Don Miguel Lehumada: Discoverer of Liquid from the Sun's Rays an Occult Romance
by Sue Greenleaf
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
The Arrival of Señor Don Miguel Lehumada from Kansas City—A Scene in the Scientist’s Study, Chihuahua 9
CHAPTER II.
Marriet Motuble Tells Julio Murillo of His First Incarnation 18
CHAPTER III.
The Death of President Diaz, the Annexation of Mexico to the United States—Helen Hinckley Becomes the Private Secretary of Don Francisco R. Cantu y Falomir 27
CHAPTER IV.
The Plunger from Kansas Returns to Chihuahua and Takes “Memory Fluid” and Remembers 42
CHAPTER V.
Governor Miguel Lehumada Lectures Upon “Liquid from the Sun’s Rays” 55
CHAPTER VI.
Mrs. Grange Disports Herself before the Distinguished Visitors, a Scene Ensues, and President Mortingo Avows His Intentions of Becoming a Subject 70
CHAPTER VII.
Catalina Martinet Surprises the President by Telling Him She Remembered Him in a Life Gone by 85
IV
CHAPTER VIII.
The Plunger from Kansas Confesses to the Crime He Committed 150 Years Ago, in 1898 99
CHAPTER IX.
Marriet Motuble Reports Herself Dead and Tells of Revolutionists’ Intentions 114
CHAPTER X.
A Day Full of Conundrums 131
CHAPTER XI.
Governor Lehumada and Others Visit the Motuble Tomb and Arrest the Leaders of the Conspiracy—President Mortingo Returns to Washington 146
CHAPTER XII.
Marriet Motuble Addresses the Conspirators, in the Guise of a Man—Helen Hinckley Flies Through the Air, Overcoming the Law of Gravitation, with Governor Lehumada, and Saves His Life 162
CHAPTER XIII.
The Peace of the Soul that Passeth all Understanding 177
CHAPTER XIV.
Helen Hinckley and Catalina Martinet Meet in the Alameda—Catalina Desires to Pass Away and Live Again 193
CHAPTER XV.
Helen Hinckley and Catalina Martinet Help to Disperse the Conspirators by Suspending Themselves in the Air 210
CHAPTER XVI.
Marriet Motuble, Disguised as a Physician, Visits Julio Murillo—The Leaders of the Conspiracy Send a Written Confession to Governor Lehumada—Then Will their Souls Away While Taking Ebony Fluid 226
CHAPTER XVII.
The Governor and Party View the Ebonized Bodies of Marriet Motuble, Francisco R. Cantu, and Albert Hernandez, and Demonstrate the Use of Ebony Fluid Upon the Corpse of Reverend J. T. Note 241
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Trial of the Plunger from Kansas, and the Flight of Catalina’s Soul 258
CHAPTER XIX.
Governor Lehumada Nominated President of the United States—His Marriage to Helen Hinckley and the Passing Away of Mrs. Grange 275
CHAPTER XX.
The Celebration of the Seventh Anniversary of President Lehumada’s Marriage, Music by the Spirit Band—Little Helen and “Miguey,” the President’s Children, Tell of Their Reincarnation 292
CHAPTER I.
IN THE SCIENTIST’S STUDY.
The private study of Señor Guillermo Gonzales, in the State House of Chihuahua, always had an air conducive to study.
His fame as a scientist, as a man of great moral force, as a man who lived his daily life in a highly spiritual manner, was broadcast in the land.
His most casual acquaintances unconsciously grew thoughtful, studious, and better by knowing him.
He was of purely Mexican origin, and his friends delighted in calling him “Señor” Gonzales—as was the custom of the people when Chihuahua was one of the States of “The Republic of Mexico,” a nation long since only known as having existed by reading from the pages of history.
The great love and respect constantly shown him by his daily associates proved the exception to the rule that “A prophet is not without honor save in his own country and amongst his own kin.”
He was not honored as mankind was honored in the 10nineteenth century—for his social, political or financial position—but for his moral, intellectual, and spiritual development.
Julio Murillo, a fellow student who acted in the capacity of office-man, was a small but well-built typical Mexican, nearing the end of his fifth incarnation.
He spent no time regretting his past actions, nor fearing the future.
Every moment he lived the best in him, and studied to make “the best” better on the morrow.
On the morning our story opens he had finished his regular rounds of tidying the reception-chamber, and was at work in a small alcove room adjoining, on the properties extracted from the sun’s rays, by means of a glass chemical instrument. At the focus the rays were liquidized, separated, and blended into “Memory Fluid.”
