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Solitary
life-prisoners
have
been
known
to
resurrect
and
look
upon
the
sun
again
.
Then
why
could
not
these
other-world
memories
of
the
boy
resurrect
?
But
how
?
In
my
judgment
,
by
attainment
of
complete
forgetfulness
of
present
and
of
manhood
past
.
And
again
,
how
?
Hypnotism
should
do
it
.
If
by
hypnotism
the
conscious
mind
were
put
to
sleep
,
and
the
subconscious
mind
awakened
,
then
was
the
thing
accomplished
,
then
would
all
the
dungeon
doors
of
the
brain
be
thrown
wide
,
then
would
the
prisoners
emerge
into
the
sunshine
.
So
I
reasoned
--
with
what
result
you
shall
learn
.
But
first
I
must
tell
how
,
as
a
boy
,
I
had
had
these
other-world
memories
.
I
had
glowed
in
the
clouds
of
glory
I
trailed
from
lives
aforetime
.
Like
any
boy
,
I
had
been
haunted
by
the
other
beings
I
had
been
at
other
times
.
This
had
been
during
my
process
of
becoming
,
ere
the
flux
of
all
that
I
had
ever
been
had
hardened
in
the
mould
of
the
one
personality
that
was
to
be
known
by
men
for
a
few
years
as
Darrell
Standing
.
Let
me
narrate
just
one
incident
.
It
was
up
in
Minnesota
on
the
old
farm
.
I
was
nearly
six
years
old
.
A
missionary
to
China
,
returned
to
the
United
States
and
sent
out
by
the
Board
of
Missions
to
raise
funds
from
the
farmers
,
spent
the
night
in
our
house
.
It
was
in
the
kitchen
just
after
supper
,
as
my
mother
was
helping
me
undress
for
bed
,
and
the
missionary
was
showing
photographs
of
the
Holy
Land
.
And
what
I
am
about
to
tell
you
I
should
long
since
have
forgotten
had
I
not
heard
my
father
recite
it
to
wondering
listeners
so
many
times
during
my
childhood
.
I
cried
out
at
sight
of
one
of
the
photographs
and
looked
at
it
,
first
with
eagerness
,
and
then
with
disappointment
.
It
had
seemed
of
a
sudden
most
familiar
,
in
much
the
same
way
that
my
father
's
barn
would
have
been
in
a
photograph
.
Then
it
had
seemed
altogether
strange
.
But
as
I
continued
to
look
the
haunting
sense
of
familiarity
came
back
.
"
The
Tower
of
David
,
"
the
missionary
said
to
my
mother
.
