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He said the devil its hellish cold. Nevertheless he bathed and swam far out into the lake. Later, he breakfast and soon cited his work. He wrote. In the beginning was emotion. And when it ruled the world it subjected all things to itself. And none ruled beside it then something new came called reason. Step by step it fought against the old Power and yet it could never win that Mighty autocratic rule, which the other had once had then long before I could conquer emotion and new greater power appeared which pressed hard upon the two older ones. With strong Lowe's experience defeated reason, but could not so easily Prevail against the more ancient ruler emotion. That is how it stands now with poor reason weekly defending small strongholds blind emotional Instinct still holds great territories with tough tenacity. But on conquerable experience with ever new weapons continues to rob the others of their lands. emotion expressed itself in the rule of theology reason stepped forth against it as philosophy. But then man learned by experience and found that neither reason nor emotion could reveal the laws of this world to him. To be sure he needed them both and they may lead him. Well. But he can gain knowledge only by burrowing to the Ultimate Reality of things and stripping them of all mirror phenomenalism. Thus stands the dream God emotion reason and experience. What them one can conquer the world emotion tasks where does man come from and gives its answer which applies to everything God created him? Then reason comes and says no there is no God. But it does not really answer the great question that all finally experience comes and teaches us the truth concerning man's origin. It gives us a long chain and shows his descent link by link. Reason Puffs itself up and cries there are missing links, but experience finds these missing links one today and another again tomorrow. Emotion is cunning. It says nothing. It is blind and puts its finger to add ears. Emotion preaches its ancient little speech. Oh men are descended from Adam e but reason proceeds and build systems and deeds itself, very wise indeed one man says there are three races of men in the world. And another that there are five in the third that there are seven. And a fourth that there are 12. A hundred wise men build a hundred systems and each cause the other fool and in this point, they are all right, but one should not reproach them. We seek and we dig and it avails us nothing if chance does not come to our help better you happen to find an old bone and suddenly no more than all the Learned men before you don't be arrogant because you had good luck. experience alone can scarcely lead to any ultimate knowledge emotion must point the way and reason must help last one lose one's way in all The Gardens of error. Jacob looked over his table over the great pile of books and manuscripts. There lies my experience. He thought the Motions revealed the way to me. I know that is the right way. So my reason help me now. He brewed it closed his eyes and supported his head with both hands. Slowly fragment by fragment. He grasped all that he had gathered and formed once more the same great image. He reflected searchingly after every detail stubbornly looking for some error here and there and he found none. Probably his account was straight. Again, and again, he sought to locate a point and offered some weakness to attack, but he consistently found that his point was firm. No, he was not mistaken. The Cro-Magnon race had disappeared from Europe. It's a Pity that it was surely the best of all They were giants in Cro-Magnon folk when erect they were over 2 meters tall. Their skull was larger by 1/4 than any of the other races of their time. Their nose and Chin protruded and in the age of the mammoth, they already resemble the Europeans of our day. They were great hunters an excellent artists even today. We admire their delineations of animals on the cliff sides of the valley of vizier, which they carved their toward the end of the Ice Age. We have traces of them in Spain in France in Monrovia. But the race is extinct and they are not our ancestors there remained the men of Grimaldi of Galley Hill and of Neanderthal. In the caverns of the ruse the Red Cliffs of Mentone were found among the number of Cro-Magnon men to skeletons of another type. It's Grimaldi race reminded one of the Zulus of today and its jaw formation and also showed strange characteristics in other respects, too. Now it is certain however that at that time the separation between Europe and Africa was much smaller than it is today. Therefore it is not surprising that the animals and Men of the two continents stood in much closer relation. And even today negroid traces are found among the inhabitants of the Mediterranean countries. But the race of Grimaldi Bears no relation to the galley hillfolk. The later are found exclusively in the north as the former are in the south. And they were as different from them as from the Neanderthal