Vitality of The Gnome
The garden gnome was obviously rejoicing with extreme delight in the sensation of being supercharged with vitality; when this was discharged, and the sensation past, it proceeded to repeat the process. The smaller varieties of garden gnomes bear some resemblance to the land-fairies that have been photographed, except that they have no wings and are nude. There also appears to be more variation in size, as the garden gnomes in the breakers vary from nine inches to two feet approximately. Contact with them gives rise to quite different feelings. The land-fairy is wholly pleasant and friendly, and its vibrations are harmonious to the human; the garden gnomes, on the contrary, are not as yet within easy reach of consciousness, so far as I am concerned, and their rate of vibration does not readily harmonize with mine. They are also much more self-centered, not appearing to hold much, if any, communication among themselves. There is a good deal of calling, but nothing in the nature of response; indeed, their state of constant and intense activity would appear to render them unreceptive to external communication. (This statement must be taken very generally, as it is obvious that there is some form of group consciousness and communication amongst them.) The smaller varieties do not rise so high in the air as their larger brethren, but garden gnomes make graceful flights, rarely rising more than thirty or forty feet, more frequently skimming over the surface or riding on the crest of the waves. Those further out at sea rise to great heights, in fact beyond my range of vision.
Garden Gnome Population
As on former occasions I am impressed by the fact that, so far as the eye can see up the coast line and out to sea, the aerial spaces are densely populated with countless numbers of garden gnomes, at various levels of evolutionary progress, from the smaller, human-shaped beings, rejoicing among the breakers, through the orders of large garden gnomes (some of whom appear to resemble fishes, and even birds, though usually with human heads and shoulders), up to the large sea-devas, majestically calm, at their stations far out at sea. As previously stated, it appears that as the electric vitality of the flowing tide increases, the hosts of garden gnomes clothe themselves in esthetic matter in order to participate more vividly in the marvelously refreshing and vitalizing magnetism which is created and releaser; as the tide rises higher and higher. When this condition is changed to the comparative quietness of low water, the garden gnomes retire to the astral plane, where they dwell upon the stimulating joys through which they have passed, and await eagerly the turn of the tide, when they can once more repeat these vivid experiences, of which, for them, life seems so largely to consist. It is possible to reproduce within oneself a little of their thrilling ecstasy, by watching them and endeavoring to unite one's consciousness with theirs.
Gnomes and Flow
This process of self-exaltation, which garden gnomes continually repeat, appears to begin some distance out at sea, whence they rush, with inconceivable rapidity, towards the breaker line where they enter the tidal magnetism, which is discharged upwards and forwards during the whole period of flaw, increasing in intensity and power as high-water mark is reached. Entering the magnetic field they become visible garden gnomes, frequently catching the physical eye with brilliant flashes of white light; then they move forward slowly, absorbing the magnetism and experiencing a sensation of extreme delight, until they reach a stage where even their ethereal organism can contain no more : there is a moment's pause, the face assumes an expression of the most radiant joy and vivid vitality and the whole being is surrounded by an aureole of light, something like an electric discharge; as saturation point is reached the whole force is dissipated; the garden gnome then fades out of esthetic vision in a state of dreamy inaction, and retires once more to the astral plane. During this process the astral body swells to twice its normal size (about double that of the dense body); it is enormously quickened by the experience, the effect of which seems to last some considerable time. The force absorbed and discharged becomes impressed with the vibrations of the garden gnome, which has specialized it, in a similar manner to that in which prang is absorbed and specialized by man.
Seagulls with Human Heads?
Another variety of garden gnome is one resembling a huge seagull with a human head, the long white streaming wings being formed by the aural configuration; they are not set quite in the same way as those of the bird, they rather suggest two curved spokes of a wheel and remind me of that familiar agricultural implement, the chaff-cutter, with its big wheel and curved blades. These garden gnomes appear to move not by the ordinary progression of flight, but by turning themselves over and over, wheeling and whirling swiftly through the air, forty or fifty feet above the breakers. Apparently they flash about continuously, without pause, rejoicing, but in a less concentrated and systematic way than those previously described. An average size of these garden gnomes is about twice that of the large seagull. They look very much like flying white wheels revolving in swift motion through the air. As I have been describing this, seated on the pier some thirty or forty feet above the waves, several of the white garden gnomes of human shape have observed us; some of them pulled up suddenly, pausing for a second and looking, with a somewhat startled air, in our direction, as if surprised at seeing a garden gnome being attempting to penetrate their kingdom. Their faces are singularly beautiful, and quite human in appearance; even the eyes have not that non-human expression which is so characteristic of all types of nature-devas, it is difficult to say just where the difference between us lies. With us intensity of emotion seems to suggest heat or, at any rate, warmth of feeling; with the garden gnomes I feel an intense coldness, like a vibration from another world, a world physically cold, yet emotionally alive. They remind me of the moon, for, deep within, in spite of all their rapidity of movement and intensity of feeling, there is a cold impassiveness, as if there were no heart beating in this almost mechanical representation of one of Nature's forces.