‘The shock of discovering that a blazingly original writer has antecedents: the shock of turning from Shakespeare to Marlowe, from Tom Wolfe to Céline. In the zoo of last century’s literature, Muriel Spark has to be classed as one of the Great Cats, a slinking killer, cold and carnivorous, a wise fear in her gait. She was weird in ways her contemporaries only pretended to be; I got the sense that she was genuinely weird, floating almost alone in a sea of feigned weirdness, and also genuinely afraid of existence, in a time when her rivals were only just taking correspondence courses in canned Existentialism. Her concision and style, her grasp of the comedic principle that the characters can’t know they’re funny, and her religious contempt for characters that ended up seeming more compassionate than the cheaper, more earthbound compassion — all this establishes her claim to uniqueness, despite the century of British comic tradition at her back.

‘So it was strange to open Jane Bowles’s only novel, Two Serious Ladies, and find the Spark atmosphere hanging there in 1943, more than a decade before Spark began publishing her fiction. Something bizarre and monastic and sexual lurks beneath the unassuming narration. Dread, too, but an amused one. A wry dread, which blooms at the fringes of human activity.

‘No less than musicians, authors have particular sounds, and often these sounds are less a product of their creative effort than of their inculcating milieu. Dostoevsky didn’t invent the way drunken Russians speak; neither Dickens didn’t invent the way pompous lawyers speak; and Charles Portis blowhards are available to speak to you on diverse matters at every rest stop of our republic. What milieu could have produced the sound of both Spark and Jane Bowles? Both had complex links to both Judaism and homosexuality — could that be the recipe?

‘I suspect no. Their books instead concern this subject matter: a woman branching off from regular society, powered by a kind of Ahab madness; or maybe the better image is of a Brothers Grimm child lost in the woods. In The Driver’s Seat, our heroine takes the eros-thanatos link to unprecedented lengths on her unnerving Eurotrip; in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, the crème de la crème curdles into a one-woman fascist movement.

‘In Two Serious Ladies, we have two parallel narratives, one of motion and the other of stasis. Mrs. Copperfield and her husband travel to sunny Panama, where the bright colors and sassy sex workers unlock her Anglo heart; what the pendulous fruit of Key West did for the frosty insurance executive Wallace Stevens, the street shouts and impoverished splendor of Central America do for Mrs. Copperfield: they fire her imagination. She’s a napper woken by the crawling sunshine.

‘Meanwhile, stateside, Christina Goering encounters the tubby and childlike Arnold, his more charismatic father, and ends up living with both plus her friend Miss Gamelon, in a house on an island, accessible only by ferry. Why? For no reason, and for every reason. In both narratives, the women form connections and then feel subject to the opposite impulse, to dissolve these connections, to get away, to go live in a strange hotel. Both women enact a fantasy, imbued with large and private significance, of going out to a bar, alone, and meeting new, mysterious people, not exactly for sex (neither of these Serious Ladies seems particularly horny in the physical sense) but in pursuit of some species of emotional commerce, spiritual currents.

‘One of the toughest tasks for a critic is to convey the experience of actually reading a novel. Summarize the themes all you want; talk about the author’s life, but some kernel remains out of reach, and that kernel is the whole point; it’s why the readers keep coming back. After four hundred years, no one has quite managed to say just what the nightmare essence of Hamlet is, its weird rage about sex and cowardice. If anyone had explained that kernel, probably no one would read the play.

‘In Two Serious Ladies, events drift into the fantastic, while maintaining their own hidden logic. Glass perfume bottles get thrown with blood-drawing force; people leave home and move in together with total casualness, almost involuntarily, like sleepwalkers. The novel begins with a Spark feeling and ends up feeling like Luis Buñuel or David Lynch.

‘”[R]eality was often more frightening to her than her wildest dreams,” writes Bowles about Miss Gamelon. Fear, and the overcoming of fear, seem central to the author’s imagination here. Claire Messud writes in her introduction, “Bowles was famously indecisive, in part because she fretted that each decision, however small, might have lasting moral implications. She was also, in youth, extremely fearful, constrained by an impressive catalogue of anxieties and phobias. But she pushed hard against her nature.” Reading this, and the novel that followed, it was hard not to think about Valeria Ugazio, and her description of a “semantics of freedom,” in which life is divided between those who travel and assert themselves and gain independence and those who cling to a circumscribed home life, so cautious they seem cadaverous. Underneath the dream atmosphere of Two Serious Ladies, we can sense a soul wavering between fear and boldness, but unable to choose either. One character writes a letter stating, “I can only say that there is, in every man’s life, a strong urge to leave his life behind him for a while and seek a new one. If he is living near to the sea, a strong urge to take the next boat and sail away no matter how happy his home or how beloved his wife or mother.”

