The Tomahawk., 1917-06-14

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shake the vision of him out Of my eyes.
Then I can get into the chair; but !
have learned that I must move very
! quickly in order to accomplish this. Of
ten he fools me and is back again be-
! fore I can sit down.
It is getting unbearable. He is a
jack-in-the-box, the way he pops into
the chair. he does not assume form
slowly. he pops. That is the only
way to describe it. I cannot stand
looking at him much more. That way
lies madness, for it compels me almost
to believe in the reality Of what I
know is not. Besides, Authorizations
do not pop.
Thank. God, he only manifests him.
self in the chair. AS long as occupy
the chair I am quit Of him.
MY device for dislodging him from
the chair by striking my head is fall
ing. I have to hit much more vio-
lently, and I do not succeed perhaps
more than once in q dozen trials. Ny
head is quite sore where have so
repeatedly struck it. I must use the
other hand.
My brother was right. There is an
unseen world. Do not see 1t? Am l
not cursed with the seeing Of it all the
time? Call it a thought, an idea, any
thing you will, still it is there. 1t Is
unacceptable. Thoughts are entities.
We create with every act Of thinking.
I have created this phantom that sits
in my chair and uses my ink. Because
have created him is no reason that
he is any the less real. he is an idea /;
he is an entity; ergo, ideas are entities,
and an entity is a reality.
Query: If a man, with the whole
historical process behind him, can Gre
ate an entity, real thing, then is not
the hypothesis of Creator made sub
stantial? If the stuff of life can create,
then it is fair to assume that there
can be a he who created the stuff of
life. It is merely difference of de-
gree. I have not yet made mountain
nor q solar system, but I have made
] something that sits in my chair. This
being so, may I not some day be able
to make q mountain or solar sys-
tenn?
All his days, down to today, man has
lived In q maze. BE has never seen
the light. I am convinced that 1 am
beginning to see the nght-not as my
brother saw it, by stumbling upon 1t
accidentally, but deliberately and "a
tionally. My brother is dead. he has
ceased. There is no doubt about 1t,
for have made another journey down
Into the cellar to see. The ground was
untouched. broke it myself to make
sure, and saw what made me sure.
NY brother has ceased, yet have 1 re-
| created him. This is not my old broth
er, vet It IS something as nearly re-
sembling him as I could fashion it. I
am unlike other men. am god. I
have created.
Whenever leave the room to go to
bed look back, and there is my broth
er sitting in the chair. And then ]
cannot sleep because Of thinking OF
him sitting through all the long night
hours. And in the morning, when /
open the study door, there he is, and
know he has sat there the night long.
| am becoming desperate from lack
of sleep. I wish I could confide in a
physician.
Blessed sleep! I have won it at
last. Let me tell you. Last night I
was so worn that found myself doz-
ing in my chair. rang for the serv-
ant and ordered him to bring blankets.
slept. ALI night was he banished
from my thoughts as he was banished
from my chair. I shall remain in 1t
all day. It is wonderful relief.
It is uncomfortable to sleep in q
chair. But it is more uncomfortable to
lie in bed, hour after hour, and not