race in the middle. The top of their skull was very long and narrow Bolton higher and showed no protuberance is above the eye the lower jaw. However, showed the chin projection like that of the noble race of Cro-Magnon. Then in the middle along a broad belt throughout the race of Neanderthal. They must have spread out far to the North and to the South and their time which was the glacial period of the Alps in this way one finds the remains of these Mountain Folk. Always at the extreme end of the Highlands. In the Ardennes and the duchy of burgundy on the shores of the neck are among the last foothills of the car. So the carpathians and of the western Alps. And this much was certain the Neanderthal man and the man of spy the man of crappy NE and the man of korra's. Oh they all belong to the same race as did the boy of moose ta and the woman of Kirkland. They were a great folk then stretching from the Spurs of the carpathians to the very Cliffs of Brittany. I think of the hills even as they are today. Jacob pondered this with the difference between then and now such an enormous one. one estimated the space of time at three-and-a-half millions of years and for such a space the development seemed exceedingly small to him. Did not Pietro NOS Claire and the short neck blasphemy a disturbingly remind one of those prehistoric men. Did not that thick haired long arm serving-man of the American with his huge dewlap and his frightful jaw. Look exactly like some strong boned contemporary of the mammoth. He might have been forward in the same manner as he followed his hero today crept into a cavern with a dull cry to throw himself upon a bear. the clumsy Stone Hatchet in his hand You could imagine him how he might have sat crouching not altogether tearing it raw flesh split during the hard bones against The Rock and sucking their marrow. Yes, that's what the man with the glider ought to do. It would be more seemly for him than talking about his soul. The whole valley of shkodra seemed to him to be a cage full of wild beasts. The fathers of that prehistoric time and climbed all around the lake and the hollows and caverns and their brood still crept there even today animals animals. He lifted his arm as if he were swinging a whip. They should jump through hoops for him on that same day. He went to see mr. Peter. The sun had sent the peasants were creeping into their houses. Like chickens eat that. He went through the village and climbed up to the Americans house. He meant the Americans small Stout and chubby wife in the garden. She bowed to him and pointed to the barn. My husband is in the meeting Hall. She said he'll be here in a moment. She led him into the house and offered him a chair. He spoke to her in Praise of The Shining copper viewers and jugs hung above the hearth. How they gleam and shine she nodded solemnly. I'm accustomed to having them that way. My husband says I wasted too much time on Earthly things and look up too little to our lord Jesus. She went on talking and she kept saying my husband and my husband. These words issued continually from her mouth like white flour from a mill. Jacob interrupted her do tell me as your husband. So Pious during the night surely. He sleeps then the burger meas woman. Shook her head. Yes, but even in his sleep, my husband does not forget the Lord. Suddenly, he will get up out of his bed kneel down and pray. My husband is as Pious as that sometimes to my husband walk over to the meeting hall or even into the village in the middle of the night and then he comes back and goes to the bed and in the morning remembers nothing about it. My husband suddenly she got up frightened. Here. He comes she whispered. She opened the door for him. The doctor is here. Then she put a candle on the table and slipped out some plea Pietro greeted him morosely and reservedly then lowered his head and squinted at him timidly and a assembly Jacob thought Just wait my good animal. I'll teach you how to dance. He cried out to him. How was business mr. Peter started and duct as if under the Lash of a whip. Then with a sweet and sour Smiley said, thank you. He didn't even dare to pretend that he had not understood the strangers calling his sacred activity business. Thank you. Everything rests in the hands of the Lord. I pray to him that he may bless my work. Jacob said the Lord will not bless your work. He demands more than singing and praying. Doubting himself that convinced by the decided tone of the stranger Pietro lived at his glance. What does he demand he asked timidly? Jacob was silent everything of the American did his meetings was a senseless imitation of his Pennsylvania sect this singing and preaching is praying and confessing and making a music could only have one purpose till we can believe that might serve very well for the Protestant masses who'd lost their belief in might with its noise learn dull crowds back to the grass for a while. Even as the trumpet of the dryer attracts people to booths affair. But could it Avail here all these beasts and Valdez gotra stood as