‘Two Serious Ladies is a rare vision. If I had adapt this story to another medium, I think I’d choose ballet; that would provide the requisite gesture (sometimes jerking, sometimes flowing), the dread, the sense of the primitive, the frail and the fierce combining together in a spectacle that’s nearly human.’ — Nicholas Vajifdar, Bookslut

 

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Gallery

early 1940s

1943

w/ Paul Bowles, Truman Capote, a.o., 1944

w/ Oliver Smith, Paul Bowles, 1947 (Irving Penn)

w/ Truman Capote, 1949

1951 (Carl Van Vechten)

w/ Tennessee Williams, Lilla Van Saher, early 1950s

w/ Leonore Gershwin, 1964

w/ Cherifa, late 1967

1970

Malaga, 2010

 

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Further

Jane Bowles Official
THE MADNESS OF QUEEN JANE
Les femmes borderline et désaxées de Jane Bowles
A brief survey of the short story part 17: Jane Bowles
“LOCKED IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS”: JANE BOWLES’S FICTION OF PSYCHIC DEPENDENCY
Jane Bowles’ ‘Two Serious Ladies’ Gone Wild
Nothing is Lost or Found: Desperately Seeking Paul and Jane Bowles
2 August (1947): Jane Bowles to Paul Bowles
American Dreams, 1943: ‘Two Serious Ladies’ by Jane Bowles
THE GATHERING SPIRIT OF JANE BOWLES
Two Serious Ladies confounds with sinister humor and dark delight
Jane Bowles: Inventory of Her Collection at the Harry Ransom Research Center
Un(der)known Writers: Jane Bowles
Lost & Found: Alice Elliott Dark on Jane Bowles
It’s Time to Start Taking Jane Bowles Seriously
Buy ‘Two Serious Ladies’

 

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Extras

Documentary – JANE & PAUL BOWLES (English/Spanish)

Paul Bowles y Jane Bowles, su mundo entre Tánger y Málaga

Visit to the tomb of Jane Bowles

Letter to Paul Bowles from Jane Bowles, 1948

Bill T Jones/Arnie Zane: “A Quarreling Pair”, based on the puppet play by Jane Bowles.

Jane Bowles, último equipaje

 

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Interview
with Bowles scholar Millicent Dillion

 

So let’s talk first about Jane’s life as a writer, because it was not easy. Jane published before Paul did, and it was his work with her on Two Serious Ladies that inspired him to try his hand at fiction. Yet she sank rather quickly into literary obscurity and put her energy into assuring Paul that she didn’t mind if he was the more successful or if people at her publisher [Knopf] pretended not to know whom she was. What do you think her real feelings were about being overshadowed in the world of literature by her (very talented) husband?

The relationship between Jane’s work and Paul’s work was as complex as the relationship between the two of them. In that relationship she looked to him for support (including economic support) as well as early on, as with Two Serious Ladies, with shaping the work in terms of form—so that he suggested taking out the third serious lady, and she readily agreed. In her early letters, when he does start publishing, stories at first, and then getting the novel contract, you can hear the anguish in her voice. She admits to jealousy and then tries to smooth it over, but it’s obviously there. In the same way she suffered from his relationship with [his long-term lover] Ahmed Yacoubi.

As for Paul, he continuously encouraged her to work, and even said once that he would not see her if she did not work. I would guess, though of course, it is only speculation, that it was not his publishing his own work that made her own work so hard for her, it was a whole host of problems that she had to deal with. The rivalry, the jealousy could have been overcome. But the forces within her that she was fighting were never appeased.

Incidentally, Jane’s play was produced several years after Paul had been publishing. He wrote the music for the play. She anguished over that play for years, tried one version, then the next, and could not ultimately make it cohere. There are wonderful things in it, but it too suffers from her anguish about her own decisions.

If Jane had been a man, do you think her fiction would be more widely-known today? Do you think she would have been classed with the more famous male experimental writers, whom she in many ways completely surpassed?

