no one is anxious for the answer Death brings. One can only smile at the crass
stupidity of most of the explanations given by those who deny the existence of
super-natural agencies and powers. The region of spiritual dynamics is
destined to be the science of the future.
In a somewhat sceptical age it is worth while noticing that from the earliest
dawn of history, under varying forms of government and civilisation with which
we are acquainted, the belief in premonitions was unchallenged. The old
Greeks and Latins were the keenest thinkers the world so far has seen; yet they
believed in ghosts, omens, and premonitions. (They would smile in lofty scorn
at some of the superstitions to-day taught under the Elementary Education Act
of 1870.) Unbelief in such things super-natural, therefore, cannot be accepted
as a sign of lofty mentality. A journalistic friend was staying with me some few
months ago. We were sitting smoking rather late after dinner. "Do you believe
in ghosts?" I asked. "Don't be so absurdly foolish!" he cried angrily. "That's all
right," I remarked quietly. "Now I know you won't mind sleeping in our haunted
room; many foolish people do object." "Great Scott!" he ejaculated, "no haunted
room for me!" Nor would he even look at it. He would not face the logical
sequence of his dogmatic unbelief. Only a brave man dare express all he
believes.
Now it is well known that every advance in scientific knowledge is greeted
with mocking laughter. We know the jeers with which even clever men greeted
the Marconi claims. It is not so many years ago that a distinguished member of
the French Academy of Science rose up amongst his colleagues and
pronounced the Edison phonograph to be nothing more than an acoustical
illusion. So we are told that soldiers' visions are optical illusions. That is no
answer. Call them optical delusions if you like, then the query arises what
causes these optical delusions, of which we have countless instances, which

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inform a man of the hour, and sometimes the manner, of his death? To call an
effect by another name does not dispose of the cause of such effect, nor is it
any solution of the mystery.
Few thinkers now, worthy of the name, seriously dispute the existence of
super-natural forces and influences. The whole system of Christianity, of belief
in all ages, is founded upon such things. To-day front-rank men are
investigating in avenues of research where once they sneered. There is much
fraud and cheap talk in ordinary life, but not under fire. Men are not cheap then,
nor are they paltry. Strange that where death is busiest the evidence of life
beyond and above it all should abound. The invisible, full of awe, is also full of
teaching, it is pregnant with whispers. The mind, tuned up to a new tension,
receives all kinds of Marconi-like messages. What sends such whispers? Is it
that in the moment of supreme self-sacrifice and splendid devotion to duty that
spiritual perceptions are sharpened? Who shall say? "He was hit, and he
rushed forward shouting, 'Why, there's my——' then he dropped dead, but he
saw someone, of that I am sure." So spoke a man of the A.S.C., who saw his
comrade die. Deep calls to deep, and if we put our ear to the call we may hear
the message. On the battlefield, as in no other place, there is the call of soul to
soul, of heart to heart, intensified by all our powers of emotion, which duty calls
forth at their best. Tommy Atkins stares more fixedly into the dim future, the
greater the gloom the more he searches for the gleam, and sometimes it is
vouchsafed to him. There is no doubt that mind calls to mind. After all, time and
space are artificial things. They cannot be spiritual barriers. Why should a
mother, thinking of her lad at the front in a supreme moment of affection and
deep yearning, not be able to do what frequently happens unconsciously
among ordinary acquaintances? Often a thought will pass from one mind to
another in a moment of silence.
The uncanny under fire must take its place among things to be investigated,
the evidence is too convincing to be pooh-poohed. Science and philosophy are
now boldly entering the dim regions of the occult in search of its laws; on the
battlefield Tommy Atkins is already there thinking over weird things and he
comes to conclusions, finding the lights by which he steers.
This chapter could not be complete without mentioning another mystery of
the battlefield: it is this—the number of instances in which the Germans have
savagely pounded a church with their artillery, only to find on entering the ruin
that the cross was still there erect and intact. One Uhlan soldier climbed upon
an altar to smash a crucifix, slipped and put his ankle out. That may be a
coincidence. Next moment a shell killed him and one of his comrades, the
crucifix remained uninjured. Soldiers, French and British, talk of these uncanny
things, interpreting them in several ways, but each of these ways is the pathway
of the spirit—perhaps part of the altar steps on which men climb up through the
darkness to God.

II

WAR THE REVEALER

War is not only the Great Educator, it is the Great Revealer. Its marches and
bivouacs, its battles, its commonplaces and surprises, its trials and its triumphs,
are a singular school of experience. The various impacts upon man's
psychological anatomy produce strange results. They seem like the blows of

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some Invisible Sculptor, producing out of commonplace material a hero and it
may be a demi-god. The opening orchestra of shot and shell braces up the
mind of the soldier and attunes it up to receive new sensitiveness. The