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Mystic v01n05 1954-08
Mystic v01n05 1954-08
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MAGAZINE
Issue' No.5 Editor: Ray Palmer ~ ________ ~
TRUE STORIES
VENUSIANS WALK OUR STREETS Paul M. Vest 8
THE GHOST OF GRANADA ................ Arthur Darrell Huckerby 58
A FUNERAL BEFORE IT HAPPENED Lillian M ... Slayton 62
THE MAN AT MY BED Mrs. Pearl McKay 98
ARTICLES
STRANGE CHILDREN Millicent X. Horton 22
YOUR HANDWRITING Professor J. S. Maxwell 95
FEATURES
EDITORIAL Ray Palmer 6
THE INNER CIRCLE _. ___ .. ______ .. _____________________ Mark Probert Controls 64
MYSTERY IN THE NEWS Ray'Palmer 83
YOUR FUTURE Dorothy Spence Lauer 86
THE MAN FROM TOMORROW William Broderick 90
THE SEANCE CIRCLE Letters From Readers 99
Cover, photo-reproduction of Mark Probert's original paintings
of three members of THE INNER CIRCLE
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VENUSIANS WALK OUR
This story is labeled on our content.s page as true. The editors
believe what Mr. Vest tells in it. And we wish to point out
that Mr. Vest himself believes it. What. we wa.nt to caution you,
however, is that sometimes everything is not exactly what it
seems to be. If Venusians act.ually are walking our city streets,
MYSTIC intends to do its level best to prove it. Thus we ask
thet anyone who can add to Mr. Vest's story come forward now
with any evidence they may possess. It may be extremely
important! The identity of the "flying saucer men" may be
absolutely vital to our national safety!
T HE experiences I am about
. to relate may seem so in-
credible-so bizarre-so ut-
something of a skeptic. Hence,
despite all evidence to the con-
trary, it still is difficult for me to
terly fantastic that I have hesi- declare with absolute certainty
tated to verify them in print. that I have met and talked with
To testify to these facts is not a Venusian. Therefore, 1"11 mere-
only to admit that we have extra- ly present the facts of my experi-
terrestrial visitors, but to assert ences and leave it up to the indi-
that beings from another world vidual reader to decide f.or him-
are walking on the streets of our self whether or not space beings
cities! These extra-terrestrials are walk among us.
familiar with our manners and Eight months ago I had but
customs; they speak our languages slight interest in flying saucers. Of
without a noticeable accent. They course, like most other people, I
dress in our clothes and look was rather curious about the fly-
enough like earthlings to pass for ing saucer phenomena. In fact I
one of us! believed I had seen one of the
Basically, I have always been saucers one late afternoon about
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STREETS!
By
Paul M. Vest
-9
10 MYSTIC
I aCTreed
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to meet him at the bus. ing down. A few seconds ago you
stop at 20th and Santa MOnica were nowhere in sight. How in the
Boulevard at 6:00 P. M. the fol- name of Heaven did you get here?"
lowing day. "Oh, I came from up the street,"
At about 5: 50 I parked my car he replied vaguely. I didn't press
directly across the street from the him further, but his reply certainly
bus stop where I had a clear, un- didn't satisfy me. For I knew he
obstructed view in all directions. couldn't have come from "up the
The 6: 00 o'clock red bus from street", for I could see for blocks
Los Angeles zoomed past without in all directions while I was out
stopping. I wafched it disappear of my car.
down Santa Monica Boulevard. We drove to my apartment a
Just to make certain "Bill" had- short distance away. I didn't say
n't arrived on an earlier bus, I got much, but he talked at random of
out of my car, walked to the inter- his impressions of Southern Cali-
section and looked in every direc- fornia.
'.
tion. But the streets were abso-
When we were seated in lounge
lutely deserted.
chairs in the living room, I made a
I had just turned to get back
few mental notes. He was about
into my car when I heard someone
six feet tall or slightly over and
call my name. Startled, I looked
appeared to be about twenty-eight
back and saw a man standing at
years old. His eyes were dark-
the bus stop, waving his hand in almost black, and his hair black
greeting.
and wavy. He was dressed in ilI-
I was dumbfounded! An instant fitting sport clothes in which he
before the streets had been abso- didn't seem to be very comfortable.
lutely deserted. Bewildered, I saw A casual observer would certainly
him approach the car, smiling .. He not be startled by his appearance.
introduced himself saying, "I'm In a crowd he would pass as a
Bill-the fellow who phoned you rather unusual appearing person.
last night from Los Angeles."
But as I studied him more close-.
We shook hands and I recall ly while he talked, I was aware of
being aware of the peculiar feel of certain strange characteristics in
his hand-as though it were with- his physical appearance. His skin
out any underlying bone structure. was exceptionally white-so white
"I can't quite figure it out," I in fact that it appeared to have
replied. "The Los Angeles bus an odd bluish tinge. His cheek
passed this stop without even slow- bones were unusually high and his
VENUSIANS WALK OUR STREETS! II
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STRANGE CHILDREN 23
'This story is one we want you to read very very carefully indeed!
Sanandana Kumara has written a story with reincarnat.ion as its
main theme and karma as its secondary theme. However, buried
between the lines he has placed some very intriguing information.
ft..> you read, you may find that it is difficult going, that it is SO!lle-
times confusing. This is done deliberately! It is done because this
is a story you should read again and again! We know that you
are not the average reader, but one much more clever in grasping
the t.rue meaning of what you read. Therefore, we did not try to
"write down" to you, but "played it stre,ight," right from the
shoulder. Of cou'rse it is difficult to grasp so complex a theory as
is presented in this story, but t.hat you will grasp it we are sure.
If, after several readings, you have not learned or even suspected
what Sanande,na Kumara is trying to tell you, perhaps there is
nothing there for you. If there is, it may be the most. important
single concept you have ever received concerning reincarnation.
Speaking of this story from a literary viewpoint, the editors feel
t.hat here is one of the fine stories of the day. It has a subtle theme
which develops through e, complex web toward one of the most
smashing conclusions we have ever read. It is the sort of conclusion
which leaves you with that sudden feeling that you have he,d a
IJrevelation," and gives you a f,ouch of exalted awe. Perhaps,
when you he,ve read this story, you will not agree that the message
Sanandana Kumara has to give you is entirely one of reincarnation
and karma. You will be right!
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IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE
,'I T was hot that day-over
a hundred. George Willet
inable. I had been too .full from the
meal Beth Baker had served us. I
was going to make a speech had been bored by the cultivated
after-" quarrel she and John were engaged
"No, John, it was Fred Mallory. in over the accuracy of their re-
George wasn't even there." spective memories. I had been
"I'm quite sure, Beth, that it slightly restless. Then,...in. the
was George. Fred was in New twinkling of an eye-
York." "-made that speech?" Beth
"No, John. It was the next finished her sentence.
year that Fred went to New York." A part of my mind knew .that
I lifted an eyebrow at Louise as she had not paused at all. Anoth-
a signal for us to leave- pretty er part of my mind was as certain
soon. The Bakers were well into that days had passed while my
one of their tedious reminiscences. body, and Louise and Beth and
Louise smiled sympathetically at John, and time itself, in this room,
me. remained frozen!
"You're confused, Beth," John "Well, ah " I stalled.