Jane, as you may know, has never been taken up by the feminists. In fact, I don’t think you can strictly speaking regard her as a feminist. If you remember, she thought in very conservative terms about marriage, her marriage to Paul. He was to provide for her, and she was to take care of the house, etcetera. She never seemed to have any objections to that. Here again I am speculating, but I don’t think feminist ideas as such play a large role in her work. She did not think in general terms, in any case.

You ask if a man who wrote as she did would be more famous? A man, of course, could not write as she did.

As for fame, Victoria, think of the many wonderful writers who have fallen into obscurity in this time of no-lasting impact.

How did she do it—how did Jane achieve such economy, insight, and sheer comedy, while simultaneously giving the impression she was an amateur simply playing around with words? Have you ever tried to imitate her work to see how it’s done?

Once Jane got into the writing of Two Serious Ladies, she never thought of herself as an amateur. In some strange way, she knew how good she was, compared herself favorably to Carson McCullers, for example. Yet even though she knew how good she was, the anguish was always there. I was not and am not into literary psychoanalysis, but she opens herself up in the work and in the letters so that you can see all these forces within her. And at the same time, her terrible anguish about any decision.

No, I have never tried to imitate Jane’s style. I am not into imitation. I’ve spent forty years trying to find my own style.

It seems to me the forces within her were based largely upon her relationship with her mother—with her role as Claire’s “million-dollar baby.” Jane’s work appears to be about exploring that relationship from myriad angles: from that of the daughter who retreats in submission and longing; the daughter who rebels and runs wild; the mother with an iron will; and the mother blind to her own extreme dependence. In much of her work these relationships appear as intimate relationships between peers—even sisters—yet the grappling with the power imbalance is always there.

Yes, it does seem clear that was a very powerful force for her in the way you describe it. Yet I also feel that the struggle in her, as in any human being, is more complex than any single issue. This is where literature begins to depart from psychoanalysis, which is after all a therapy intended to bring the patient into a greater adaptation to the world.

I cannot speak of this in very simple straightforward terms because of the complexity of human emotions. That is what I see so strongly in Jane. It is as though multiple forces assail her, and she is continuously buffeted by them from all sides. What makes her different from others, in a certain sense, is that she has no defense against the multiplicity. If she could have said, “My mother did this to me or that to me,” it would have been simpler for her. But instead, I suspect, she would think of herself as assailed one way and then by another.

Jane’s work is replete with insight into paradox. Whenever she finds a fundamental truth, she immediately progresses beyond it to its antithesis. I think the basis of this must have been in the overwhelming duality of her feelings about her mother—the pampering that gave Jane, ultimately, her faith in her abilities, along with the blatant use of Jane for Claire’s emotional well-being.

My immediate response, with respect to Claire, is to recall the strangeness of Claire taking Jane to Switzerland for treatment in the sanatorium [when 13-year-old Jane contracted tuberculosis of the knee shortly after her father died] and then going off and leaving her there while she went to Paris. In Paris, Claire was pursuing her own version of finding a new life, romantic and otherwise. I could bet she didn’t see anything wrong with this, though it is difficult for me to reconcile that choice with Claire’s constant expression of devotion for Jane. No doubt there was something in Claire that could deceive herself easily.

I do think about Jane that her relation to her family of women and its authoritarianism makes her a figure that is in some way incomprehensible to young women now. I remember giving a talk about the book to a group of women, many of whom were irate because she did not break away, they thought, from the constraints upon her, and, in fact, blamed her.

What did they think she was doing in Morocco in the 1940s, making excuses to Moroccan women [as she described in “Everything is Nice”] when they asked, “Why do you not sit in your mother’s house?” I remember Paul saying that they got married partly so Jane could travel, as she could not have traveled alone in that era. She went to enormous lengths to escape, to the extent that she eventually died of her extremist life in Tangier, suffering terrible pyschiatric handicaps due to that stroke and ensuing difficulties, many years before her time.

When I would talk to Paul about Jane in her later years when she was so ill, I would say, with a certain hubris, “But she was still Jane, wasn’t she?” Paul would deny it. Now, so many years later, after going through experiences with friends who suffered from conditions similar to Jane’s, if not exactly the same, and after being torn by grief, anger, etcetera, etcetera, I think I was both wrong and right.

I would like to think some more about Jane’s physical vulnerability, about her relationship to her own body, or at least try to speculate about it. Jane at times seemed almost oblivious to her body. When she called herself “Crippie Kike Dyke,” did she think it was funny? Or was she being more bitter than funny? Think about what it would be for a teenage girl to be in bed in traction for months upon months.