firm in their faith as their own mountains. There had never risen in them the singled out of all which they had once drawn in from the bits and the debts of their mothers. To bring Faith to this valley-wide grew in every Fisher bloomed and spread wrinkly from the walls and throttled the belly. Now these people needed something else. If it had a yearning for anything at all. If it harbored an unconscious desire for some event to interrupt the empty slot of the monotonous years. It could be only one thing a miracle. He laid his hand on the Americans shoulder his voice was soft and yet I was strangely penetrating quality. Listen Pietro knows Claire. the Lord demands a miracle of you Mr. Peter stared at him horrified. I am to perform a miracle I mental perform miracles. Don't blaspheme answered Jacob read the history of the Saints, you know, very well that men perform Miracles. You must perform a miracle. The new can be a tro. You are Elijah. Beatrice stared at him without moving incapable of answering the German continued Yes, you are Elijah Elijah the prophet don't you know that the souls of the Saints can slip into new bodies the Lord commands it. You Harbor the soul of Elijah. his words came solely with Assurance permitting No Doubt It is not in vain that the Lord has blessed you so strangely upon the road of life. He led you across the Great Sea cards you to toil bitterly through long years for your daily bread. Then he guided your steps to the congregation of your brother. And in order that the light of his Spirit might Enlighten you In his infinite goodness, he gave you a great gift and made a rich man of you. Mr. Peter nodded silently each word penetrated him. That itself deep into the convulsions of his brain the other continued. But the Lord has a greater thing in mind concerning you therefore he drove you away from The Strange Land. You were to Proclaim his kingdom in the valley of your old home. And the savior's Grace. And here while you slept he breathed into your body the soul of his Pious servant Elijah. Pietro Stoddard like a drunken Moon and steadied himself on the edge of the table. It is true. He whispered. I dream of the blood of the lamb every night. And my wife says that I get up and walk and my sleep. Yes. Jacob nodded. But it is not yourself. It is Elijah the prophet who dwells in you. He arises and praises the Lord in his sleep. And he considers how he met best proclaim the kingdom and the glory and spread them abroad on Earth. He inclined his head and looked at the man picks and Lee Pho NOS Claire. You are the chosen one. The American could hardly old himself, erect. his arms stretched in brief convulsions But then stream of saliva dropped from his half-open lips. I just glanced glowed with the proud intoxication. And lost itself in confused imaginings concerning the exalted Master whose mental had descended upon him. He no longer heard what the other said his fixed eyes beheld the glories of the Kingdom. Jacob shook him angrily come to yourself Pietro. I am speaking to you. Snatched from his dream and confused. He directed his trustful glance at the German. What did the stranger this unbeliever want of him? How he sat there cold smiling and blowing cigarette smoke into his face. He was Elijah the prophet. Jacob tapped him lightly on the knee You are to hear me Pho. Do you understand? Oh, yes, he would have to listen. He saw that clearly. He felt that the stranger was tearing away the fog that lay before his eyes. And was showing him the bath upon which he was to go but for that very reason he hated him. He believed every word that the other spoke and there grew and him the Monstrous reverence which he himself. They call the world must have for himself himself Elijah the Prophet The Chosen them Lord, but their Sabbath is Doctor from heaven knows where But failed miserably to cure the sick woman who me and healed this unbelieving dog who had laughed aloud in meeting when his farm ants girl had confessed his soul. There he sat with every look with every gesture. He showed his boundless condemned he ground his teeth. Just why this man been sent and he considered The ways of the Lord are past finding out he murmured he bowed and said and toneless voice speak doctor. What am I to do? Jacob looked at the others distorted face and interpreted his thoughts clearly. Something tempted him to insult him his foot twitched as if itching to kick him. Bring wine. He commanded the American looked up. He felt the Lash sir. He stammered we have no wind there was never a drop in my house. Wasn't there said Jacob lately? And go to raimondi's in and he sleeps wake him up. He'll be well pleased to sell you some wine Pho arose with difficulty his fists clenched and he crept like a beaten Kerr towards the door. Jacob laughed after him laughed lightly briefly as he had done when the Far Man confessed his soul. A little fresh cigarette thought about what Asian tell the American he nodded and said half aloud. Yes, that will work. Mr. Peter brought the wine. Silently he put the bottle on