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Up in the office, I completed a report and automatically turned
to sign up for my next assignment. Pen in hand, I suddenly remembered
my hospital appointment. "Say AI, I won't be in,
Monday. Taking some sick leave for minor surgery. Call you
when I get released. It won't take long, a few days or so," Al replied,
"No sweat. I'll cover you."
Greeting Betsy out in the chill darkness of the parking lot, I
climbed in and warmed up her engine. Listening to the subtle
changes in idle speed as the Weber carburetors warmed, I began
to think about the upcoming surgery. "Sure will be nice to get
rid of the aches and pains," I thought. "Wish I could think of
some way to imagine the pain away. . ."
Once again we deftly slid into the night traffic, heading homeward.
As one part of my mind drove a safe distance behind the
traffic, another pondered the problem of how to utilize imagination
to overcome pain. What I needed was some form of control,
some type of mental control. Rather than a fixed image, I instinctively
searched fur a dynamic or moving image, something I had
learned to control. Remembering my fiying, I recalled the sound
of the engines when the throttles were pulled back. If pain con-
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40 The Amnesia Factor
trol could be represented by tbose throttles, perhaps I could diminish
real pain by using my imagination to pull them back to
idle.
My plans had been carefully laid for admittance to the hospital
Monday afternoon. Telling no one, preferring not to trouhle my
fumily, I had reserved a private room without television, so as to
read and work on my pain experiment in privacy. Then I pushed
all such thoughts 'over the dam' and worked up my notes for
Monday (July 17, 1971), an early morning session with Lenora.
Arriving promptly at nine, I noticed the medical emblem on
the sedan parked in Lenora's driveway. My heart skipped a beat
as I wondered if anything had happened to Lenora. "God," I silently
prayed, "Don't let this priceless opportunity slip from our
grasp now! We've waited so long." Just as I reached the porch
area, the front door opened and an armful of tape recording
equipment followed by a smiling gentleman exited. I smiled in
return, realizing (with relief) that the doctor had been visiting
Lenora for the same reason that I was! Lenora's eyes were sparkling
a big friendly welcome in the doorway as I gallantly handed
her the bouquet of huge pink carnations.
When she returned to the living room with the floral arrange-
rdavis 00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC) ~ ment;wegotrightdowntobusiness,~lTeada prepared thesis
which had been designed to elicit answers. It attempted to portray
man as a "robot"-a1beit constructed by an intelligence
transcendent to man's-a man-robot which would provide
growth-data for 'higher research.' My question was, "What is the
fate of the man-robot when the research is completed?" (The answer
seemed quite serious.)
You are placing robots here without the soul-image that is
necessary for them to have, to experience the beauty of
that creation which has come forth from them. They must
have a "soul" before they become a living being or other
than of a lower plane • . . even the animals have a soul.
You have given a beautiful simile to things that would
seem to reflect a life around you. However, you are well
aware that man is not a robot, and though he is made in
some likenesses toward the image of his Father-Creator,
Experiments with Control 41
he is also a separate individual distinct and apart from that
particular being. Know also that even as a metal robot
could not begin to evolve and think . .. that this is a Godgiven
"gift" or something which comes from an outside
source-such as from Father to son, as God to soul or
being-this is an essential part of man upon the earth.
Know that man can become a co-creator with his FatherGod,
that he can also reach out to other areas of space
and yet be a functional human being. Know that even as
he grows and expands in his conscious awareness of
those gifts that have already been given him, he must continue
to become one with the "All" and see all sides to
each particular issue that comes up.
I had no idea what the "All" was. Hoping to receive the answer
to man's eternal question, I asked, "What am I?" (Very slowly
came this answer.)
You are a part . . of the soul . . that was a part . . of the
Creator. You are not • • Total Creator . • but you are an essence
. . or droplet . . of that which IS. You are given ..
certain rays, or abilities. . to work with. . . certain added
gifts and functions . .. and yet these are not a part of your
total being . . but they enhance its growth. They are then
removed from you . . and you work with other areas.