Baker said carefully. "Fred went to Three weeks! During the nat-
N ew York two weeks before that. ural hesitation between two spoken
He and I had lunch together be- words I had lived three weeks-
fore he left, and we talked about strange, terrible weeks-two thou-
the meeting and were al50 discus- and miles from this room, and-
sing George Willet and the fact how many years in time? 'What
that he was going to speak." year was this? I couldn't recall,
Beth Baker turned to me. "You with Beth lookin~ at me, waiting
were there, Paul," she said. "Was- for me to back her up in her argu-
n't it Fred who-" ment with John.
How can I portray the abrupt But I knew the year, and the
smoothness of the complete trans- day and almost the very second
ition? In a movie the scene at which I had plunged so com-
changes abruptly, you look at the pletely into the future. May first.
new action, and after a moment May Day, nineteen sixty. A few
know what is going on. It was minutes after nine in the morning.
far more complete than that. An The terrible glare was still com-
abrupt and complete change of ing through the window. At first
emotions as well as scene, of bod- I thought I was still back with
ily condition, of everything imag- George and Beth. Abruptly my
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viewpoint switched and I was ground!" I shouted, pushing Louise
thinking, "Strange, that I should down and sprawling over her to
think of George and Beth and their protect her.
silly arguments at a time like this!" The air remained s.till and mo-
In the twinkling of an eye the tionless. The whistling sound of
transition was complete. I knew a great wind passed over us and
almost instinctively what the ter- died away in the east. The rum-
rible light meant even as it shut bling in the ground stopped.
off, leaving the window seemingly Shakily Louise and I got to our
black with phantom squares of feet, and turned toward the north-
light partly superimposed upon it. west, the direction Df Seattle.
"Louise I" I shouted. I leaped 'Vhy should it seem so strange for
froOl my chair, overturning it, and Seattle to be there, just over the
ran toward the kitchen. As I mountains? It had been there
reached the doorway the earth- for five years, ever since Louise
quake came. and I moved out here from Chi-
"Paull" Louise screamed. She cago!
had a stack of plates in her hands, But Seattle wouldn't be there
and was trying to hold ontD them any more. Not now. The mush-
and keep her balance. I leaped to- room cloud, higher than the Cas-
ward her. The dishes crashed to cades, told what we already knew.
the floor. Then we were holding World War III had started-un-
onto each other, heading toward declared.
the back door, our only thought Louise spoke through chattering
to get out into the open where we teeth. "That was an H bomb ,
couldn't be cruShed if the house Paul," she said.
collapsed. "And you know what we're to-
The earthquake lessened to a do," I said. "They've drilled it
quiver. A rumble as of a thou- into us at Grange Dften enough.
sand subway trains became audi- All of us. Get out those boxes and
ble. We reached the door and start loading them with food while
stumbled down the back steps and I fill the gas tank from the emer-
away from the house. The grDund gency tanks-and the other things
underfoot was shaking in spasmodic I have to do."
quivers like a dying animal. "Yes, darling," Louise said, 'sud-
A sound in the air approached denly a)1 business. She went back
us from the northwest-the high toward the house while I turned
whistling of a wind. "Flat on the toward the garage.
IN THE T\VINKLIXG OF AX EYE 31
As I reached. the garage, its the mountain.
side became abruptly brighter. I It was only eighty miles, ,but it
jerked around toOward the south took us until almost nightfall. A
and saw the flash ball. That was car would stop. Several more of
maybe, Portland, Oregon, a hun- us would stop and unload it, dis-
dred and fifty miles to the south tributing its load and occupants
of us. Tacoma would be almost among us, not bothering to find
directly west, and Olympia would- the trouble. We had to reach our
n't be worth a bomb except foOr destination. There we would be
the propaganda effect safe even from invading ground
Methodically I performed my forces, until the government res-
emergency tasks, checking them oOff cued us. Or were even the details
from memory. Tank full of gas, of those plans known to the com-
sleeping bags, fire extinguisher, my traitors in our midst? No mat-
ammo and gun flares, flashlights, ter. The, invaders wouldn't want
water. I backed the car out, then, to destroy the entire population-
and parked it by the back porch. only the cities and the industrial
Louise was still inside. machine and the defense network.
May Day, 1960. I smiled wry- A plane darted from somewhere.
ly. Any fool should have guessed, I could see the swath of fire from
and no one had even suspected! its machineguns come down the
Probably the radar defense screen line toward me. I didn't slow
had been totally manned by infil- down. The next instant the plane
trated coOmmies, too. was gone. A second after that I
I jumped up the porch and into heard the sound .of an approach-
the kitchen. Louise had three car- ing jetplane, and knew it was the
tons filled already. I carried one sound from the one that had al-
of them out Twenty minutes ready passed. A car three cars
later we were edging out onto the ahead of me swerved into the ditch.
highway among the hundreds of Several of us stopped and got out
other cars. I recognized neighbors, to help. It was Bill Jenson and
friends. I didn't wave, noOr did his wife and three kids. Bill was
they. This business was too grim wounded in the thigh. His little
for formalities; girl was dead. Their car would
\Ve all knew where we were go- still run. "I'll drive it," I said.
ing. A place already picked out I looked toward Louise. She was
where we c'ould stand off an army. pale, but she smiled bra,oely and
Big atom proof caves back under nodded and got back into our car
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behind the wheel. now and then the ground had trem-
There were sounds in the sky. bled gently as though at the pass-
I looked up before I climbed into ing of land monsters. Once a sun
the Jenson car. Some of our planes rose briefly in the east, then cooled
were out now, fighting the commies to invisibility. Had it been Sp<l-
up there. kane~r Grand Coulee Dam?
May Day, 1960. And our world Once someone turned on a port-
had ended. I thought of the wa- able geiger counter near me, then
terfront place in Seattle where Lou- shut it 'off and said, "To hell with
ise and I had often gone for shrimp that. No place to go, now." We
dinners. I thought of her aunt all knew what he meant.
Martha who lived-had lived in I had a couple of hours in my
\Vest Seattle. sleeping bag. I didn't sleep. I
Louise and our car was right lay there and looked up at the un-
ahead of us. It was after six o'- blinking stars and the blinking
clock when we pulled into the lights of planes-only it was blink-
parking area. It was almost like ing flashes from guns instead of
going to a fair or a circus. Men lights. I thought of how familiar
with armbands of the Grange Cap- all this seemed-like I had been
tains directed us to where we through it before.
should park. I leaned out the Tomorrow I would-I couldn't
window and shouted about Bill remember what I would do , but
and his dead little girl. The Grange somewhere in my mind the knowl-
captain blew his whistle. Six men e~ge lay dormant. Was I going to
with three stretchers came running dze? I t seemed like I was. I could
from a hospital tent. Mrs. Jenson see into the future only a little
and her other girl and the little ways. Up there was a blank wall
boy went with them. I parked the that I shied away from. Some kind
car. After that we all worked into of bottomless pit where there
the night, emptying the cars. I should be a valley.
didn't see Louise until the next But I would see Louise in the
morning when I lined up with the morning. She would be filling
other men to get some breakfast. plastic cups with hot coffee. Her
Or was it just another meal? None soul would leap at me from her
of us had slept much. All during eyes.
the night planes had passed over- It did, too, in the cold gray light
head-terrifying winged monsters of dawn.
from some prehistoric age. And Then there was organization,
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 33
scouting patrols, rumors of rusky gone hunting down there two years
forces on the other side of the ago. Now the valley was gone. In
mountains coming this way. The its place was a gaping, nightmarish
children were kept in the caves hole, with no bottom.
with the supplies. The women In the crisp air I heard the stac-
cared for them and the men out- cato chatter of a macbinegun. Mark
side, but the three groups couldn't Beamish, to the right .of me, went
mix yet. Not until danger was down. I couldn't believe it. I
over. I lost track of the days and lifted my submachinegun to my
nights. Some of the patrols didn't shoulder and looked across the
come back. The ruskies were get- rise toward the direction of the
ting close to us. firing and saw a furtive uniformed
Sky battles were going on all figure dart from the concealment
the time. The radio remained of some brush. I aimed at the
dead. And one night I awakened man and ,perked the trigger down,
just before I hit the ground. I was and-
still in my sleeping bag. The "-made that speech?" Beth
ground shook so much I felt like a finished her sentence.
piece of popcorn in a skillet. The
peak of the mountain was outlined
in intense white. I knew suddenly
A PART of my "mind knew that
she had not paused at all. An-
what had happened. An enemy
other part of my mind was as cer-
atom bomber had been downed just
tain that hours must have passed
over the other side of the mountain
while my body, and Louise and
and its bomb had gone off.
