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when I get released. It won't take long, a few days or so," Al replied,
when I get released. It won't take long, a few days or so," Al replied,
"No sweat. I'll cover you."
"No sweat. I'll cover you."
Greeting Betsy out in the chill darkness of the parking lot, I
Greeting Betsy out in the chill darkness of the parking lot, I
climbed in and warmed up her engine. Listening to the subtle
climbed in and warmed up her engine. Listening to the subtle
rid of the aches and pains," I thought. "Wish I could think of
rid of the aches and pains," I thought. "Wish I could think of
some way to imagine the pain away. . ."
some way to imagine the pain away. . ."
Once again we deftly slid into the night traffic, heading homeward.
Once again we deftly slid into the night traffic, heading homeward.
As one part of my mind drove a safe distance behind the
As one part of my mind drove a safe distance behind the
searched fur a dynamic or moving image, something I had
searched fur a dynamic or moving image, something I had
learned to control. Remembering my fiying, I recalled the sound
learned to control. Remembering my fiying, I recalled the sound
of the engines when the throttles were pulled back. If pain con-
of the engines when the throttles were pulled back. If pain control
could be represented by tbose throttles, perhaps I could diminish
real pain by using my imagination to pull them back to
real pain by using my imagination to pull them back to
idle.
idle.
My plans had been carefully laid for admittance to the hospital
My plans had been carefully laid for admittance to the hospital
Monday afternoon. Telling no one, preferring not to trouhle my
Monday afternoon. Telling no one, preferring not to trouhle my
all such thoughts 'over the dam' and worked up my notes for
all such thoughts 'over the dam' and worked up my notes for
Monday (July 17, 1971), an early morning session with Lenora.
Monday (July 17, 1971), an early morning session with Lenora.
Arriving promptly at nine, I noticed the medical emblem on
Arriving promptly at nine, I noticed the medical emblem on
the sedan parked in Lenora's driveway. My heart skipped a beat
the sedan parked in Lenora's driveway. My heart skipped a beat
a big friendly welcome in the doorway as I gallantly handed
a big friendly welcome in the doorway as I gallantly handed
her the bouquet of huge pink carnations.
her the bouquet of huge pink carnations.
When she returned to the living room with the floral arrange-
When she returned to the living room with the floral arrange-
rdavis 00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC) ~ ment;wegotrightdowntobusiness,~lTeada prepared thesis
rdavis 00:15, 6 December 2009 (UTC) ~ ment;wegotrightdowntobusiness,~lTeada prepared thesis
fate of the man-robot when the research is completed?" (The answer
fate of the man-robot when the research is completed?" (The answer
seemed quite serious.)
seemed quite serious.)
You are placing robots here without the soul-image that is
necessary for them to have, to experience the beauty of
''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.''
that creation which has come forth from them. They must
have a "soul" before they become a living being or other
''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, 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 God given "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.''
than of a lower plane • . . even the animals have a soul.
You have given a beautiful simile to things that would
''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
seem to reflect a life around you. However, you are well
to become one with the "All" and see all sides to each particular issue that comes up.''
aware that man is not a robot, and though he is made in
some likenesses toward the image of his Father-Creator,
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
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
to man's eternal question, I asked, "What am I?" (Very slowly
came this answer.)
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
''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.''
. . 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
I still wasn't satisfied. I could not fathom the phrase, "An essence
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
or droplet of that which IS." What I really wanted to know
the question: "Is that which is recoverable after the death of the
the question: "Is that which is recoverable after the death of the
physical body, in any other state, in any other dimension, would
physical body, in any other state, in any other dimension, would
it be recognizable by me as me P"
it be recognizable by me ''as me''!?"
Yes. It has a sense of your feeling, of your worth of your
abilities. It is more than just memory, but also emotion.
''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).''
. . _ (there was a pause).
''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
This is the process of growth that has come with you
seek out, to develop, to realize it is there, before it is yours to use.''
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
I suddenly caught the clue, asking, "Is this Divine Spark the
same thing as described in Eastern literature as the 'monad: or is
same thing as described in Eastern literature as the 'monad: or is
it perhaps what is called the Divine Thought Adjuster?"
it perhaps what is called the Divine Thought Adjuster?"
The Divine Thought Adjuster.
''The Divine Thought Adjuster.''
Lenora listened intently as I explained the connection. This
Lenora listened intently as I explained the connection. This
God-Spark had been described as a living Spark of the Absolute.
God-Spark had been described as a living Spark of the Absolute.
thus Its parent status has caused It to be called the "Father,"
thus Its parent status has caused It to be called the "Father,"
"Father Spark," or "Father Spirit."
"Father Spark," or "Father Spirit."
I asked, "Where is this Divine Spark to be found?"
I asked, "Where is this Divine Spark to be found?"