These are not subtracted from . .. but the middle part is
removed
I still wasn't satisfied. I could not fathom the phrase, "An essence
or droplet of that which IS." What I really wanted to know
was whether or not the self-identity of a mortal person could be
recovered intact after the death of the physical body. I rephrased
the question: "Is that which is recoverable after the death of the
physical body, in any other state, in any other dimension, would
it be recognizable by me as me P"
Yes. It has a sense of your feeling, of your worth of your
abilities. It is more than just memory, but also emotion.
. . _ (there was a pause).
42 The Amnesia Factor
This is the process of growth that has come with you
through the many, many aeons. Know that you have a
Spark of the Divine that is there. This is with you, whether
you recognize it or not. This is not the information that is
implanted within you. This is something that you need to
seek out, to develop, to realize it is there, before it is yours
to use.
I suddenly caught the clue, asking, "Is this Divine Spark the
same thing as described in Eastern literature as the 'monad: or is
it perhaps what is called the Divine Thought Adjuster?"
The Divine Thought Adjuster.
00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC)
Lenora listened intently as I explained the connection. This
God-Spark had been described as a living Spark of the Absolute.
The ancient Eastern teachings symbolized God Absolute
as the Sacred Flame, from which springs countless Divine
Sparks of the Same Absolute Energy. It is said that no purer
energy exists in all Creation. This Divine Spark has been described
as totally impersonal, yet Its yearning love for Its mortal
child seems beyond the comprehension of even higher beings.
From the Greek Agape it is learned that this is a Divine Love
that can wait through the long aeons of time, silently awaiting the
moment when Its child turns within and discovers Its loving
presence. Agape, translated literally, describes a love so pure
that, "It forever expects nothing, yet eternally hopes for everything."
The Bible describes It as " ... that true Light that
lights every man that COmes into the world." The Bhagavad
Gita portrays It as ". . . smaller than the smallest and greater
than the greatest," which hints at Its transcendance of the relative
time-space dimensions. The Absolute is primal Source,
thus Its parent status has caused It to be called the "Father,"
"Father Spark," or "Father Spirit."
I asked, "Where is this Divine Spark to be found?"
Three inches behind your eyes . •. in the center of your
mind.
<center>'''''Experiments with Control'''''</center>
Up in the office, I completed a report and automatically turned
to sign up for my next assignment. Pen in hand, I suddenly remembered
my hospital appointment. "Say AI, I won't be in,
Monday. Taking some sick leave for minor surgery. Call you
when I get released. It won't take long, a few days or so," Al replied,
"No sweat. I'll cover you."
Greeting Betsy out in the chill darkness of the parking lot, I
climbed in and warmed up her engine. Listening to the subtle
changes in idle speed as the Weber carburetors warmed, I began
to think about the upcoming surgery. "Sure will be nice to get
rid of the aches and pains," I thought. "Wish I could think of
some way to imagine the pain away. . ."
Once again we deftly slid into the night traffic, heading homeward.
As one part of my mind drove a safe distance behind the
traffic, another pondered the problem of how to utilize imagination
to overcome pain. What I needed was some form of control,
some type of mental control. Rather than a fixed image, I instinctively
searched fur a dynamic or moving image, something I had
learned to control. Remembering my fiying, I recalled the sound
of the engines when the throttles were pulled back. If pain con-
39
40 The Amnesia Factor
trol could be represented by tbose throttles, perhaps I could diminish
real pain by using my imagination to pull them back to
idle.
My plans had been carefully laid for admittance to the hospital
Monday afternoon. Telling no one, preferring not to trouhle my
fumily, I had reserved a private room without television, so as to
read and work on my pain experiment in privacy. Then I pushed
all such thoughts 'over the dam' and worked up my notes for
Monday (July 17, 1971), an early morning session with Lenora.
Arriving promptly at nine, I noticed the medical emblem on
the sedan parked in Lenora's driveway. My heart skipped a beat
as I wondered if anything had happened to Lenora. "God," I silently
prayed, "Don't let this priceless opportunity slip from our
grasp now! We've waited so long." Just as I reached the porch
area, the front door opened and an armful of tape recording
equipment followed by a smiling gentleman exited. I smiled in
return, realizing (with relief) that the doctor had been visiting
Lenora for the same reason that I was! Lenora's eyes were sparkling
a big friendly welcome in the doorway as I gallantly handed
her the bouquet of huge pink carnations.