Beth and John, and time itself, In
\Vhen the ground stopped mov- this room, remained frozen!
ing I felt seasick. Half the men
around me felt the same way. Some "\VeIl, ah " I stalled.
of them v'omited. We huddled I blinked, and the room blurred
around the rest of the night. In painfully.
the first light of dawn we started Beth Baker turned to me. "You
looking for our loved ones. I were there, Paul," she said, her
found Louise every detail of expression horribly;
Fifty of us went up the moun- horribly familiar. I held my breath.
tain that morning to see what had I glared at her, hating her. Obliv-
happened. We reached the crest ious of this she smiled her irritat-
of a ridge and looked down into ingly intelligent smile. "Wasn't it
what had been a valley. I had Fred who-"
34 MYSTIC
"pAUL Fairless!" I became handed it to me, folded. "Take
this to Miss Boyd/' she said grim-
aware of my surroundings
with a guilty start. It was Miss ly.
Flournoy, my teacher, who had 1 left the room with the note
barked at me. Out of the corners and went down the hall with its
of my eyes I saw that I was lined varnished, creaking floor. Miss
up with the other third grade stu- Boyd was the second grade teach-
dents. In front of us was the black- er. 1 could guess what was in
board, with columns of words store for me.
written out. We had been taking Sure enough, when Miss Boyd
turns spelling each word and tell- read the note she assigned me a
ing what it meant. desk with the second graders. She
To my left was Edith Kellum, gave me small cardboard letter
and I was quite certain she hadn't squares. 1 was plunged into the
spelled a word yet, so it wasn't task of arranging them into words.
mv turn yet. Anyway, 1 didn't The second graders around me
k.now which word, and wouldn't un- took delight in being more skill-
til Edith did hers.
ful than I. Before tJhe day was
"Edith Kellum ha.sn't had her over 1 began to envision my Fate.
turn yet," 1 said desperately. I, would be shoved down to the
"She - just - spelled - her-
first grade. Maybe i would even
word," Miss Flournoy said omin-
be shoved down to not going to
ously.
school yet! Then next fall 1 would
"I didn't hear her," I said stub- have to start school all over again
bornly. as a beginner!
"Paul," Miss Flournoy said, But why was I plunged back
"I'm getting sick and tired of you here to when I was nine years old?
always daydreaming, your mind a A few moments ago 1 had been lis-
thousand miles away. The rest of tening to Beth Baker! 1 had been
you go on with the spelling. Paul, thirty seven years old! And be-
you come with me." fore that-I had been plunged into
But I hadn't been daydreaming. I the future, to 19po! Now 1 was
was sure of it. It wasn't even in-I di9 some mental arithmetic
Edith's' turn. The turn was some~ - I was in the year 19 2 3! And it
where down the line a long ways. wasn't a dream, either. Nor- mem-
1 was sure of it. 1 followed Miss ory. 1 looked around me at the
Flournoy to her desk. She wrote seoond grade students. This was
out a note with a flourish, then real, not a memory, though with it
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 35
was memory of having lived it all couldn't believe that. The proof
before years ago. But that mem- of it was bhe fact that I was sit-
ory came from the future, and ting here on a chunk of wood, age
right here and now I was really nine, thinking calmly in terms of
worried about being demoted to 195 1 and 1960.
the first grade too. I could remember this period of
"Paul! " my life from the vantage point of
I jumped-literally a foot. 1951. I had been very prone to
"If you don't stop daydreaming daydreaming, as I remembered it.
you'll never get back into the third
Miss Flournoy had shoved me back
grade! "
from the third grade to the second,
"Yes, Miss Boy~," I said unhap-
and I had remained there for three
pily.
days before being allowed to go
I managed to concentrate on back where I belonged. Daydream-
being aware of my surroundings ing. My mind going blank and
for the remainder of the day. After oblivious of my surroundings. A
school I played with Ken and Mel- schizoid symptom, the psycholo-
vin all the way home. Mom b~wled gists of 1950 said it was. But as
me out for being half an hour late I remembered it, my mind just
from school. Babe wanted to play went blank. My thoughts didn't
with me. I tripped her and ~ go anywhere, as I remembered
cried and ran to mom. Mom gave things. Now, however, I knew dif-
me a spank for being so bad. She ferent. I was sitting here think-
ordered me to bring in some wood. ing things out with my 1951 mind,
I went out to the woOdshed and in my 1923 body! And my 1923
sat down. mind wouldn't remember a thing
Why was I here in the past? about it. It would snap back and
It was so strange it made my have only a blank for these mo-
head spin. I had jumped into the ments while I sat here - and
past from the same instant I had thought.
leaped into the futurel It was What had happened to me that
impossible, unless caused this jumping around in
There in the far future, in 1960, time? Had the H bomb that de-
I had felt that in another moment stroyed Seattle in some way upset
I was going to die. Perhaps I did the normal progression of the
die. But this was no memory I psyche forward in time? Had it
was living--Qr else all reality is perhaps caused a backwave of
no stronger than memory. But I consciousness into the past, with
MYSTIC
a node point at that instant where self yanked from my chair. I was
Beth Baker turned to me to get turned over a lap and soundly
my support of her argument? Cer- spanked. My 1923 emotions took
tainly that particular instant could over, dominating me. I cried, more
have no actual bearing or'1 the from hurt dignity than from actual
strange phenomenon! pain.
