eeping into me and
inflating my entire being--such a sensation as I had never experienced
before.

When this experience came, I seemed to be conducted around a large,
capacious, well-lighted room. As I walked with my invisible conductor
and looked around, a clear thought was coined in my mind, 'They are not
here, they are gone.' As soon as the thought was definitely formed in
my mind, though no word was spoken, the Holy Spirit impressed me that I
was surveying my own soul. Then, for the first time in all my life,
did I know that I was cleansed from all sin, and filled with the
fullness of God."

Leuba quotes the case of a Mr. Peek, where the luminous affection
reminds one of the chromatic hallucinations produced by the intoxicant
cactus buds called mescal by the Mexicans:--

"When I went in the morning into the fields to work, the glory of God
appeared in all his visible creation. I well remember we reaped oats,
and how every straw and head of the oats seemed, as it were, arrayed in
a kind of rainbow glory, or to glow, if I may so express it, in the
glory of God."[140]

[140] These reports of sensorial photism shade off into what are
evidently only metaphorical accounts of the sense of new spiritual
illumination, as, for instance, in Brainerd's statement: "As I was
walking in a thick grove, unspeakable glory seemed to open to the
apprehension of my soul. I do not mean any external brightness, for I
saw no such thing, nor any imagination of a body of light in the third
heavens, or anything of that nature, but it was a new inward
apprehension or view that I had of God."

In a case like this next one from Starbuck's manuscript collection the
lighting up of the darkness is probably also metaphorical:--

"One Sunday night, I resolved that when I got home to the ranch where I
was working, I would offer myself with my faculties and all to God to
be used only by and for him.... It was raining and the roads were
muddy; but this desire grew so strong that I kneeled down by the side
of the road and told God all about it, intending then to get up and go
on. Such a thing as any special answer to my prayer never entered my
mind, having been converted by faith, but still being most undoubtedly
saved. Well, while I was praying, I remember holding out my hands to
God and telling him they should work for him, my feet walk for him, my
tongue speak for him, etc., etc., if he would only use me as his
instrument and give