23/55 SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATIONS A BRIEF RECORD OF MY OWN EXPERIENCES By Sir WM. EARNSHAW COOPER, CIE.
SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATIONS A BRIEF RECORD OF MY OWN EXPERIENCES By Sir WM. EARNSHAW COOPER, CIE.
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- In confounding this figure with that of an old ” servant ” I was at once authoritatively told that — “this is no servant but a friend.” This turned out to be true, but how did the Sensitive know?
- I was shown a curious looking animal believed to be a cow. This animal was regarded of sufficient importance to necessitate re-introduction on the second occasion of my old friend appearing to me. Why? The answer is this—Fourteen or fifteen years ago a movement was started in India to protect the cow (regarded there as a sacred animal).
Money was collected almost entirely among the natives; homes and hospitals were built, and the movement ‘ caught on ‘ and created some stir. As a man of influence, my old friend asked me to join it. I did so, and was, I believe, the only European supporter of the movement in Cawnpore.
By and by some wiseacres fancied they detected a deep political motive, hostile to the British Raj, underlying the affair, and some of my friends, among whom was one of the Directors of the Company of which I was the Chairman, and my old friend the agent for the sale of its cloth and yarn, tried to dissuade me from giving the movement further support.
I, however, declined, and continued to encourage it, because I was convinced that mercy, compassion and altruism were the source of the movement, and not political intrigue. My friend the Lalla was grateful to me for this and never ceased to show it. The introduction of the Cow into the arena of spiritual manifestations, which, without the key, was quite unintelligible, now assumes an amount of interest of the utmost importance and of startling significance.
- In asking for evidence as to the way in which this Eastern spirit-friend was connected with me in business, a spacious room or warehouse, with a number of pillars in it, on the floor of which were large heaps of strange looking material unfamiliar to Mr. Beard, was at once shown.
The warehouse, with its multitude of iron pillars supporting the girder roof, the great heaps of yarn in hanks, scattered over the floor, with the immense stock of baled goods against the wall in the background, are simply a reproduction of a daily scene in the sorting or store room of the Muir (Cotton) Mills in Cawnpore, of which Company I was the Chairman, and my friend the Lalla, the Company’s agent, as I before explained.