Had the H bomb in some strange Indignantly, I jumped to the
way set my psyche free to roam next day at school. In the twink-
backwards and forwards in time? ling of an eye. Amusedly I dipped
If that were so, then my next move into consciousness of the past six-
would be to try to consciously con- teen or so hours of my child life,
trol it-go where I wanted to in and with great sympathy for my-
the past and future. Forward- self as I had been at the age of nine.
br.yond death! Back-before birth! I knew that my child mind was
I f I could do one or both- "daydreaming" now, but it would-
"Paul! Bring that wood in here n't come to real harm, and I had
this instant!" planning t~ do. This period of my
Jerked back to my surroundings. life was a: calm reservoir in which
I shouted half rebelliously, "Okay I could think undisturbed. I need-
mom," just like I had been about ed it.
to do it. The fact that somewhere in the
We had hamburger patties with future a Beth Baker was pausing
potatoes and gravy for supper. My for hours compressed into an in-
sisters and pop and mom ate in- stant, her mouth hanging open
dustriously. So did I, at times. perhaps, amused. I was safe from
But at other times I was excited her here in the past. I could think.
by the growing desire to consci- I toyed with the idea of sudden-
ously choose the points along my ly raising my hand, and when Miss
time line where I would become BoQyd asked me what I wanted,
conscious. I would take things calmly informing her that Spokane
slowly and build up toO the point would be destroyed in 1960 on
where I could burst through the May second by a Hydrogen bomb
barriers of this finite life span to dropped by the Russians. But in
pre-birth and post-death. the first place she wouldn't believe
"Paul! I've spokeb to you me and it wouldn't go farther, and
enough!" in the second place, I doubted that
I became conscious of my sur- my 1923 conscious mind would be
roundings just in time to feel my- able to permit me to utter such a
IN THE TWINKLING OF fu~ EYE 37
prophecy. Its consciousness was toward the direction of the firing
separated from mine by infinite
barriers. "-made that speech?" Beth fin-
SO'I stifled my sense of humor ished her sentence.
and concentrated on more vital "Paul Fairless!" It was Miss
things. \Vas I a complete victim of Flournoy.
this strange phenomenon that toss- I was turning the pages of a
ed me about in time? Or could I picture book. At the front of the
consciously control it? There was classroom was Miss Wooster. The
only one way to find out. Consci- first grade. Relief. It was a study
ously try to arrive at a predeter- period and I could daydream in
mined point in time. What should peace. Think.
it be? It was utterly crazy. Considered
\Vas there some point between from the standpoint of straight
1923 and 1951 I wished to revisit? time, I had already been fully con-
Sot particularly. How could I scious on several different levels
change anything that had happen- up there.in 1951, simultaneously.
ed? Actually, there were very few Also I was not conscious there now.
things I would want to change. But my awareness of passage of
Sickness, perhaps; but now that it time seemed independent of physi-
was past, why try? cal time. I was cast loose from it,
Beyond 19.5 1, then. Was I cur- but apparently confined to my own
ious about any of it? Why had I skull. The Hydrogen bomb, may-
left Chicago and gone to the west be, or perhaps my death had caused
coast to live? The answer, and full a backlash of consciousness that
memory from 1951 to 1960 leaped was surging backwards toward 'the
into consciousness. Of course I dead end of birth, and ahead again
knew all of it! Hadn't I been my to the dead end of death. The
full 1960 self for three weeks? temporal point in 1951 was a nat-
I knew my entire life, from the ural node point.
first vague gray dawning of mem- One thing was sure, though. I
ory to-- didn't go on from 1951 with full
In the crisp air 1 heard the stac- memory of all this. I could recall
catto chatter of a machinegun. the future from that visit at the
:l\Iark Beamish, to the right of me, Bakers. I had been bored. I had
went down. I couldn't believe it. murmured pretended forgetfulness
I lifted my submachinegun to my so that I wouldn't have to make a
shoulder and looked across the rise liar out of Beth. John had remem-
MYSTIC
bered who made the speech. And of my life span. 1 wanted to-
I had had no slightest memory of I tried too late to stop listening.
jumping back and forth in the fu- 1 wanted to penetrate beyond
ture and the past. Not conscious death, before birth!
memory, at least. Fear of death flooded over me
But why? My continuity of con- so strongly that it filtered into my
sciousness from birth went to that child-mind and I partly united with
node point and then jumped to the it, staring straight ahead with un-
future, then back, then into the seeing eyes, trembling. With an ef-
past, then back and forth. fort I pulled free to quietness again
Or did it go through my entire -and it was dark. I was still six
life, jump back to 1951, and-I years old, but I was in my room,
became unsure. And it didn't mat- half asleep. There were fresh mem-
ter anyway. Maybe all people had ories of snow outside ..1 had jump-
a level of consciousness that was ed ahead - or back - several
free of time, roaming over the en- months. I didn't know which, nor
tire span of life. Right now, here care.
in the first grade of school, with a The thought of penetrating be-
picture book in front of me, I was yond death - dying - no longer
consciously seeing my entire life, nooded me with terror. I still felt
the events connected with it, world my stomach tie up at the thought,
events up to 1960. But on the but I could view the prospect with
lower level that was me at the more boldness. After all, what was
age of six had no awareness of this there to fear? Total oblivion? In
at all. Yet it was just as surely normal life I firmly believed in the
I as the I I knew myself to be! immortality of the soul-existence
It had a consciousness-suspend- after death. I had even more rea-
ed right now-"daydreaming," and son to believe in something more
it had subconscious thoughts, than physical being now!
vaguely prodding it to awaken to What was that they said about
its surroundings. the moment before death? One's
I had an awake consciousness- whole life passing in review? Was
and urges that were trying to burst that what I was going through?
into conscious thought. I listened No. It was too real for that.
for them, coaxed them into the But-
open. But what if, up there in 1960
I didn't want to remain roaming at the farthermost point of my
and lurking in the enclosed length memory of the future, 1 didn't die?
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 39
And the next day, waking up in the the filtering through of my present
hospital, I remembered all this time-free consciousness to my low-
travel over my past? I would prob- er time-bound awareness. Perhaps
ably chuckle about it and tell the there were some instances where
nurse my whole life had passed in future memory had actually influ-
review just before I blacked out enced actions or decisions. Closed
up there on the ridge! circles iri time. The end determin-
Maybe that was the explanation, ing the beginning.
or maybe I had really died up there Maybe I could burst the boun-
in 1960. The only way to find out dary of my birth and go back to
was to penetrate beyond that in- the beginI)ing of time-and influ-
stant that my emotions told me ence the very course of evolution.
was my point of death. Or may be I could go forward to
I had to do that. And yet, the the end of time and get the entire
thought of it sent an emotion of picture, the meaning of All.
nostalgic regret through me. Would Suddenly death no longer held
I ever again be able to roam over any fears. My only fear was-if
my entire life .in full consciousness, I didn't die in 1960 three weeks
independent of corporeal time? after May Day, and all this w~re
Why, I could live forever here, only a natural phenomenon that
within the confines of the years would become just a "review of my
1914 to 1960! Forever? My mor- whole life passing before me," this
tal life would become a cage from free ego I had become would die.
which I could not escape, every I would die. I. There would only
second of it re-lived so often it be Paul Fairless, perhaps chuckling
would be a hated experience. Even over my death and his survival.
now I had little desire to re-live I hated him suddenly. \Vhat a
any moment of it. Only if I could boor he was. I could see him,
forget, so that each re-living of each slouched and untidy, while Beth
moment would be new and sur- asked him a question and .he open-
prising to me, could such an eter- ed his lips and uttered an asinine,
nity be worth having. But then it "Well , ah "
would be meaningless. I had to escape him, and there
The nostalgic feeling remained. were only two avenues of escape.
