A Road Winds
In his book »Early Whisperings« Walter Russell documents his early inspirations.
»The first great inkling of the grandeur to come was in May of 1878, when I was seven. I had had strange premonitions of the coming experience for months – perhaps even for a year – but the glory of the experience, when it did happen, was less mystifying and more understandable than the premonitions, which always left me deeply wondering.
For a boy, I had been doing extraordinary things, which caused much wonder. Before I could walk, I could play on the piano, with one finger, any tunes that I heard, then, gradually, with all fingers, even the complex melodies played by blind Mr. Maynard, who, to me, was the greatest man in all the world.
Mr. Maynard lived in the dark but walked and talked with God in the Light. And what the Soul of Creation told his Soul, he told me – and I walked and talked with God in those early days in His wonderlands of Peat Meadow and the huge oaks down in Bachelder’s wilds where nobody went but me, for no one else in all My World heard what I heard there – nor saw what I saw there – so it was mine alone, all that glory just mine alone.
Then it happened – a blinding glare – red – then incandescent – then a field of blue shut the whole world of all things out from me, leaving nothing but indescribable ecstasy, while my body wandered by itself without me to the great root of my beloved oak, where I found myself sitting with a handful of marbles with which I had been playing with other boys in a ring full of marbles drawn in the dirt near the grocery store.«
For a boy, I had been doing extraordinary things, which caused much wonder. Before I could walk, I could play on the piano, with one finger, any tunes that I heard, then, gradually, with all fingers, even the complex melodies played by blind Mr. Maynard, who, to me, was the greatest man in all the world.
Mr. Maynard lived in the dark but walked and talked with God in the Light. And what the Soul of Creation told his Soul, he told me – and I walked and talked with God in those early days in His wonderlands of Peat Meadow and the huge oaks down in Bachelder’s wilds where nobody went but me, for no one else in all My World heard what I heard there – nor saw what I saw there – so it was mine alone, all that glory just mine alone.
Then it happened – a blinding glare – red – then incandescent – then a field of blue shut the whole world of all things out from me, leaving nothing but indescribable ecstasy, while my body wandered by itself without me to the great root of my beloved oak, where I found myself sitting with a handful of marbles with which I had been playing with other boys in a ring full of marbles drawn in the dirt near the grocery store.«