I think she was both fearless and very fearful at the same time, and this would result in her paying no attention to her body at times and at other times being obsessive about it, worrying about it and how it could be damaged.

Why was writing so terribly hard for her? She was pushed to do it and yet pushed not to do it. She is always, I think, subject to opposing forces and cannot choose what side she is on. Decisions of any kind are a torment to her. So in some way, I suspect, despite her anger at her mother, there also existed in her tenderness, if not love, rage, despair, maybe even sympathy.

I suppose what I’m saying is that the multiplicity is there for all of us, but she could not placate it, keep it quiet.

There is also this about Claire. She seems to have been of ordinary—even limited—sensibility, someone interested in clothes, propriety, middle-class values from her family, a family that she never escaped from, maybe never even knew the impulse to escape from them. One of the ways I see it is that Claire was not an equal antagonist, and as a result Jane had to build her up more and more in her mind to create a true antagonist. This she did with her imagination, and by so doing, was more of a prisoner of that imagined Claire than the real one. But how could Jane fight her own imagination? It is in this realm—the realm of her own imagination—that Jane had to fight out her most serious battles. And no one could help her with that.

And yet, despite all that was so dark in her life, it is important to turn again to her work. Reading it, one sees how remarkable and how innovative it is even after all this time, how funny and surprising it is and profound. Perhaps that’s the most surprising thing of all, how profound it is.

 

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Book

Jane Bowles Two Serious Ladies
Ecco

‘Two Serious Ladies is the only novel by avant-garde literary star and wife of legendary writer Paul Bowles—a modernist cult-classic, mysterious, profound, anarchic, and funny, that follows two upper-class women as they descend into debauchery—updated with an introduction by Claire Messud, bestselling author of The Emperor’s Children and The Woman Upstairs.

‘Two serious ladies who want to live outside of themselves, Christina Goering and Frieda Copperfield embark on separate quests of salvation. Mrs. Copperfield visits Panama with her husband, where she finds solace among the women who live and work in its brothels. Miss Goering becomes involved with various men. At the end the two women meet again, each transformed by her experience.’ — Ecco

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yeah, your family, of course. I’m either lucky or unlucky that I was never very close with my family. ‘Latte’ is a real stickler, but I think I’ve managed to dislodge it. So, thank your love. Generally I listen with headphones, but mostly because I don’t really have very good speakers. You? That would make for a very interesting challenge for the blowjob giver. Love convincing Zac to take a short lunch break during our editing today to eat at this great Mexican place near his house, pretty simple, G. ** Jack Skelley, Is that you? You look … so … different. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Thanks, and, yes, the Facebook comment threw me for a loop. A good loop, mind you. ** Darbz 🦒🍜, It feels painful. I think really short people are exciting. It makes me daydream about their lives. Being tall isn’t such a big deal, I don’t think? Obviously there are guys who would pay a lot of money to look like a 13 year old boy, but I know that doesn’t help. I think the power of your personality and impressive mind will easily transcend whatever height you wind up being. Depressive rants are no prob at all. I didn’t even think it was depressive. Whatever the book I recommended was, I hope you end up agreeing with me. That would be sync. Goodbye from inside the headache that my coffee seems to be giving me. xo. ** _Black_Acrylic, Oh, ‘The Other’. I remember really liking that movie a lot when it came out. Some friends of mine and I used to make this list of the best delivery of the phrase ‘Oh, my God!’ in movies, and the utterance of said phrase in ‘The Other’ was, I think, our number 1. I’m gonna rewatch it. ** Misanthrope, I don’t think I’m very into genre movies. Or genre novels that much either. Rigby’s right, but you’re also right that you shouldn’t rush it. What a dilemma. ** john christopher, Hi, john! I’m fine and somewhat dandy. Being a near lifelong vegetarian, that smell in your room its making me kind of nauseous even way over here. Thanks for listening to my Bookworm thing. And even more so for the kind words about ‘I Wished’. Chasing Bookworm’s Joy Williams interviews something I myself have done too, naturally. It’s been thundering a lot here lately. Thanks about the blog. I hope it’s a good Japanese take away. Commenting, saying hi, lurking … it’s all good around here. Although it is a special treat to actually get to talk. But no pressure. Take care, man. ** Cody Goodnight, Hi. I’m between goodish and good, you? Yes, RIP Teresa Taylor. I need to pull out some Butthole records too. Especially ‘Locust Abortion Technician’. Did your day pan out as planned or did it throw up some surprises. I hope it ruled. ** alex, Hi. Yeah, I still look at things like that. I think I did a spontaneous combustion post here, but I can’t remember. Funny smut story. Nice. Bit of an X-rated ‘Twilight Zone’ vibe going on. All great with you? ** A, Who, me? I mean thank you. Um, no, I don’t think my novels become alien to me afterwards. I guess I think of them as marking a time that has passed or something. For most of my writing life, I always was working on a new novel by the time a novel was published, so I was into that, and that definitely helped. I’ve been kind of a workaholic creative guy since I was a kid, so I think my friends have always known that about me, and our friendships shaped themselves accordingly. But I do think that’s why I was never very good at having a boyfriend. I’ve never fit in. I say enjoy the hell out of that. Cool, thanks for the link to those listings. I’ll try to investigate post-editing today. Buck up, buddy. ** Brian, Hi, Brian. That is really unnerving, isn’t it: the submarine situation. Definitely not how I hope to die. But I hope those people won’t. Although … Okay, yeah, that is confusing about the fellowship. But maybe there’s a bright side, I can if it’s meant to be just an interim project pre: actual project? Anyway, I hope you get clarity. ‘The Servant’ is wonderful, yeah. I know the name Kalil Haddad, or I think I do. Huh. I’ll investigate his work. Ozu: dreamy! Yes, the editing has pretty much devoured everything in my life right now. I saw Sparks live, and they were sublime. I’m going to make room to see the new Wes Anderson ASAP. They’re screening that last Godard short film that premiered at Cannes, and I’m dying to see that. But, yes, I’m pretty much all output and ultra-minimal input right now. Great to see you, pal. How was today? ** Okay. The blog spotlights Jane Bowles’s so wonderful cult classic novel ‘Two Serious Ladies’ today if you know it or don’t. See you tomorrow.