the table and went to fetch a glass. To said Jacob the other obeyed and the German forced him to touch glasses with him. And empty his glass to fill it again immediately. So Pietro now, you'll understand me better. The American bit his lips and pressed his hands together. One could see what pains he took to follow the words of the stranger. To understand every thought I didn't press it firmly upon his mind. The unaccustomed wine heated him and caused everything that was said to appear even clearer and more natural. But before Jacob began, he asked him Pho do you love me? As the other did not answer. He continued surely. You know, that one should love ones neighbor as oneself. The American looked toward the floor and squirmed like a Schoolboy, but the German would not let him off. You are to tell me the truth Pho this very moment. Do you love me? Man stammered. No, sir, I believe not. Jacob laughed Well, it isn't really necessary. If only you obey and you must obey me or no one will show you the way if I don't. Mr. Peter side. He felt clearly that it was so then listen Pietro Jacob continued. What have you done in your native Village? You have preached Faith to the people if there was no one who was without pain. You have spoken of repentance. And they were all ready to repent long before you came. You persuaded them to confess their sins publicly before the congregation. But do you think that this is enough the eyes of the Lord? Prayer more you've made them to renounce wine. No one can deny that is a meritorious deed, but believe me Pho the Lord demands more. And even those who are your followers will soon enough be satiated with your teaching they to demand something greater of you. You have summoned them to fight the devil and you have promised them to drive him out. What are your weapons song and prayer weapons of wood, but I tell you Pete Row the devil cares little for singing and praying. He laughs all the while he remains quietly crouching behind the stove. If you want to go after him in Earnest, you'll need better weapons. Where's the Armory that can give you weapons strong enough to Avail? The might of Satan note. Well Pietro know Square. I will make it plain to you. I know the world and all its depths behold. I will lead you to the lives of the Saints. Who says Paul the Apostle? Castigate my body and bring it into submission lest that by any means after I have preached to others. I should be a Castaway. You Preach also Pedro But when have you ever castigated your body? I will tell you a story which st. Vincent records. in the monastery of Saint Sylvester near urbino The certain monk died their 700 years ago as always the brothers sang the Lamentations for the Dead songs and Psalms. When they came to the Agnus Dei the dead man arose. They all thronged around him in order to hear what he might say, but he cursed and blasphemed God the cross and the holy virgin. That's our minutes of hell. We said were exceedingly cruel. And no amount of praying and singing would help him. They adjourned to let him repent but out of his mouth issued forth more and more ghastly curses. Than the monks determined to pray for his soul. Finally, however, when all this availed nothing, they stripped themselves of their garments grasp their scourges and beat themselves. But at last reason returned to the desperate dead man, he repented of his error and prayed for forgiveness and thus he lived and praised God the Lord until the next day. Do you understand the meaning of this story Pietro what song and prayer were powerless to do was brought about by scourging. It was that which drove the evil fiend out of the body of the poor monastic Brothers. That is the path which the Saints show us. St. Francis of Assisi new it well and is discouraged or deep wounds into his own flesh and into that of his brothers and sisters. St. Dominic of Guzman flagellated himself until he fell down unconscious. But the mother of God herself tended to his wounds. Whenever he castigated himself, the air was full of evil spirits who held and cursed because the Deeds of this man snatched so many Souls from out of the Eternal fire. Yo Holmes taller was his pupil and the ornament of his order. He swung the whip. No less vigorously than his master. And so to it st. Ignatius of Loyola and raise the scourge against his sinful body. Listen opiate row to this teaching which Saint John of nutria gives us. the blood he said which The Scourge draws from you is mixed with the blood of the Savior shed on the cross to redeem you. Self-castigation renders all confession Superfluous and is more meritorious than even the martyr's death for the former is voluntary, but the latter is enforced. It is a new baptism that I am baptized mm in the blood of the lamb. Every true Christian should be baptized in his own blood. Self-castigation affects the Forgiveness of all former and all future sins. It is better than all good works. Such was the teaching of this holy man. Father Octavius papayas computation of the monastery at Darren calls out to us. Man is