Although the analysis under way was exceedingly interesting to him, he was not in the least disturbed, when a noise much resembling the faint tingling of a small silver bell announced that he must leave his pleasant occupation and receive some visitor.
When he reached the reception-room he stood with his hand upon the knob of the door, which he was about to open to admit a visitor, when a beautiful smile overspread his countenance and he murmured: “It is his Honor.”
The door opened noiselessly and a man in every way worthy the name of man stood before him.
“Your Honor,” he said, extending his hand in greeting, 11which was eagerly seized by the visitor, “pass, sir, and be seated; Señor Gonzales will receive you in a very short time. There—the clock is striking the half hour; in fifteen minutes he will be at your Honor’s service. The morning paper, your Honor? Wonderful discoveries in Science, in Art, in Man.”
The visitor thanked Julio Murillo as he took the paper, and seating himself in one of the many comfortable chairs in the room, he said:
“I have read the paper, sir; others than our kind are no doubt astonished at its contents. There will be more convincing statements made within thirty days. In fact, I believe our evidence will be so strong, that everyone will believe the history of the case and the matter will be forever settled soon.
“I am sure your investigations, Julio, will strengthen our case materially. Now, sir, I beg of you to continue your absorbing study, and I will remain here in meditation until Señor Gonzales grants me an interview. One cannot give too much time to thought, so do me the favor not to detain yourself longer.”
Julio Murillo shook hands with the distinguished visitor, and with much the same smile he had on entering the room, he left to resume his scientific investigations.
The large, handsome, princely looking visitor walked the richly covered floor thoroughly wrapped in pleasant and highly scientific meditations.
He was not long kept waiting for his host’s welcome.
He stooped to pick up a nosegay which dropped from his coat, and when he raised his head, Guillermo Gonzales 12stood before him, by the side of his writing-table, with outstretched hands.
The partition separating the two rooms had disappeared as if by magic, and they stood alone in one grand room.
A giant was not at hand, nor neither were the powers of a magician employed to make the partition disappear so quickly. It was constructed on the same plan as sliding-doors, but it moved with more rapidity and much less noise.
The two distinguished men greeted each other with the embrace and handshake characteristic of their ancient Mexican ancestors.
In the privacy of his study Guillermo Gonzales always addressed the friend of his youth,—and his friend during the other lives which they had lived generations ago in the Republic of Mexico, ay, in the same city where they now lived—the capital of Chihuahua—in the most familiar schoolboy fashion.
“Miguey, my boy, this is indeed a most pleasant surprise. You returned when?”
The friend of the scientist was none other than the renowned man of letters and the Governor of Chihuahua, Señor Don Miguel Lehumada.
“Last night, only, my friend. I have much to tell you,—much to tell you.”
The scientist drew a large, comfortable chair on either side of the table on which he had been conducting his most recent experiments, and motioning his friend to the seat, they sat down facing each other.
“I, too, have things of importance to relate. Your Honor, proceed; my whole attention is yours.”
13The Governor leaned his handsome head on the back of his chair with a grace befitting the man he was, and said:
“What I have to tell will not startle you, nor did it surprise me when I learned it.
“A volcanic eruption could not have created more of a sensation over the entire United States, or in all Europe, than is now taking place on account of the knowledge they have of our scientific discoveries. However, to come to the point, I positively located, during my recent visit to the North, ‘The Plunger from Kansas.’”
Guillermo Gonzales arose from his chair and clasped his friend in his arms.
“Miguey, dear, dear Miguey, victory is ours! Pardon my enthusiasm! While I know we are working the right clue, I am overjoyed that you should have the pleasure of locating ‘The Plunger!’”
The scientist did not resume his seat; but instead walked somewhat nervously and in deep thought back and forth before his honored guest.
The Governor continued: “I met him on the streets of Kansas City. It was a mutual recognition. He even stopped, and said in a confused manner:
“‘Pardon me, sir, but are you not Governor of Chihuahua? You do not know me?’
“‘Yes,’ I replied, without a moment’s reflection: ‘You are the “Plunger from Kansas.”’
“He turned very white and shook like an aspen leaf.
“‘It is retribution,’ he exclaimed, ‘and it came after death. O God, is there no peace for me in this life or 14any future life? Am I to be an outcast and a wanderer as I was in my second physical state, because of the small offence I committed? There is no justice in torturing a man through several existences, because he took a few hundred thousand dollars from his fellowman, and did some other similar tricks, which were termed business shrewdness in those days. Governor, I will now say good-bye. Retribution seems to be following me; do not aid its progress, I pray you!’