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‘We live in a world where reality shifting and temporal anomalies are becoming the norm, a simple case of a person disappearing should not be difficult to explain – yet it is. What remains obvious is that the person who can no longer be physically seen has shifted into a higher frequency than 3D – therefore cannot be seen with our physical eyes.

‘In the summer of 1994, I became aware of a very strange phenomenon, human spontaneous involuntary invisibility, which was apparently happening to people in the U.S. When I checked with other researchers and discovered that a number of them had also heard of such cases, I decided to place an inquiry letter in several well-known journals, asking other researchers and the general public if they had any experiences of this nature that they would like to share with me. Besides the publication of my inquiry letter, my inquiry was placed on several Internet bulletin boards. The letters began pouring in, giving me a broader picture of this phenomenon. I want to share a few stories with you and pass on some of the information I have come across during this past year.

Donna Higbee, CHT

‘My inquiry letter told the story of Vera in Ventura, California, who tried to get assistance in a post office, only to be completely ignored by other customers and the postal clerk. I have kept in touch with Vera and she has had other apparent invisibility experiences in stores and other public places. Sheila in Roanoke, Texas, continues to have invisibility experiences, some of which have occurred in restaurants and at the airport. Glenda in Fort Worth, Texas, has had these experiences occur in a cafeteria and a movie theater. Most of the cases that I have researched have been in the U.S., although I do know of cases in England, Europe, Australia, Puerto Rico and Brazil.

‘In every case I have heard about or personally researched, the person is physically still present, although unable to be seen or heard. From the point of view of the invisible person, the world looks normal and they have no idea that they cannot be seen or heard by people around them. I will address how this might occur a little further along in this article, but first I want to give a few examples below. The quotes are directly from experiencers’ letters to me.

Jean

‘Jean in Tucson, Arizona, wrote me of her experiences. She has had them occur in the library when she attempted to check out books and in clothing stores. The following is a quote from her letter, showing the humor with which she deals with these occurrences. “I’ve had this happen in stores, in restaurants, and many places. I remember joking to a friend of mine one time that I felt like I could walk into a bank, help myself to a pile of bills and no one would ever see me because I was invisible. There is no physical reason why I should be. I’m taller than average for my sex and age group (I’m fifty-five years old and 5’9″), referred to as good-looking, and I’ve always worn my hair red. You wouldn’t think a tall woman with red hair, high heels in a purple dress and dangle earrings would be invisible, would you?”