Three inches behind your eyes . •. in the center of your
Three inches behind your eyes . •. in the center of your
mind.
mind.
Our feelings were indescribable. In the silence, I thought
numbly, "Good Lord .... No wonder we've misunderstood.
All this time He was hidden in the very last place anyone might
have thought to look." Aloud, I asked the question, "In addition
to this God-Spark, does everyone also have 'guides?"
''Certainly.''
Lenora was then asked to name the guides of each member of
the Broome family. Richard Broome, a remarkably talented artist,
is a personal friend of mine who developed an unusual technique
with invisible paints. Under a 'black-light,' his paintings of
aircraft and space scenes magically transform into 'night scenes'
of unique realism. I had collaborated with Rick on a "far out"
painting which would be unveiled to my family at Christmas. It
was during my visit with them that r d mentioned Lenora and
the guides. Rick and Billie, his wife, had become highly intrigued
and desired to learn more. I had recommended an excellent
book by Jane Roberts, The Seth Material, for current information;
The Urantia Book (no known author) for background and
historical details; and Kingdom of the Shining Ones for portraits
of guides.
At the mention of "names," Lenora looked wary again, much
like a spooked and hesitant deer. I coaxed her to try, hoping to
help her eliminate the hang-up. Finally she wrinkled her pert
nose and settled down to try:
"Well ... Richard's is Rollo, spelled R-o-I-o-w, and ...
. Bethanie. . . I almost get Beth Anne, but it's Bethanie."
"Marsha's is Robert ... and Michael ... and there's a third
... well, it's a very common name ... Mary ... "
I was silent, but puzzled over the apparent "slip." Lenora had
called Billie, "Marsha." It was six months later when, in a
conversation with Rick's mother, I learned that Lenora had been
precisely correct! Her nickname was "Billie," but her given
name was "Marsha".
I asked if their impish little daughter, Lisa, might have any
guides. Lenora closed her eyes briefly to search. "Belinda and
Johnny. . . Belinda and Johnny??? . . But they feel like ''children''!
... Not at all 'high' or adult! They seem playful !" she
exclaimed with delight. I was quite surprised. We guessed that
little children all over the world very likely had little playmatecompanions.
Wondering, I then asked, "How do Belinda and
Johnny relate to Lisa? Suppose she were to fall while playing in
the park and hurt her knee ... How would they react to this?
''They would race off and attempt to attract attention to
Lisa, someone who might come to her assistance.''
I then asked Lenora (while the iron was hot) if she might get
the names of my son's guides. She seemed to be reaching more
easily now, and soon said, "This feels female ... J-o-l-e-n-e
... Jolene ... Margaret ... and Steven. I get two females
and a male." I thanked her for the information, then decided to
interject some humor into our session. Searching through an old
encyclopedia of historical names, I'd stumbled across 'Zuriel.' I
asked if Zuriel might still be around, still serving in the same
specialized category. Lenora replied that they were giving her a
"yes," but, "This one feels 'above' Herod and Harold .... Why
are you laughing like that?"
I was convulsed and finally got out, "And I know why! Probably
just waiting to go to work on the likes of me! Can you guess
what that one's specialty is? The encyclopedia stated: 'Zuriel,
who holds the cure for stupidity in mankind,' and I couldn't resist
asking."
Lenora chuckled, and, as if to prove the point of stupidity in
man, the next answer made no immediate sense to either of us.
Having worked with high-fidelity music systems for decades, and
having a working knowledge of radios and electronics, I knew
that transmitters and receivers function more effiCiently when
"grounded." Likening man's mind to an ultrahigh-frequency
transceiver, and recalling that one's nervous system extends
down to one's toes, I innocently asked the following question:
"Would standing in water improve man's telepathic abilities?"
Lenora's expression reflected amusement as the droll answer
came back:
''No. . . but sitting in the bathtub might help.''
The pretty brunette head with its winged white cap was intently
reading a chart on the desk. She made several entries.
softly snapped it shut, then returned it to the me cabinet. She
glanced at me as I patiently waited beside the counter. "Yes?"
she asked, and I gave her my name. She led me down the hallway
to the last room on the right and, entering, pulled back the
drapes to flood the room with golden sunlight. I noted with satisfaction
the sweeping view of parks and green hills beyond the
expanse of windows. This side of the hospital faced east.
When the nurse departed, I unpacked my suitcase. Donning
slippers and bathrobe, I wandered along the halls, chatted with
several patients, then returned to my room. After experimenting
with the buttons that controlled the bed adjustment, I curled up
and read for several hours. A nurse popped in, apologized for not
serving dinner, and briskly filled my water jug. When I growled
about not getting fed, she maternally reminded me that I was
due in surgery first thing in the morning. Rather magnanimously,
I was allowed to drink all the water I wished. Smiling, I
returned to my reading.