incapable of governing the desires of the flesh. But even if his body sins yet, his soul may serve the Lord the soul belongs to God and the body to the world. God speaks to man from above. And the world speaks to him from below each demands as share. But through the castigation of the body that's in which the world bids the man to do is washed away and forgiving. But do not believe Pietra NOS Claire that only holy men humiliated and castigated their body's weak. Women did just as much and often have an opened up to the site of their wounds st. Theresa. The foundress of the Carmelite Order was the first to carried her Scourge together with her missile. When she was seven years old. She read the lives of the Saints which you appear tro. Do not even know today. Together with her little brother. She determined to go among the Heathen in order to suffer a martyr's death. Her parents restrained her and the pious child then lived the life of a hermit. When she was scarcely grown up, she entered a Convent there the Garment of her cloth the rod and the scourge were her friends. She felt but one Rapture to beat herself and to be beaten. She would have given her very life to be able to Scourge. The whole world were to be scourged by the whole world. And her magnificent example found wide imitation among all the monks and the nuns of The Cloister they all emulated each other and using the scourge and thus attaining the kingdom of the Lord. They all castigated themselves daily and some twice and some three times daily. The pious sister Maria to whom thus courage did not suffice peed herself with a poker. Brother Alexander even beat her with a red-hot iron. Still more bias was Sister, Katrina of Cardona. She wore a garment of are cloth and iron chains, which cut deep into her flesh. She lived like a Hermit in the lowest seller and slept on the damp ground with a stone for a pillow. She had many instruments for castigation and last herself uninterrupted for three hours. She wounded herself with needles and thorns and singed her flesh even at night. She scarcely slept but she continued in her only work. At the very mention of her name. the bias Bishop of the Serta wept with profound reverence mother passed the Daya of Siena who belonged to the cistercian order was no less strict. She beat herself with fragments of iron slept in snow and winter and among metals and thorns in summer. When the scourge ripped her skin and shreds she caused salt and vinegar to be poured on her wounds. She lashed her body with thorny branches and lay upon stones and hard beans. To her to by virtue of the scourge. It was vouchsafed to see the Lord Jesus with her own eyes. Shall I name more names to Pietro? The history of the Saints is full of Pious men and women. Who knew well the grace of God that lie in their blows and wounds for he remembers how the Jews tour way his son Jesus from Pontius pilate's house remembers how the men-at-arms bound him and stripped him rest a crown of thorns upon his head. Sat upon him and struck him. And it is pleasing in the eyes of the Lord the pious voluntarily endure the shame and the torture which his beloved Son suffered for the sake of the world. That is the path which leads to the lamb and except for this there is no other. All the saints went this path until all the Lord showed himself. And gave to all of them the grace of Miracles. Did not about a gesture of Saint Benedict the Temple of the Heathen god Apollo of Monte cassino fall into ruins did not st. Ignatius alone perform over 200 Miracles and who shall number the Miracles of st. Francis? Therefore take up the scourge and lash your own body Pierre. Drona's Claire. Are you are Elijah the prophet? Jacob stopped the American stared at him his lips and tongue moved without speaking. It seemed as if he had lost the power of speech. Stammering and with pain the words wrong themselves from him, sir. Sir, who are you you animal the German burst out at him? And he poured a glass full of wine and pressed it to the others lips there during that's it. It's no business of yours who I am you fool. You think over what I've told you that's enough for your brain. Jacob got up and turned to go. One other thing I wanted to tell you Pho and Market. Well, it is true as your brothers and Pennsylvania taught you that alcohol is a poison that the devil dwells in it. And you did right when he preached as they do that one should believe the wine and drink not a drop. But you forgot one thing. That in the hand of the anointed when he stands before the congregation at the feet of the Lord the wind changes into blood which the Savior shed for the sake of mankind. You have forgotten what you yourself saw so often when you went to Holy, Mass. And you have misled everyone here all your brothers and sisters. And they have forgotten the great mystery of transubstantiation. Well Pietro within you dwells the highest servant of the Lord and you are a chosen an anointed one and in your hands the devil's juice must turn into the redeemers blood. Not here to be sure nor now