When she returned to the living room with the floral arrange-
rdavis 00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC) ~ ment;wegotrightdowntobusiness,~lTeada prepared thesis
which had been designed to elicit answers. It attempted to portray
man as a "robot"-a1beit constructed by an intelligence
transcendent to man's-a man-robot which would provide
growth-data for 'higher research.' My question was, "What is the
fate of the man-robot when the research is completed?" (The answer
seemed quite serious.)
You are placing robots here without the soul-image that is
necessary for them to have, to experience the beauty of
that creation which has come forth from them. They must
have a "soul" before they become a living being or other
than of a lower plane • . . even the animals have a soul.
You have given a beautiful simile to things that would
seem to reflect a life around you. However, you are well
aware that man is not a robot, and though he is made in
some likenesses toward the image of his Father-Creator,
Experiments with Control 41
he is also a separate individual distinct and apart from that
particular being. Know also that even as a metal robot
could not begin to evolve and think . .. that this is a Godgiven
"gift" or something which comes from an outside
source-such as from Father to son, as God to soul or
being-this is an essential part of man upon the earth.
Know that man can become a co-creator with his FatherGod,
that he can also reach out to other areas of space
and yet be a functional human being. Know that even as
he grows and expands in his conscious awareness of
those gifts that have already been given him, he must continue
to become one with the "All" and see all sides to
each particular issue that comes up.
I had no idea what the "All" was. Hoping to receive the answer
to man's eternal question, I asked, "What am I?" (Very slowly
came this answer.)
You are a part . . of the soul . . that was a part . . of the
Creator. You are not • • Total Creator . • but you are an essence
. . or droplet . . of that which IS. You are given ..
certain rays, or abilities. . to work with. . . certain added
gifts and functions . .. and yet these are not a part of your
total being . . but they enhance its growth. They are then
removed from you . . and you work with other areas.
These are not subtracted from . .. but the middle part is
removed
I still wasn't satisfied. I could not fathom the phrase, "An essence
or droplet of that which IS." What I really wanted to know
was whether or not the self-identity of a mortal person could be
recovered intact after the death of the physical body. I rephrased
the question: "Is that which is recoverable after the death of the
physical body, in any other state, in any other dimension, would
it be recognizable by me as me P"
Yes. It has a sense of your feeling, of your worth of your
abilities. It is more than just memory, but also emotion.
. . _ (there was a pause).
42 The Amnesia Factor
This is the process of growth that has come with you
through the many, many aeons. Know that you have a
Spark of the Divine that is there. This is with you, whether
you recognize it or not. This is not the information that is
implanted within you. This is something that you need to
seek out, to develop, to realize it is there, before it is yours
to use.
I suddenly caught the clue, asking, "Is this Divine Spark the
same thing as described in Eastern literature as the 'monad: or is
it perhaps what is called the Divine Thought Adjuster?"
The Divine Thought Adjuster.
00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC)
Lenora listened intently as I explained the connection. This
God-Spark had been described as a living Spark of the Absolute.
The ancient Eastern teachings symbolized God Absolute
as the Sacred Flame, from which springs countless Divine
Sparks of the Same Absolute Energy. It is said that no purer
energy exists in all Creation. This Divine Spark has been described
as totally impersonal, yet Its yearning love for Its mortal
child seems beyond the comprehension of even higher beings.
From the Greek Agape it is learned that this is a Divine Love
that can wait through the long aeons of time, silently awaiting the
moment when Its child turns within and discovers Its loving
presence. Agape, translated literally, describes a love so pure
that, "It forever expects nothing, yet eternally hopes for everything."
The Bible describes It as " ... that true Light that
lights every man that COmes into the world." The Bhagavad
Gita portrays It as ". . . smaller than the smallest and greater
than the greatest," which hints at Its transcendance of the relative
time-space dimensions. The Absolute is primal Source,
thus Its parent status has caused It to be called the "Father,"
"Father Spark," or "Father Spirit."
I asked, "Where is this Divine Spark to be found?"
Three inches behind your eyes . •. in the center of your
mind.
