THE LIGHT THAT CAST NO SHADOW.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue V, 29 January 1898, Page 132

THE LIGHT THAT CAST NO SHADOW.

Curious stories are told about the powers possessed by certain natives of India, who live up among the Himalaya mountains. These old men, it is said, have devoted scores of years to the study of natural laws and forces, which the rest of the world knows nothing about. Lately a German professor visited the ‘adepts,’ as these queer Hindus are called, for the purpose of finding out the secret of their remarkable performances. They treated him rather scurvily, but interested him all the same. One day the professor wanted to examine some ancient Sanskrit manuscripts. An adept went with him to a cave wherein the books were kept. The place was dark as the bottom of a well. ‘1 can’t see to read here,’ said the visitor.

‘Then we will have some light,’ was the reply, and immediately (the professor says) a soft, pearly light brightened the cave. He could not tell whence it came, but he noticed tnat it had one strange quality-—it cast not the slightest shadow. This is a story hard to believe, yet its truth is affirmed by a man of vast learning and high character, and you who now read it have no reason for doubt except that all the lights you have seen have cast shadows, oelief or unbelief commonly runs parallel with one’s own experience. Dr. Johnson sniffed at the account of the Lisbon earthquake, yet credited the tale of the Cock Lane ghost. A man who has been ill for years, and failed to find a cure, is sceptical when friends tell him of a medicine which they believe will make him well. What else but doubt could result from his experience? Take an example: — Tn the spring- of 1888,’ writes our correspondent, ‘I fell into a low, weak and languid state. I felt low-spirited and out of sorts. At first my stomach was deranged, my appetite poor, and after eating I had pain and weight at the chest. I was much troubled with wind, and frequently spat up a sour fluid, also bitter bile. Later on I suffered from nervousness and great depression of spirits. I kept up with my work, but had always a sense of discomfort. Off and on I continued in this way for two years, nothing that I took relieving me. At last I heard of Mother Seigel’s Syrup, and procured a supply. After I had taken only a few doses I found relief; my food digested, and gradually all nervousness left me. Although I had no reason at first to feel any confidence in this medicine, never havingused it or seen it used, I now gladly admit its value, and its power over disease. Since my recovery', for which I thank Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup, I have been in the best of health and spirits. In the interests of suffering humanity I deem it a duty to send you this testimony. (Signed) D. Griffiths, tailor and outfitter, 151, Hoeklev Hill, Birmingham, June Bth, 1893.’

There is a deal of difference between Mr Griffith’s candid letter and the story about the light that cast no shadow. The latter may- be true enough, but it cannot be verified without more trouble than it is worth. On the other hand, we have a trustworthy' witness, who will answer letters of inquiry, and can be found at his address.

Finally, there is nothing mystic or magical about Mother Seigel’s Curative Syrup. It acts on the theory' that most ailments are but symptoms, forms or phases of the universal disease—indigestion and dyspepsia. It cures that and throws the light of health and happiness over hearths and homes where illness and pain had east such dark and terrifying shadows. And that is why people believe all that is told of its success by eager witnesses.