I thought of my entire life up to Toward the future lay possible de-
I960. There had been times when struction, all the more humilitating
I had premonitions of the future. since I would become only a
Some of those undoubtedly were laughable part of his memory. To-
40 MYSTIC
ward the past, before birth- their wagons," he said. "They will
I consciously willed myself back- be here tomorrow about noon." He
ward in time spoke the dialect of the tribe to the
east. His pony was coated with
* *was wet with
THE horse's* hide foam from long hours of hard rid-
sweat under my legs, and mov- ing. I was surprised that he
ing with rhythmic swiftness. I could be here and live, since we
barely had time to sense this, to were at war with his tribe, more
become aware of the surrounding or less.
oountryside, the bow in my hands I glanced about me. I was one
already loaded with an arrow, my of a large group of my tribesmen
trained muscles and eyes aiming it, apparently gathered to hear this
timing my movements with the mo- man speak his piece. My newly
tion of my horse. Then something acquired memories tried to fit what
hit my chest with a hammer blow, they saw. Every face was familiar
knocking me off the horse. I was -but not quite. Each face was
half dazed by my fall. I had roll- older!
ed onto my side and could see the From somewhere new memories
gaping hole in my chest. I was flooded in to join the previous
going to die! block of .memories. It had been
Almost without thinking, but many summers since-a moment
with a surge of terror that cut ago--I had lain half asleep under
off abruptly, I leaped. And I was the tree. Someone had been about
lying half asleep under a tree, a to come. My horse had looked to-
horse standing quietly near me. ward the east. Had it been this
The memories' of a lifetime joined warrior of the eastern tribe?
my mind. My name was Lazy My new memories were con-
Hawk and I belonged to the Shaw- fused, and they churned with an
nee tribe. Millions of memories emotion of fear that was apart
flowed through my consciousness, from me. I let them churn and
too fast for concentration on any turned my attention to the speak-
one item, but slow enough for er. From the expressions on the
grasping. My horse lifted its faces around me I knew my' fellow
head, aware of the approach of tribesmen were working up to a
something or someone. I started war fever, excited at the prospect
to glance in that direction. The of getting that strange devil-water
horse started to whinny- of the white men that could make
"They have much firewater in everything seem so different and
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 41
delightful. the forest. I heard animal calls
The chief of my tribe, Chief from the right and the left. I an-
Crazy Horse, asked suspiciously, swered them with my own special
"Why didn't your tribe kill them call. We were on our way!
and take the firewater?" My dominant emotion became
The man's face turned black amazed and intense interest. This
with hate. "We tried," he said. "We was I in what must be an incarna-
killed many of them, but they kill- tion previous to the life I had
ed too many of us. We fled. Their known as Paul Fairless. It was
guns kill from a great distance. We like suddenly awakening after am-
didn't know that. We charged at nesia, with the past flooding in, en-
them from across a great plain, tirely new for the moment, but un-
hoping that the sight of us would questionably my past. It hadn't
make them run and leave their merged as yet with my life as Paul
wagons and oxen and some of their Fairless. In some ways it never
horses. Chief Running Water sent would. They were two sepa.rate
me to tell you all this, and to warn lives in every respect. But they
you that you must not be seen un- were both mine.
til you are close enough to kill r tore at the dried venison with
them with your arrows. I have my teeth and chewed the leathery
spoken." stuff, one part of my mind relish-
"And what do you hope to get ing its flavor while the more inti-
if we kill them and take their fire- mate me savored it as something
water?" Crazy Horse asked. strange. I marvelled at the keen-
The hate in the warrior's face ness of my eyes, the interpretations
grew more intense if possible, the newfound part of my mind gave
"Vengeance," he spat. to little things like bent grass,
Chief Crazy Horse issued com- broken twigs, fallen leaves.
mands. I heard my name spoken. And I was glad it was so inte-
I was to be one of the scouts who grated and so automatic that it
would go toward the east and find didn't need any conscious direction
the wagon train and keep it in from me to function. Or rather, I
sight until I could tell where it was consciously doing everything,
would pass. There were six of us. but without having to use any part
I ran to my wigwam and order- of my twentieth century skills and
ed Little Bird to cut me some knowledge. Or lack of skills and
chunks of dried venison. A mo- lack of knowledge.
ment later I was running through I was, I suddenly realized, think-
42 l\fYSTIC
ing simultaneously in two differ- though all along I had been far
ent spheres of thought. Indepen- more cautious than a white man
dent trains of thought flowed of the twentieth century could pos-
through my mind. Some of them sibly be.
seemed humorously independent. I saw a soft glow through the
The facet of me that had been half trees. I reached the edge of the
asleep under a tree was still at forest and saw the campfire half a
work on the problem of how it had mile distant in the center of a
gotten here into the future-only meadowland.
it didn't think of it as the future. I chose a spot to sleep, and al-
It's patterns of thought were most immediately it was dawn.
crude and limited by vocabulary, Shortly after, the wagon train
riddled with superstition and a moved out. After an hour, from a
simple but in some ways beautiful tree, I gained a better view of the
philosophy, mixed up with a sense wagon train and the white men. A
of values and morals that raised thrill of dread coursed through me,
my hair, figuratively. I had killed raising'uneasy thoughts in the part
many men in my time. There were of me that was the Indian, Lazy
intensities of hatred and passion Hawk. This was the wagon train
latent within me that were defin- I had been charging toward when
itely psychopaihic, but understand- I got knocked off my horse with
ably so in view of the fact that in a bullet!
this crude world were men who The memories that were Lazy
would kill me without compunction Hawk's didn't accept these
if they had the chance. Almost thoughts. It rationalized them in-
every fight I had ever been in had to something that amazed me. A
been to the death, with fear of fatalistic acceptance of impending
death adding its psychopathic death! I studied this and could
needle. see the reasons. To try to escape
Night came. Hour after hour I it would brand me as a coward and
glided through the forests, over I would be killed anyway. It was
the meadowlands, often yipping my better to accept it and hope it
special cry and hearing answers would go away.
of friends. From the stars I knew A memory of the geography of
the' night was less than half over this area unfolded itself. I check-
when I heard the signal that the ed this against the direction the
wagon train had been sighted. I wagon train was going, seeing
went forward more cautiously, which way it would have to go. I
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 43
thought of the ideal place to at- of me that was the mental com-
tack. plex, Lazy Hawk, had any reason
A moment later, in answer to my to fear it.
signal, furtive shadows came to- Nevertheless my excitement rose
ward me through the trees. We as we approached the place. It was
compared notes. There were, we a narrow pass. We went to within
decided, two places where an at- two miles of it and waited until we
tack would work, depending on got word that the white scouts had
which way the wagon train went a looked over the possible places of
mile farther on. They would reach ambush and found nothing. Then
either place just before noon. we moved in.
Three of us started back toward Our plan was simple. Our first
the village by different routes in volley of arrows would catch them
case there were white scouts and completely unawares. Within five
one of us got killed. We all got seconds after the arrows left our
back toO camp alive. We reported bows we would be charging over
what we had found to Chief Crazy the rise into view of the wagon
Horse. train. The white men would be
Many of the warriors of the dumbfounded by the arrows killing
tribe were already well into the war so many of them. For precioOu~ sec-
dancing. The part of me that was onds they would be paralyzed-
Lazy Hawk threw itself into the and we would be among them,
war fever with full intensity. My switching to our tomahawks. in
wife, Little Bird, watched me close combat.
stoically as I daubed my face with It happened that way-except
war paint. I gave her an affec- that the white men ignored their
tionate, dry-humored grunt, then dead and had their guns ready for
ran out to join the dancers. us. We charged down the slope.
