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in the day, perhaps; but as you know, I spend more time in the Heavens than on Earth. Your article struck me like one of those powerful symphonies for which you are so well known, where science and art compete to create the greatest possible effect on our minds. While you seem to touch only lightly on the subject in your article, you actually allow us to see into its true depths.
You are absolutely correct when you say that the words spiritualism spiritualism: the belief that the soul or spirit continues to exist after death and can communicate with the living and materialism materialism: the theory that nothing exists except matter and its movements and modifications are really just words nowadays. This is because we do not yet know the true nature of things, and because recent scientific discoveries suggest that the visible world is built upon an invisible world that acts as its foundation original: "substratum". I thank you for highlighting my modest journey into the realm of the "Unknown," but I ask your permission to respond to your interpretation. You seem to worry that the origins of the word "psychic" have influenced my thinking. According to you, the facts organized in my book do not prove the soul's existence. You correctly accept these facts as authentic, but you argue they only prove this: "That the unknown force producing thought can project itself beyond the body’s limits, allowing one brain to act on another at a distance. It does not follow that this force is spiritual in nature or independent of the brain."
That is the argument I would like to examine and break down.
Let us, if you please, take a specific case and analyze it. A young woman, Miss Z. original: "Mlle. Z.", brought the following story to my office in Paris; I have removed the names to protect their privacy:
When we first met, I was twenty years old and he was thirty-two. Our relationship lasted seven years, and we loved each other deeply.
One day, my friend told me sadly that his circum-