He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death.

Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition.

In catalepsy and a dead trance, I studiously held the quick of my nature.

Those, therefore, who effect to despise 'profane' Science are themselves despicable. It is their own incapacity for true Thought of any serious kind, their vanity and pertness; nay more also! Their own subconsciousness sense of their own shame and idleness, that induces them to build these flimsy fortification of pretentious ignorance.

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...But one fleeting glance.

How do I recognize a real saint? Whom I shall see within me whether it is in dreams or trances or meditations, He will be the Saint to me. Because God is the only Saint in this world. He is within our bodies. When He will manifest within my body in the form of a person, he will be saint to me.

See with a different eye, visualize with a colorful mind, manifest your thoughts with the energy within.

Unless we can interpret that ecstatic trip in a way that better grounds our physical reality, trance isn’t worth much.

Music That Brings, The Meaning Of our Life.Music That Shows, The Light From Our Soul.When This Music Touch Our Hear, We call it TRANCE.When This Music Control Our Emotion We call it 'THE SENSATION OF TRANCE.

You won't become what you want to be, else you become what you fear to be.