The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1868-11-12
Random ThOughts---NO. 46.
BIZ THE EDITOR.

Last summer there was quite dis.
cussion in the Bible Class at the NJ. K
Church in this place, about tie immor
/ tality Of the soul--its condition between
death and the resurrection of the body,
&c. This, to me, is very interesting
question, and one upon which | desire
all the light of experience, in addition
to what is said in revelation. Does the
soul exist independently of the body
Does it ever sleep, OF become uncon4
scious
In Packard's Monthly for October is
an article entitled Thinking Aloud. F."
1t is highly interesting, and talks of
many things of which l have often
thought, Here, for instance:
81 have often wondered so often,
and SO earnestly-if any two minds ever
run III the same channel, or nearly so.
| have a thousand times tried to mag
inc myself another person, and in fancy
surrounding myself with other condi-
lions and influences, have tried to lose
my identity, and think aud feel as All
other.
have asked myself if sound, and
and sight, and taste were the same
to others as to me; and if the little hab
its of thought which | feel to be pecu-
liar to myself do ever attach to 9th ers.
am almost inclined to test the mat
ter by writing some of these down, and
asking the young men who read this
magazine to compare them with their
own mental peculiarities, and let me
know the result.
| will do it.
Yes. Others have felt the same way.
In the winter of 1923, | was teach
ing school some FIVE miles from home
One Sabbath afternoon l started to 90
to my school, SO as to be on hand early
on Monday morning, When about
half a mile from home, when going
through lonely wood, tried that ex-
pertinent. / tried to disengage soul,
or mind, or whatever you may call it,
from the body, And I Succeedcd The
mind seemed to be freed from the body,
and looked back TO it as upon a stran-
ger, ! became frightened-ran a few
steps, and became all right once more.
| have several times since then ex-
perienced the same sensations. But
they are not pleasant, and try to avoid
them.
The mind, or soul, or whatever tits,
appears not to be confined by time or
space When you retire to bed tonight,
dear reader, and your lights are extin-
guished, set your soul to travelling Sup.
pose you are a man of fifty, you have
had much experience, Cast your mind
back forty years, to the time when you
skated on the old pond, perhaps hun
dreds of miles away Then to the time
you snow balled at school. You can
see with the eye of the SOUL, almost as
distinctly as with the physical eye, the
boy with whom you played, although
he has been in his grave for more than
third of century,
AT such times. | often put myself to
sleep by being a boy once more. |
start along some path, where ! have not
been for twenty years, see the trees,
the logs across the path, the flowers by
the side of the paths hear the songs of
the very same birds, and enjoy the walk
in nearly its exact reality of long ago
These waking dreams are far more
pleasant to me than the often unmean-
ing dreams of sleep.
Is this the soul, that thus travels with
more than the speed of the telegraph :
Ifso, does it live, and think, aud enjoy,
when the body is destroyed3 If 50,
how pure ought the soul to be kept
here.
But have not said half what ! de-
sired to say, and must take up the sub
iect in the future. d. M.