I lived next door to Abade Faria for thirty years. As a child, I remember asking my father
what that name meant. Keen on passing on information about our land and our people,
Papa said he was a priest who had the distinction of being the discoverer of
hypnotism. As for me, I didn’t quite like to see Faria in that strange pose. It
was terrifying to see that lady tumbling down before his very eyes; it even
seemed like he had knocked her down. But then, I wouldn’t speak ill of my
neighbour, or ask odd questions…
Abade Faria is that very striking statue in the heart of Panjim.
I couldn’t have met the man himself: José Custódio de Fariawas born in 1756, at
his mother’s house in Candolim. His father was from a less known village,
Colvale. As I came of age, I learnt that he was the son of a priest and a nun…
Hold on! They were ‘normal’ people, Caetano Vitorino de Faria and Rosa Maria de
Souza, who got married, had a child, and then broke up. The father took holy
orders at the then Chorão seminary while the mother joined St Monica, Asia’s
largest nunnery, at Old Goa.
The father-son duo then travelled to Lisbon, and onward to Rome,
where Faria Jr was ordained a priest and the father-son duo did their
doctorates in theology. On their return to Lisbon, the father was left
harbouring nativist ideas; the son, seeking a safe harbour, proceeded to France
in 1788.
That’s how the name ‘Abbé Faria’ makes sense. The French word
for ‘priest’ is still in vogue in the English-speaking world. Faria spent the
last three decades of his life in Paris, Marseilles and Nîmes. In the midst of
the Revolution, he was attracted to magnetism. ‘Magnetism’ was the older word
for hypnotism, which the Abbé reinterpreted as ‘sommeil lucide’ (lucid sleep)
in his magnum opus ‘De la sommeil lucide ou étude de la nature de l’homme’ (Of
Lucid Sleep or Study of the Nature of Man), published posthumously.
In 1988, as I arrived in France, Faria’s poignant story raced through
my mind like a film. It was exactly two centuries since the only Goan who
participated in the Revolution had stepped into Paris. Alas, I found no trace
of his addresses in that magnificent global city. So I was hopeful about seeing
the Abbé next in the luminous port city of Marseilles. My joy knew no bounds
when I finally sighted a street named after him.
There I was quizzing a few pedestrians on that sleepy
thoroughfare. When the very first speaker confessed his ignorance, I was
crestfallen. But I bounced back on hearing my next interlocutor wax eloquent on
the Abbé as a hypnotiser figuring in Chateaubriand’s memoirs and in Alexandre
Dumas’ adventure novel ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’.
My third and final encounter was most memorable. When I fired my
standard question – ‘Who is this Abbé Faria?’ –the man playfully shot back at
me, saying, ‘He was an Indian – like you!’ And with a smile playing on his
lips, he vanished into thin air, while I was stuck in a hypnotic state!
Back in Goa, my interest in Faria redoubled. One fine afternoon,
very significantly, the fourth of July, my fiancée came along to see my friend
Abade Faria in Colvale. Just locating his family estate in that northernmost
village of Bardez took us longer than getting there all the way from Panjim. It
felt as though we were searching for something in pitch darkness, no
flashlights in hand, when really it was broad daylight… What an exploration
indeed!
Renowned historian J N da Fonseca, who purchased the Faria
estate in the nineteenth century, built a house there, possibly on the ruins of
the hypnotiser’s family house. Only the private chapel was spared.
When I was working on an article for the fortnightly ‘Herald
Illustrated Review’, way back in 1995, I also visited the Souza house in Candolim,
now an orphanage. It’s still the same today. Not a pretty sight, but there is
at least a plaque marking the birth of Goa’s most eminent, self-trained
scientist who left his footprints on the sands of time.
So, you see, it was great getting to know Abade Faria – my civic duty, to say the least. You too can trail him now. Begin today, on his 200th death anniversary.