Thoughts of her led me to the review of my past life beginning with the earliest impressions of my childhood. Uncovering more and more of my past life I came to review my American experiences. In the meantime my craving had become almost unbearable and every night my pillows were wet from tears. Unable to stand it longer I resolved to quit work and go home. This I did and after a multitude of experiences I found myself in Paris(..) I had to get off some final proofs for one of my lectures before leaving and while doing this a messenger handed me a telegram from my uncle which read: “Your Mother is dying hurry if you want to find her alive.”
- A very rare story told by Nikola Tesla in a letter to a friend. He talks about his mother and her death, his dream and his thoughts on spiritualism.
painting by Arnold Böcklin, Pietà (Mercy).
link to the whole letter