I was studying a brilliant and high perspective of all the
world's best philosophies. A review of history clearly outlined
man's long climb from the depths of superstitious fears, through
evolving systems of belief that changed with the dawn of each
new civilization, each new change a chance to lead humanity toward
higher understanding. With the emergence of a true science,
and the breakaway from the grip of dominating religions,
new potentials for growth arose. I could see that the three giants
would eventually merge, forming a more complete "lens"
through which to find truth.
"Science, philosophy, and religion," I reflected; "Three different
views of the same fundamental Reality. Science probes into
Its creative expressions, using limited tools to explore fragments
of Its objective manifestations. Philosophy uses the tool of limited
mind to try to intellectually probe the meanings, purposes,
and values of Its infinite, eternal Mind. Religion attempts to understand
It with yet another tool, the heart. And the paradox lies
in the futility of trying to describe one's subjective, inner experiences,"
Just then a young, rather shy little night-nurse entered
and asked if I needed a sleeping pill. I declined, saying that I
usually read late and slept like a log. And surprisingly, I did.
Somewhat dazed, I awakened in a strange room. One of the
nurses crossed the room towards my position, asking,
"Awake? . . . How do you feel?" "Fine," I assured her.
"What's your name?" she asked. "It's on my wrist-tag," I reminded
her. "No, you tell me," she insisted, so I rather formally
recited my name, address, and phone number, then asked the
nurse for her's. She chuckled, "You're wide awake, alright." She
swung my gurney around, out through the swinging doors into
an elevator, and eventually into my room. When I was finally
tucked in, I closed my eyes and sighed. Already the ache had
intensified, swelling to occasional sharp bursts of needlelike
stabbings. I put my imagination to work and visualized my
cockpit as viVidly as possible. Reaching out with both a mental
and physical hand, I slowly pulled back on the imaginary "throttles."
No change at all! Grumbling, I tried it again, concentrating
all my imaginative powers on the task. Again and again those
"throttles" were slowly pulled back and each time I imagined I
heard the sound of the engines dying down. No change. I stopped
and took a break.
Why would Harold and Herod have stated that pain could be
subjugated by the mind's imagination ifit were not true? Then a
new thought struck; maybe it was simply my small amount of
'mind power' that caused the lack of control. Maybe I didn't have
what it takesl
This thought aroused a sort of grim determination and, clenching
my teeth, I firmly pulled back on the "throttles" once again,
Still no change. Now I began to get angry! There could be no
reason for such an inept performance. My imagination was as
good as anyone else's! I grumbled, "''Follow'' those damn throttlesl"
and grimly tried it again, and again, and again.
A strange thing happened. I began to notice that although the
pain was still there, it now felt "remote." This was all I needed to
spur me on. Once again I pulled back on those "throttles," and
the pain receded grudgingly. As I refined the technique, I discovered
that the clearer I could "see" the cockpit image and the
clearer I could "hear" the engines dying down, the sooner the
pain subsided. Elated, I practiced every twenty minutes until
lunch arrived, then ravenously ate everything put in front of me.
Throughout parts of the afternoon, I continued practicing the
method and soon achieved a controlling dominance over the
postoperative pain.
That evening, some friends dropped in to visit, finding me in a
cheerful mood. They were still visiting when the doctor arrived.
He recommended that, ifl felt up to it, a healing sitz bath might
be in order.
Later, I felt strong enough to follow a nurse down the hall to a
closetlike room containing the tiniest bathtub r d ever seen! The
nurse checked the water temperature and explained how one
backed into a sitting position in the tub. When she departed, I
did just that.
Sighing deeply, I leaned back and lit a cigarette, reHecting
upon yesterday's session with Lenora. What had they stated?
. . . "Know that there is a Spark of the Divine with you,
whether you are aware of it or not." I smiled to myself. So the
secret hiding place of my own personal Father-God was fioally
discovered!. . . Right smack in the last place I would have ever
suspected, in the very center of my mind! Subtle! I began to
wonder how I might contact this marvelous, creative Source;
how I might communicate with Him. Quiet and meditation were
obvious prerequisites.
My thoughts wandered along, recalling the names of the
gUides for the Broome family. I must write them a letter soon.
My heart warmed when I remembered "Belinda and Johnny,"
the little playmates of Lisa ... Wouldn't Rick and Billie Hip
over this information? And 'Zuriel.' How the races of man could
benefit from that one's speciality!
Then the next thought really jolted me! I almost dropped my
cigarette. The true sigoificance of that final cryptic statement
now dawned on me ... Somehow, Herod and Harold had foreseen
my future! The words echoed again in my mind: "Sitting in
the bathtub might help." I started to chuckle, then exploded
with a roar of laughter that brought a nurse on the run. Wiping
the tears out of my eyes, I barely managed to assure her that it
was simply a little joke, nothing to get alarmed about. When she
left, I wondered what the doctor would find written on my chart
tomorrow.
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