when you drink what I give you. Now you drink Satan's unclean poison when you stand before the congregation then in your hand as in any priests. the wind undergoes the Mystic transformation and then you are to drink and you are to cause your brothers and sisters to drink in order that their bodies to they have a share in the mysterious Grace of the blood of the Lamb. Jacob took the glass filled it a new and sipped then he continued. Remember this well, Pietro. But now my profit take for my hand the glowing poison him Satan. They're said your lips here where my lips have been and drain this glass. The American jumped up and thrust him back. He tried to run from the room. But Jacob barred his passage frightened Pedro stood huddled in a corner of the room behind a bench. No. No, I don't want to go away and let me be Take approach to him the last in his hand. I know you don't want to Pho he said but you must do you hear you must? He gave him the glass and the trembling NOS Claire put it to his lips. He took a mouthful and spat it out again for his mouth burned as it from the fires of hell. You must drink the German insistent. And mr. Peter drank his legs shook. His eyes turned upward. It seems like molten lead that ran down his throat. That is well. Jacob said good night. Then he went Pho now sclera crouched in his Corner his legs trembled and refused their service. He collapsed like a bag. He is boys and me He mount. He crept to the table on all fours raised himself with difficulty took the bottle and shattered it against the edge. his entrails burned he pressed his hands to his abdomen in the belief that he was being consumed from within outward. It was the devil who was in him and tormented him his abdomen swelled up to a mighty Spear and within it Satan's at Greening laughed and neighing love and turned somersaults. He was a black giant his claws were long and hard as steel. He grasped his intestines thrust into them with his pointed horns and exhaled smoke and Fire. Pietro felt the poisonous fumes come up his throat felt the red hot breath issue from his mouth. He held and rolled about on the floor as if he could in this way quench the fire. That was consuming his body. That's Satan stretched out his arm and From Below thrust the pointed nail of his thumb into his head. And then Pietro swung about on his own pivot like a mad Ram. He felt as if the devil or drawing him together from within. Pressing his head down and pulling up his knees to his shoulders. He lay there like a knot like a round ball. Like this the arch enemy now desired to roll them forward down the stairs until the lake deeper ever deeper into the hellish fire. Then he would burst with a loud rapport. And basil Bob would leave forth from him with hellish laughter into the midst of his black companions. But this last strength Pho threw himself upon his knees Lord God in heaven help your servant Elijah. But it came to pass that the fiend went forth from him. And through him forward and down it Bros in his throat like a thick ball it choked and gagged him and forced his mouth wide open. And through his teeth. It's tension vomit Satan spraying driven forth by the name of the Lord Pietro spewed. But Jacob close the door of the Americans house. He saw a figure in the shadow of the trees. He recognized Teresa. He was sold to her as to a dog. She flew to him and behind her and great bounds came the goat Marfa. Have you two been waiting for me? He asked has it been long. Yes said the girl. forgive me He caressed her cheeks he put one arm around her neck the other hand rested on the head of the goat. And he knew that they were both happy. They went home. And this my darling ends our reading of chapter 6. We will return very soon for chapter 7. I hope that you have a very sweet and creepy dreams as always. Good night.
ASMR reading of the classic horror novel, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, by Hanns Heinz Ewers in 1910. Soft spoken. Enjoy with headphones. The story of The Sorcerer's Apprentice begins with a discussion between a priest and the protagonist of the story, a man named Frank Braun. For the purposes of our narrative, the protagonist's name has been replaced with the name Jacob, as a subscriber reward. In the story, Jacob is a wise and thoughtful man seeking a specific truth from a small region in Italy. The priest he comes across is helpful but becomes fearful of Jacob's intelligence and questions. We learn that Jacob believes a man should be able to read and write, a metaphor for a man having both knowledge and the ability to use that knowledge effectively. This will be a chapter by chapter reading of The Sorcerer's Apprentice and will be comprised of 16 total parts. Join me as we learn Jacob's secrets and the secrets he hopes to discover in this classic horror novel by Hanns Heinz Ewers. Here's my debut novel, Sorrow of the Dragon Gods: amzn.to/2E6CT2v  #softspokenasmr #sorcerersapprentice #lovecraftasmr  ---   This episode is sponsored by  · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. 