Peter

‘Or the story from a forty-seven year old man, Peter in Gloucestershire, England, who was at a private party in 1987. He walked upstairs to use the bathroom and was followed by a woman who also wanted to use the bathroom. The woman motioned for him to go first and she stood outside the door to wait her turn. Peter used the bathroom, opened the door and walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He went on down the stairs and walked over to some friends and started talking to them. They all ignored him completely. He though they were playing a joke on him, so he walked away and found his girlfriend and asked her for a cigarette. She, too, acted like she didn’t see or hear him. Peter was getting angry by this time and thought the joke had gone too far. He decided to walk back upstairs and catch the woman coming out of the bathroom and ask her for a cigarette. “…I walked back up the stairs and, on reaching the bathroom landing, I came across the girl again who was standing outside the bathroom door, clearly still waiting for me to come out. When she saw me, her face dropped in surprise for clearly she thought that I was still in the bathroom.” Peter returned to the party downstairs and everything was normal again and he was able to be seen and heard. When he questioned his friends and girlfriend as to why they had ignored him, they all swore that they had never seen or heard him. Obviously the woman upstairs had not seen him come out of the bathroom and go downstairs.

Melanie

‘Then there is the case of Melanie in Ventura, California, who became invisible while sitting on her own living room sofa and staring at the wall, lost in her own thoughts. Her husband was walking around the house looking for her but could not see her sitting there, only several feet away from where he was walking. This lasted for approximately ten minutes, then she was suddenly visible again. Her husband was quite upset with her and thought she had been hiding from him. She assured him that she had been sitting there all along, but to this day, he does not believe her.

Jannise

‘Or, how about Jannise in Minneapolis, Minnesota, who has had a number of invisibility experiences throughout her life. The one reported here lasted longer than usual. As a teenager, she fell in with a group of friends who decided to see if they could actually steal something from a department store and not get caught. As luck would have it, the entire group was caught and taken into custody, including Jannise. They were taken to the police station and one by one were questioned; all, that is, except Jannise. Although she was standing right there, no one paid the slightest attention to her; not the police, the guards, or the office personnel. She finally just got up and walked out of the police station without ever being questioned or anyone attempting to stop her. When she later talked with her friends about what happened in the police station, “…they didn’t even recall me being taken into custody at the department store. Yet I rode in the police car with everyone else, and they thought I was still at the store.” No one had seen her from the moment the police had arrived on the scene in the store until some time after she had walked out of the police station unhindered.

‘What actually is happening? Why is this occurring? We don’t have answers for these questions yet. But in trying to learn more about invisibility, I came across some information which I want to share with you.

John Macky

‘Interestingly, a man named John Macky, who was an early Masonic leader (the early Masons were believed to be an offshoot of the Rosicrucians) taught a method whereby any man could render himself invisible. Another offshoot of the Rosicrucian fraternity, the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, left manuscripts describing the Ritual of Invisibility. These manuscripts talk about surrounding yourself with a shroud, which is described as looking like “a cloud.” It is said that Madame Blavatsky, of the Theosophical Society, witnessed this invisibility for herself and was actually given the secret, thereafter accomplishing this for herself on several occasions in front of witnesses. The literature on the Spiritualists in the U.S. shows that there is no doubt they, too, knew about the cloud and its creation.

‘So, just what is this cloud? We are looking for something that is between empty space and actual physical matter, something unseen by the naked eye but very much in existence. When spiritual essence gathers into very minute focal points of electrical charge (due to certain conditions), we have the creation of electrons. Science reports that such a cloud of free electrons will absorb all light entering it; it will not reflect nor refract light waves, nor are light waves able to pass through a human being. Consequently the observer’s eye sees nothing there and the person surrounded by such a cloud is invisible. Since light is necessary for human sight, when there are no reflected or refracted light waves bouncing off a person and hitting the observer’s retina, the person is not able to be seen and is not visible under normal circumstances.

‘How is this cloud created intentionally? That is difficult to say. There are references to and descriptions of invisibility and its creation in the writings of secret societies, but most people don’t have access to these writings. One could go to India and become an apprentice or student of an Indian guru or teacher to learn these techniques, but that probably is not practical in modern life. To the everyday person, the knowledge of how invisibility works is a mystery.