Soon the other scouts returned. My horse's hide was wet with
We now knew where we would sweat under my legs, and moving
stage the attack. As a panorama with rhythmic swiftness. I steeled
of the area rose in my mind's eye myself for the blow that I knew
I recognized it. This time, how- would strike me in another mo-
ever, I kept my emotions down. ment, but the part of me that was
Why should I fear that impending Lazy Hawk was divorced from this
death? I had already been at that part of me. It had even forgotten
moment of time-and beyond it its premonition of death and knew
into my next life! Only the part only the fever of the fight, the bow
44 MYSTIC
and arrow an extension of its body Fairless part had, with the same re-
as it drew back the string and aim- actions, the same mystification, the
ed, timing its motion with that of same wonder!
the horse under it. Awareness seemed to work only
The blow came, hot, unexpected one way. Lazy Hawk was not
even though I knew it was coming. aware of being anyone but Lazy
I felt the horse slide ahead under Hawk. I was aware of being Paul
me and to one side as I fell to the Fairless and Lazy Hawk, in two
ground, and my thoughts became succeeding lives.
dazed, confused, until abruptly the The voices of the approaching
gaping hole in my chest bored in- girls had vanished without my be-
to my mind. I was going to diet ing aware of it. I was squatted
Blind terror surged through every inside a wigwam, and was vaguely
part of me. I leaped. aware of my mother sitting with
her back to me in the flap opening.
HE uncompleted whinny of my I was a little boy, and in this the
T horse continued in my ears. I parallel continued.
continued turning my head and I t was I. And yet the thinking
saw what my horse had seen; sev- in the part of me that belonged to
eral girls of my tribe scampering my life as Lazy Hawk was behaving
toward me. exactly as though a separate I
Memory of this instant. coor- were going through the experiences
dinated in me. The part of me I had already gone through in my
that was Lazy Hawk was realizing Paul Fairless existence. Was it a
that it had been many summers separate I-consciousness?
into the future for two days and Was there such an I -conscious-
had come back, all within the space ness above me, that had come back
of a breath! in time from a life beyond 1960,
Abruptly things clicked together. just as I had come back to this
The part of me' that was Lazy life from the twentieth century?
Hawk was not aware of the part I shied away from the thought as
of me that was Paul Fairless! That I would shy away from death it-
had been there underneath all the self, because if it were true, th~n I
time, unnoticed. But now some- would be reduced to the role of a
thing else was added to it. The thought focus among thought foci.
part of me thal was Lazy Hawk It isn't so! I shouted in my
had been going through the same thoughts. And to prove it, I de-
pattern of experience that the Paul termined to unite that thought
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 45
focus so concerned with what was Lazy Hawks and its own, then it
happening, with myself, and make was under a higher ego that con-
the consciousness that was aware tained all three lives-plus one
of being Lazy Hawk conscious of more-ad infinitum. To the infin-
being Paul Fairless in a future life. ite future. The human race would-
I screamed at it, pleaded with it, n't last that long. The progression
talked to it. And it seemed that stopped somewhere. Therefore
little fingers of thoughts were why think it went beyond me?
reaching down toward me from I remembered my earlier feeling,
somewhere above. I resisted them that the Hydrogen bomb had start-
as strongly as I fought toward the ed it. I felt that that was the
Lazy Hawk center of thought. I truth.
refused to listen to anything above With a new confidence I looked
me, because to admit it existed boldly into the complex of thought
was to destroy my uniqueness as that was puzzling at things in my
an identity I Lazy Hawk memories. There was
And yet, here was the Lazy no separate ego there, but only my
Hawk part of me, unaccountably own thoughts, not coordinated
(to it) sent back in time from the with my whole mind.
point of its death to a moment it And then I thought of something
remembered from adulthood as be- else. I had arrived in Lazy Hawk
ing a period of "daydreaming," re- just a few seconds before he was
membering its entire lifetime from to die, then leaped backward from
birth to a moment before death. his moment of death to a quiet and
It was unaware of me, and to me somewhat peaceful few moments
it was only a coordinating bundle of his early life. From there I had
of my memories, somehow func- gone forward to within two days
tioning without my willed direc- of his death and lived every mo-
tion-even ignoring my willed at- ment right up to the end, reliving
tempts to control it. that end. But Lazy Hawk had no
The parallel with my own exper- memory of leaping back and then
ience was too great. forward. To him there had been
But wait! I was reasoning from only the unaccountable leaping for-
a false analogy! I saw it, sudden- ward.
ly, and felt weak with relief. I studied him more closely, and
If what I had been thinking was became more and more aware that
correct, it followed that if a higher his viewpoint even now was that
ego contained my memories and of the man who had been drowsing
MYSTIC
under a tree and then had been tal being. I was a light spark of
plunged into the future, then the awareness and self awareness that
past. And to myself I was even had originated in 1951 and was be-
now still the man who was sprawl- ing maneuvered '~re and there in
ed in a chair listening to Beth ask a manner similar to that of a flash-
me a question. I wasn't Lazy light being used in the darkness.
Hawk. I wasn't even the Paul Lazy Hawk was another beam of
Fairless of 196o-and wouldn't be light from a flashight. We could
untJl I had lived every moment be shut off. Perhaps.
from Beth's question to that fatal My reaction to the prospect of
year. total annihilation wasn't what I
I thought about that for a: mo- expected. I was absorbing some
mentand saw the big hole in my of Lazy Hawk's fatalism. But along
re:1soning. If it were true, why with it was an underlying feeling
did I go from Beth's question with that I had missed something in my
no faintest memory of all this reasoning that was in my favor.
jumping around? Did I forget it At any rate, I had gone as far
all? Or UJas it I who went on? If it as reason seemed able to carry me
wasn't 1- at present. What would I do now
My thoughts lost their direction -if I had any control over my fu-
in a storm of confused emotions ture course of action? Return to
and vague gropings. In the mix- 195 1 ? Could that carry me any
ture only one thing seemed clear. further in my search for answers
So far as my conscious awareness to my problem of survival? I knew
was concerned, my jumping about every moment of that life from
was without my own volition. A birth to death. Should I remain
couple of times I had seemed to will in this life of Lazy Hawk? I knew
myself to a different point in time. every moment of that life too:
I had seemed to will myself back- Should I go back still farther to .,
ward into this previous existence. a previous life, or-A sudden'
But through all the jumping thought occurred ;0 me. To go
around, a behavior pattern was be- forward into my life as Paul Fair:.
coming evident, and it wasn't my less, taking my memories as Lazy
behavior pattern. I was being Hawk with me, would be a step in
jumped around, not jumping. The the right direction. It would have
difference was terrifying to me. I overcome one death, and then
was not Paul Fairless. I was not might be able to penetrate beyond
Lazy Hawk. I was not some immor- my own into the future beyond
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 47
19 601 I decided to do that. I Why not? The more the merrier.
willed to go forward, and nothing I wouldn't be alone, afraid that
happened. But on the Lazy Hawk something would shut me off like a
level of thinking I was trying to en- -flashlight beam.
vision going beyond' my point of Lazy Hawk was still consciously
death into the unknown, and shying willing himself backward. I did
away from it. Lazy Hawk was the same. A surge of confidence
picturing the prospect of total ob- flowed into me consciousness
livion. He thought of birth. That of floating lazily on the perimeter
direction, he decided, would be the of a slowly revolving vortex, ap-
safe direction. If there were noth- proaching the center unhurriedly,
ing before this life, he would be then more-quickly, then suddenly,
unable to penetrate to before birth, in the twinkling of an eye, I was
but he would still exist. He de- drawn into it. center with a-
dded to will himself backward in SN AP /'
time. I resisted that decision, see- The horrible sound rapped its
ing the trap it would be for both way into my emotion-torn mind.
