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| Psychic Hand Shape |
known as the psychic. This in its purity of type is a very rare
hand to find. The name explains itself—that which appertains to the soul.
The very word seems to suggest to one's mind the old fable of the envy of
Venus toward the maiden Psyche—the war of the goddess of passion against
the more spiritual charm of the daughter of the soul. In its pureness of type
it is a hard hand to find: nineteenth-century civilization does not encourage
such rare flowers of lily whiteness and icy purity; the calmness, coldness,
and dreamy chastity of such a type are not sought after by the present-day
sons of the soil, whose heads are bowed in the quest for gold, and whose Blood is heated by the closeness of the cattle. But although the exact type
may be hard to find, yet there are hundreds of men and women who so approach
the psychic that they must be considered part of it, particularly
when the customs that control our present-day life are taken into consideration.
The psychic is the most beautiful hand of all. It is in formation
long, narrow, and fragile-looking, with slender, tapering fingers and long,
almond-shaped nails. Its very fineness and beauty, however, indicate its
want of energy and strength, and one instinctively pities such hands if they
have to try to hold their own in the battle of life.
Individuals with the psychic hand have the purely visionary, idealistic
nature. They appreciate the beautiful in every shape and form ; they are
gentle in manner, quiet in temper; they are confiding, and they instinctively
trust every one who is kind to them. They have no idea of how to be practical, business-like, or logical; they have no conception of order, punctuality,
or discipline ; they are easily influenced by others ; against their will,
they are carried away by the strong rush of humanity. Color appeals to
this nature in the highest possible way ; to some, every tone of music, every
joy, every sorrow, every emotion is reflected in a color. This type is unconsciously
a religious one ; it feels what is true, but has not the power to seek
truth. In religion such people will be more impressed with the service, the
music, and the ceremony than with the logic or truth of the sermon. They
are innately devotional, they seem to dwell on the confines of the spiritual,
they feel the awe and the mystery of life, without knowing why. All forms
of magic and mystery attract them ; they are easily imposed upon, and yet
bitterly resent being deceived. These individuals have the intuitive faculties
highly developed ; they are good as sensitives, mediums, clairvoyants, because
they are more alive to feelings, instincts, and impressions than are their more
matter-of-fact brothers and sisters.
Parents having such children generally do not at all understand how to
treat them. The strange thing is that they are often the offspring of matter of
fact, practical people. The only way in which I would account for such
a fact is by the theory of balance : nature, working through hereditary laws,
finds a point of balance by producing the direct opposite of the parent ; thus
the law of reaction produces the type under examination. Alas ! too often
a temperament of this kind, by the ignorance and stupidity of the parents,
is forced into some business life, simply because the father is in business.
The' utter wrongness of the life so crushes and dwarfs the nature that very
often the result of such environment is insanity or an early grave. There is
no question but that the asylums of the world are largely filled by the utter
inability of parents for such a position of responsibility ; and the sooner this
fact is recognized, the better.
Possessors of these beautiful, delicate hands, the indicators of the purely
sensitive nature, usually feel their position in life so keenly that they too
often consider themselves useless, and become morbid and melancholy in
consequence. Such, however, is not the case ; there is nothing useless that
nature calls into creation; the beauty and sweetness of such temperaments
are often of more use and do more good than those who, by the accumulation
of this world's goods, build a convent or endow a church. They may be
placed here to establish a balance in the laws of humanity ; they may be here
to increase our love and appreciation of the beautiful ; but they are not use less—of that we may be assured ; therefore let us encourage and help them,
instead of crushing and destroying them as we too often do. Alas ! in the
worldly sense they are generally left far behind in the race for fame and
fortune. I cannot refrain from drawing the following picture, as illustrative
of such types;
They are as lilies thrown, by some ruthless hand, upon the tempest-tossed
river of life—they seem so helpless in the onward sweep of that terrible current.
One sees them at times clinging to the banks for pity Ah ! those
beautiful hands have no strength ; they are swept on again by the rising tide
of bubbling, babbling, frothy humanity. A little lower, one sees them, soiled
and stained, crouching beneath the shadow of some rock, trying, as it were,
to look happy amid the weeds that for a moment mock the stream. Again,
it is the rush of the onward tide or the wash of some passing barge that
drags them from the shelter of the stone and hurries them nearer and nearer
to the sea. The river is broader now, quieter, calmer, wider : we expand in
our views as we leave the narrow banks of youth. See, now, as the night
is nearing, how those lilies rest and dream upon the tide. The river is silent
now, the rush is past, the day of life is done. See how it bears the broken
flowers tenderly, as if sorry for the roughness of its early tide. All is quiet
now, all is calm. Wider and wider yet it grows, calmer and yet still calmer.
The end has come. The mists fall now, thicker and closer and whiter. How
still it is ! The silence hangs like a coldness on the heart. The river widens
out into the sea, and lilies and flowers and weeds drift—it may be to the
garden of God
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