Chapter 6
I come now to the crucial and most difficult part of my
narrative - all the more difficult because I cannot be quite
certain of its reality. At times I feel uncomfortably sure that I
was not dreaming or deluded; and it is this feeling in view of the
stupendous implications which the objective truth of my experience
would raise - which impels me to make this record.
My son - a trained psychologist with the fullest and most
sympathetic knowledge of my whole case - shall be the primary judge
of what I have to tell.
First let me outline the externals of the matter, as those at
the camp know them. On the night of July 17-18, after a windy day,
I retired early but could not sleep. Rising shortly before eleven,
and afflicted as usual with that strange feeling regarding the
