Recently, when in Los Angeles, he visited a seance conducted by a medium who claimed to be a Buddhist priest.  This medium was known under the name of “The Reverend Swami Mazzininanda.”  He had an altar in his home, constructed something like those in Roman Catholic churches.  He had various candles and images on this altar, including an image of Buddha, and also a number of mystical figures.  It was a great mixture of “fake” Buddhism, Roman Catholicism, and modern spiritualism.  The medium also wore the costume of a Buddhist priest at his seances.

This “priest” held services here for the faithful.  He conducted all in Hindoostani (?), his native tongue.  He chanted, prayed to Buddha, etc., all in a queer-sounding “gibberish.”  Certain evenings of the week were devoted to “soul-travel,” and certain evenings after the religious services a “Black Chapter” was held.

The gentleman whom I have mentioned attended one of these dark seances.  He sat with other spectators around the room in perfect darkness.  The spectators were not required to hold hands, so great was their faith.  Finally, in the darkness, a queer-looking, vapory, luminous form floated around in the air and paused in front of the spectators.  My friend slipped down quietly on his knees, and gradually worked closer and closer to the luminous form, until he could detect that the vapor was a kind of luminous “cheese cloth.”  He did not desire to expose this “priest,” but he desired to have the “priest” know that some one had discovered him.  My friend accordingly took hold of the gauze and gave it a very slight downward jerk.  He then immediately returned quietly to his seat.

There was an immediate pause in the discourse of the “priest,” who had really been floating this form on the end of a stick.  Everyone knew that something had happened, but no one but my friend knew what it was.  The “priest” then said in his slow, peculiar, eccentric and measured tones, “I have received a very great shock; and I will be unable to continue further this evening.”  The next day, when in conversation with some of the “faithful,” this “priest” stated in his peculiar manner of speaking, and with intense earnestness, that which follows:  “Last night I received a very great shock.  I was just in the middle of the ‘Dark Chapter’ and the spirit of the Master, Krishna, was out.  Having spent the greater portion of my life on the Himalayas, my right eye has become injured by the snows.”  Then pointing to his right eye, he added, “My right eye has a defect in it which you cannot see; but on account of that, I can only see in the dark with it.  I immediately turned my right eye downward and I looked!  I distinctly saw a lady’s hand reached out toward my robe in the darkness, and this hand took hold of it and jerked it lightly just like this.”  The “Reverend Swami” here illustrated, by slightly jerking his coat downward.  It was very amusing to hear him, in great seriousness, relate this in his low and measured accents to his faithful followers.