of us.. He was going through the Strange images seared into my
same emotional line of thought I brain; the coarse weave of a crude
had gone through before willing basket rushing past my eyes, too
myself backward into this life. I close, and suddenly jumping about
could see the result if I gave in. and coming to rest at a grotesque
Lazy Hawk would be in the posi- angle simultaneous with the sounds
tion I was in now. I would be a of dry straw rattling together. I
step higher. And there would be could see the complete perimeter of
a third personality to consider. the top of the basket. It was a
Then suddenly I saw something circle, enclosing the sky and a
new. Already I strongly suspected thing that reached upward into the
that above me was the ego of a sky. The basket was much, much
future life~ unable to make me too small for anything but- And
aware of its existence. Why not what was that thing being drawn
let Lazy Hawk get the same view- upward within the framework?
point? Right now he had no true With complete panic I leaped.
inkling that I existed. Once he
suspected, we might get together. VAWNED elaborately at my
Two against one. If that didn't I host whom I held in contempt
work, then another step backward for no other reason than that I
would make it three against one. had often seduced his wife and he
MYSTIC
had never suspected. chains. He remounted. I was
" so you see, my good Ar- forced along the street on foot, the
istide " he was saying. Aristide part of me optimistic at
His ornate and richly furnished one moment, despairing at the
dining room vanished. In its place next.
was a narrow street. -l viewed it I let my awareness course rap-
with interest. That part of me that idly through his past to earliest
was Lazy Hawk was studying it memories, flinching at much of
with amazement and the beginnings what I "remembered." But it was
of shrewd speculation. The part of my own memories, so I judged less
me that was Aristide Groh the harshly than I might have. My
younger was busy trying to extri- standards had certainly been crude,
cate himself from Aristide the old- closer to the animal, vicious and
er an~ figure out how he had been cynical. Even Lazy Hawk, know-
suddenly plunged so many years ing they were hjs personal mem-
into the future, for future he in- ories of a former life, felt a repug-
stantly recognized it to be. nance. Or perhaps I should say
But there was no time to stand that Lazy Hawk felt more of a
idly and speculate. Already the repugnance, because his standards,
soldiers on their horses were turn- though barbaric, were closer to the
ing into the narrow street and ideals of fair play than those of
charging forward. I turned to run civilized man.
-and they had entered from the In five minutes I had had my
other direction too. I was trap- fill of being Aristide. He also was
ped. In seconds the mounted sol- remembering his past back to the
diers drew their horses up sharp, moment at which he had leaped in-
lances within inches of me. to his future. He was recalling
Aristide surrendered meekly, al- with satisfaction that a few days
ready building plans for escape in after the moment he had left , he
case the judges condemned him to and his host had duelled, and he
the guillotine. I knew he would had won. He had then lost interest
not escape, Lazy Hawk knew it, in the wife and forgotten her.
for we had the common memory Only a few days ago he had
of that last moment when our seen her on the street, a repulsive
head-as well as Aristide's-fell sight with her open sores. She had
into the basket. recognized him. He had tossed' her
A soldier dismounted and bound a few coins contemptuously.
my hands behind my back with Sudden suspicion entered his
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 49
mind. Had she reported his being And, though I did not consciously
here to the soldiers? She must recognize the thought as yet, that
have! one would be-must be-me. There
"For that," Aristide gritted in- was, really, only me. The focus
audibly through his teeth, "when that seemed to be a separate ego
I get free I will kill her-painfully. in the Lazy Hawk personality was
Or if by chance I return to the empty. It had to be. Anything
present from this cursed future I else meant--eventual oblivion. For
will at once kill her to prevent this me, .for Lazy Hawk, for Aristide
treachery. " Groh.
I was repelled. How could I So I watched the unsuspecting
have been this way in any incar- Lazy Hawk from my vantage point,
nation? It seemed impossible! I ready (subconsciously) to pounce,
wanted to escape living with these to devour him into my being, driv-
thoughts that disgusted me so. en by the instinct for survival.
And yet, if the pattern I had gone And above me? Perhaps it was-
through twice were repeated here, n't for qothing that my favorite
I was condemned to live through expression in my incarnation as
every moment of the trial and final Aristide was, "Flea of a flea!"
execution. Lazy Hawk was also But then, all my thinking was col-
somewhat repelled, but he wasn't ored by the personality of Aristide.
sure he would have to live through It was inevitable. Paul Fairless
the days up to the guillotine. He was a facet of me far in the fu-
onI'y suspected it. ture, remote
I forgot Aristide as much as pos- In prison, during the trial, du~ing
sible and concentrated on Lazy the wait for the day of execution,
Hawk. I watched his thoughts, I returned more and more to the
seeing them duplicate every stage thought of how far away my life
of reasoning I had gone through. I as Paul Fairless had really become,
waited, hoping for the moment how remote. Murder, constant
when he would be receptive. danger of being killed, every vice
If 1. could get him just once to known to man, had become fresh. .
consciously accept the thought, "In er in my memory than Paul Fair-
my next incarnation I am Paul Fair- less.
less," I was sure that all the bar- I clung to him at times when the
riers would tumble. reality of the prison became too
We would then become one in repugnant. I yearned for his real . .
reality as we were in continuity. ity, the heavenly monotony of lis . .
50 MYSTIC
tening to Beth Baker, the sterilized watches. It was much that way
threat of the Hydrogen bomb in with me. The Aristide part of me,
contrast to maggots and vermin of from a Hollywood standpoint, was
the kind that infested the mind, superb. I found myself forgetting
in addition to those that infested that it was grim reality-and then
the flesh. I would remember, and be sick to
Aristide, in his oblivion to any- the depths of my soul.
thing else, lived out his last days Each unfolding moment was
on two levels of thought. Lazy new, of course. As in the life of
Hawk, knowing more, yet accepted Lazy Hawk, I seemed to have en-
it with stoic calm and growing an- tered at the moment preceding
ticipation of that remembered mo- death and almost instantly gone
ment when we could leap backward back to an earlier period without
in time to safety. actually.absorbing any of the mem-
Or was it I who accepted it all ories future to that period.
with stoic calm? I became con- There were many witnesses to
fused. my crimes. As I suspected, the
And once I awakened from a day- woman had indeed been the one
dream in which I was riding a who informed the police on me.
pony bareback across a prairie, Maria was her name. She bad fol-
feeling my body blend its move- lowed me to the room where I was
ments with those of the horse, feel- staying and I had not suspected.
ing the clean air rush past me, I had not suspected .a lot about
smelling the scents of the wild. her. She had watched my duel
Living with her husband from the con-
There came the day of the trial. cealment of a thicket and I had
The French court seemed like not known it. She had seen the
something out of Hollywood. In trick I used to win the duel-a
many ways I seemed to myself trick I always used when forced
to be only an actor, knowing much into a duel. Fine sand thrown un-
of the script, already having re- expectedly into my adversary's
hearsed the final scene. Perhaps face, blinding him so that it was
good actors completely forget them- simple to leap in and drive st~aight
selves and really become, for the through his heart. I had not
moment, the character they are thought that anyone could detect
playing. Or perhaps a part of their my device. The seconds and the
mind splits off and becomes the physician had detected nothing-
character, while the central ego but then, I had been careful to
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 51
flick the sand when their view of I had surprised her alone one
my hand was obscured. Unfortun- day. She had resisted with all
ately at that moment Maria in her her strength, but her very resistance
hiding place had been very close had been fuel added to the fire of
and at the ideal angle to see what my passion. I had slipped away
happened. quietly and waited for signs of
It was fascinating to watch the trouble. Three days later I had
processes of justice as interpreted "accidentally" encountered Jaques
by the court. To have killed on the street and :he had been most
Jaques in a fair duel would have friendly; so I had known beyond
been legal. The trick of the sand doubt that Maria had kept it from
made it murder. him. After that she had given in
Maria-I felt three different to me through blackmail, to keep
ways about her on three levels. me from telling her husband of the
Aristide, of course, was consumed first time-.