“In a moment he was gone. With the assistance of two detectives, we searched for him the greater part of three days and nights. No clue whatever could we find of him.
“Were I not convinced of the truth of our scientific investigations, I would be annoyed by his sudden disappearance; but it is of no use to be disturbed, for we know it is only a question of time until he will revisit the city to which he fled, it being the capital of a State of a foreign nation then, to escape the wrath of his creditors.”
The scientist continued his walk back and forth, listening intently to every word his friend spoke, now and then smiling his approval and exclaiming: “True, Miguey; true.”
“For those in touch with the past and to whom the Hidden is revealed, there is no mystery connected with the appearance and sudden disappearance of the Plunger,” concluded the Governor.
Seating himself facing his visitor, the scientist said:
“Various lengths of time are necessary to teach people of different degrees of spiritual development that 15Nature demands her equilibrium restored, no matter at whose seeming expense.
“In your book, ‘Liquid from the Sun’s Rays,’ Restoration of Equilibrium is fully explained. True, my dear Miguey, we must give people time to grow. The poor little minds warped for centuries by credal teachings, abandon of morals, cannot be expected to grasp Truth at a glance.
“We must feed them ‘Memory Fluid.’ All knowledge of the Hidden must come through Self, and our discovery so wonderfully described in your work, now of international repute, is the only known means to that greatly desired end.
“Come, Miguey, tell me of your reception in the northern states. No such a wave of discovery has swept across the world since the time of Galileo, as that produced by our researches made known to the public by your works.”
“My reception,” began the distinguished author, and leader of his people, “was an ovation from my exit from this city until my return.
“In my lecture at K——, I hinted at the clue we were at work on to right the wrongs committed by ‘The Plunger from Kansas.’ Enthusiasm ran high, and at the end of my lecture I was carried from the assembly room in a white velvet chair, beautifully decorated with flowers and lace, supported on the shoulders of the mayor and three other prominent citizens.
“They wish to organize a society, under our supervision, to experiment with our ‘Memory Fluid.’ The masses are, I believe, intolerant with our discoveries, yet 16they read my work and the newspapers comments concerning it, no doubt out of curiosity alone.”
“It makes no difference,” added Guillermo Gonzales, “why they read it or by what means their attention is drawn to Truth; the result is the same,—investigations follow at no distant time.
“A desire to learn must be awakened in the mind of every creature before he is in a condition to develop.
“Come, look through this window. See those three men writing at that long table?”
“I certainly do,” replied the Governor; “what new clue is this that you are at work upon? Ah, some of those persons I certainly have seen before. Can it be that they took part in the Plunger’s drama, one hundred and fifty years ago?”
“It is quite true, your Honor. Julio recognized them on the street a few days after your departure for the States.”—(A term Mexicans occasionally use.)
“They are men of some learning, and at Julio’s invitation called here to take observation of our investigations. He gave them a few drops of ‘Memory Fluid’ every time they called, for one week, which was every day. At the end of the week, the tall man at the right of the other two, Mr. Niksab, called Julio aside and told him in the most confidential air that he had undergone a most wonderful experience.
“Scarcely able to control his joy at the information about to be imparted to him, Julio asked him to write his experience and give it to him for future reference. Niksab did so, and on the file in Julio’s study hangs the written statement of his first experience after taking ‘Memory Fluid.’
“Since that morning the other two have made a similar confession to Julio. Now they come here every morning and write their remembrances of the doings of ‘The Plunger from Kansas,’ which is put on our file of evidence to be used at the final reckoning.
“Niksab is the man who found a hiding place for the Plunger on the occasion of his flight from justice, to Chihuahua in the year 1898.”
“I remember the time well,” said the Governor. “I was then, as now, Governor of the State. How anxious we were then for advancement. How proud we were of our city. How eagerly our peons grasped the advantages given them then for education.
“Look at their descendants and some of our then most common menials, who are fortunate to be doing their third and fourth existence since that time; how they have developed!
“Who are they now? Our most noted judges, lawyers, teachers, men of science and letters.
“Come, Guillermo, I wish to pay a quiet visit to the den of our coworker, Julio. Join me; otherwise we will be delayed in bringing about the desired results from investigations which will take place here and elsewhere in the morning.”
Arm in arm the two great and noble men—working for the same cause, the spiritual elevation of man—left the studio of the Scientist Gonzales, and entered the lesser apartment of their coworker, Julio Murillo.
About the Author
Sue Greenleaf was an American novelist. Her 1901 novel Liquid from the Sun's Rays contained "elements of both science fiction and occultism" Wikipedia
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