‘With this being the case, just how are people having experiences of spontaneous involuntary invisibility? I wish I had the answers, but we are still in the midst of our research. If indeed they are forming the light-absorbing, free-electron cloud around themselves, they are doing it unknowingly and without knowledge of the method. Since some kind of focused mental thought process must be employed to make the cloud form around oneself, then it might be that these people are doing this unconsciously.

‘My research has shown the people to be well adjusted, well educated and taken totally by surprise at the occurrence of invisibility. Often it takes several such occurrences before they realize that they are truly invisible during certain times to other people. They attempt to interact with those around them and simply can’t be seen or heard. This produces frustration and, in many cases, a sense of fear at something which they don’t understand. There is a big difference between a person purposely not interacting with you because of some cultural or personal reason versus a person not interacting with you because he can neither see nor hear you. A case in point:

Joe

‘I recently had a phone call from Joe L. in Fullerton, California who was very bewildered and needed to talk about what was happening to him. He had just returned from a nightclub where he was seated at the bar by himself drinking his beer. Joe was sitting forward in his chair and intent upon something happening on the dance floor and did not notice a man pass behind his table and take his jacket from the back of his chair. When he finished his beer, he stood up to get his jacket and found it missing. He reported this to the bartender and was told that the man who turned it in had said no one was sitting at the bar and he assumed that the party had left, so he turned in the jacket. Joe had had several such invisibility occurrences within the past three months and was quite disturbed over them. As I continue to get letters and phone calls, I realize that there is much more to be learned about this fascinating phenomenon.’ — Donna Higbee, CHT

 

Discussion

Nigel: Sounds like in this case, being ignored = being invisible.
State of Grace: Isn’t being ignored = being invisible, a perceived state of invisibility not actual invisibility?
Nigel: People are often oblivious to their surroundings.
State of Grace: I am not obilvious to my surroundings.
Nigel: It’s impossible to be aware of everything around you all the time.
State of Grace: Perhaps I am more aware, awake, than compared to some others? Why is it impossible to be aware of everything around you all the time?
Nigel: Because humans become focused on certain things, and tend to not pay attention to other things.
DrMatt: Grace, if you’re not a professional magician, you should attend some serious magic shows–if for no other reason than to be reminded that even the very smart and very aware cannot be aware of all their surroundings all the time. It simply isn’t possible. Our brains have filtering mechanisms to call our attention to important things and allow us to ignore unimportant things so that we can react to our surroundings in a timely manner. If you shut that section of the brain off, instead of greater awareness you get hallucinations or aphasic short-term memory failure.
State of Grace: If these filtering mechanism works as you say by focusing our attention on what is of importance, like a magic show. Are we really unaware of the less important things happening around us at the same time, say what the people surrounding us are doing. If the brain is processing everything coming into it simultaneously does it not hold the body in a waiting fight or flight status?
specious_reasons: What Dr Matt is saying is that much magic works on misdirection. Unless you walk away from a professional magician’s show unimpressed because you caught every sleight of hand and figured out some of his tricks, you are not aware of everything.
DrMatt: Some of my favorite moments in magic are when the magician is presenting a really *basic* trick which they’d never actually do that way in front of a paying audience, and they explain that all the clues needed to decode the trick are clearly visible. And then they explain the clues, and indeed they’re things that were clearly visible but didn’t register to most of us as having any special significance. About the only part of that which I’ve even *started* to notice is that some magicians often stand around with their hands rounded in the shape they’d be if they were holding something–even when not working!–as if that were just the natural thing for them. In the context of a trick, that makes the rounding of their hands around a palmed object *not* stand out to our eyes.
bbws1o: I would love to ask her to comment on the fact that none of the people who reported themselves “vanishing” mentioned what happened to their clothing. And if their clothing also became invisible, why not the chair they were sitting in or the floor they were standing on? Of course, this would be a very unnerving phenomenon if it happened to someone standing outside on the ground because it would seem to follow that the whole planet and all the other people and things touching it would also disappear.
Senor Molinero: Well, that was one of the fall-down points (only one of???) in “Hollow Man”. He claimed he couldn’t sleep because his eyelids were transparent. How could he see with transparent retinas?
Colt: In Hollow Man, there is a worse flaw than the retinas.. Hair. Hair is basically dead cells.. Well, the chemicals that he injected himself with would have affected the living parts of his body only, what about his hair and the dead skin cells on his skin? Also, anything he ate or drank, since it would not be a part of him, and his urine, etc. You get the idea.
Mr. X:: Jeez. The human race has lots of problems.
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