with heat toward her, considering What sorry victims of society
her tragic life as something she well women were! I, Paul Fairless,
deserved-and more. Lazy Hawk wept in my thoughts as I look~d at
pitied her, but considered both her her on the witness stand and lis-
and himself-as-Aristide to be vic- tened to her story. Her open sores
tims of an unhealthy society. I guessed to be the last stages of
My own feelings toward her one of the venereal diseases. Per-
were mixed with. the reality and haps penicillin could have saved
the unreality of my varying in- her, but miracle drugs, even the
jection into what I saw. When I knowledge that disease was caused
had first met Maria she had been by living organisms which could
a loving and devoted wife to be killed, was separated from this
Jaques, with never a thought of courtroom by the unbridgeable gulf
infidelity. That-and the realiza- of future years!
tion filled me with shame-was The trial lasted for days. There
what had attracted me to her. I were other witnesses. I had fought
was a shrewd student of human many duels and won them with my
nature. Jaques himself was the key sand tossing trick. I bad robbed
to things. If his wife were discov- many people. The Aristide part of
ered to be impure, regardless of the me checked off each crime as it
circumstances he would throw her was brought before the court. In
out. It was in his nature. Maria the end Aristide felt happy because
knew this. of the crimes the court had missed
MYSTIC
-and highly indignant for two an awareness of the stoic waiting
murders they had lain at his door, of Lazy Hawk and the unrepent-
of which he was innocent! But ant raging of Aristide. Aristide
dominating these lesser feelings sensed my remorse very dimly and
was his utter horror at the sen- hated himself for feeling it even a
tence. The prospect of being be- little. Lazy Hawk sensed both the
headed was terrible to him. remorse and the raging unrepent-
How can I express my own re- ance, and repressed them, thinking
actions as the court closed the case them signs of weakness. But these
of Aristide Grah? I was etching were things I automatically be-
the face of Maria, of each sorry came aware of without thinking of
victim of my-Aristide's cruelty up-- them. My thoughts were dominated
on my soul. I could not condone by a resolve to find some way to
my actions. Lazy Hawk's philoso- find these souls in a future life
phy was wrong. Aristide was not where I could atone for my wrongs.
a vktim of a sick society. The For the first time I searched up-
judge of the court, the lawyers, ward beyond myself, beyond any
and the vast bulk of this society future self that might endanger my
lived sane moral lives. existence by absorbing me. I
I prayed for a miracle that would thought of my former fears of de-
enable me to right the wrongs I struction. How selfish they had
had done in this life. There must been!
be some mark, some means of iden- Yes, I was Aristide, and I was
tification, so that I could recog- Lazy Hawk. Even as Paul fair-
nize these souls I had wronged, in less I was them, basically. From
some future life. There had to he my higher position I had watched
some means of going forward and for a means of pouncing upon Lazy
seeking them out I Hawk and digesting him into my
I was led back to my cell and own ego, and I would have used
left alone. In the morning I would fair means or foul! And Lazy Hawk
be led out to the guillotine. I was -how many scalps had I won in
considered dead already, not worth that existence? How many could
wasting water on to quench my I have left on the heads of their
thirst, nor a last meal of even a owners and won as friends? Even
moldy crust. one was .one too many, and there
I slumped to the floor against had been several.
the damp wall of my cell. Re- I looked upward and asked for an
morse was dominant in me, with opportunity to make amends. Ev-
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE S3
en as I prayed for that opportunity to hear the faintest of whispers
I was scheming how nice such a that might give me contact with my
chance would be. It would give next life beyond 1960. I had felt
me a guarantee of surviving while that if Lazy Hawk could become
I made amends. It would carry even partially aware of my exis-
me irito the future beyond 1960, tence the wall between us would
because nothing before that time vanish. I now felt that if I could
could be changed from what it was. know even my name in my next
I t would give me dominance over life beyond 1960 the barriers would
the Aristide and the Lazy Hawk fall away.
identities, because I was the one I needed guidance, companion-
who first decided to right the ship, even if it were only guid-
wrongs I had done. I tried to ance and companionship of anoth-
thrust these thoughts away from ther facet .of myself. I was a
me. I tried to feel 100% honest prisoner surrounded by walls that
about it - and within my own were transparent only in the di-
framework I was honest in my in- rection of the past.
tentions.
Suddenly it was dawn. Aris-
Aristide, though, felt nothing but tide stirred uneasily, blinking at
hatred, defiarice. And I was Aris- the faint light entering the small
tide. Despair overwhelmed me. barred window opening. Heavy
How could I ever get Aristide to footfalls echoed down the stone
look up beyond himself? And how corridor. There was the clank-
many other lives would I enter? ing of metal against metal. The
How many other personalities iron door opened. A hooded priest
would I have in my makeup to deal entered and began administering
with? I had taken two steps back- last rites. Aristide spat on him.
ward into my past and already I The priest continued his duties
was hopelessly pulled d6wn toward unperturbed, not bothering to wipe
the brute. off the spittle. I studied him, won-
Why was this happening to me? dering how much or how little he
Was it a freakish chance byprod- knew of the continuity of exis-
uct of the Hydrogen bomb as I had tence in life after life, how much
first surmised? Or was it design he knew of the pur:pose and mean-
on the part of some unknown en- ing. There was no way I could
tity? For what purpose? tell. He was young, no more than
'Vith bold impulse I searched up- thirty. Under his robe he seemed
ward toward the unknown, trying strong, well built.
S4 MYSTIC
The priest finished his ritual I stared around me curiously. It
and rose, turning to the door. It would be in another moment now
opened and he went out, ducking that I would arrive here from the
his head so that his oowl would future. But it had been several
not touch the arch. Four men days ago that I had arrived! In this
came in. Aristide cursed them strange existence I had been
vilely in several different French plunged into, the ordinary passage
dialects. Or was it I who cursed of time was another dimension
them? along which I traveled, passing and
The four men held me helpless repassing the same spot. I existed
and forced me through the door in a time stream separate from it,
into the corridor. A moment later or it was separate from me, just
we entered a courtyard. In its cen- as an enduring structure in space
ter was the guillotine. Except for reIpains unchanged, day after day.
a narrow lane from where I stood I had gone up to my moment
to the guillotine the courtyard was of death iI) my life as Paul Fair-
crowded with people. The Aristide less once, twice to Lazy Hawk's
part of me raging with hate and moment o-f death, once already to
fear, my eyes searched the sea of this present moment of death. This
faces-and found that of Maria. would be my fifth- experience at
Her lips trembled as my eyes met meeting death. I no longer feared
hers. it.
For a brief moment I tried to get I didn't know qnite how I felt
past the mental block that walled about it now. Under me in my
me off from control of my physical layers of consciousness Lazy Hawk
senses, to give her my message of was preparing to try to leap for-
encouragement. Did I succeed? ward, back into his own life. Be-
Did I see a sudden light of under- low him Aristide was striving des-
standing flash from her eyes? I perately to leap backward toward
couldn't be sure, for the next mo- that peaceful moment when he had
ment I had been forced past her been inexplicably torn from his
through the crowd. surroundings to his future. And
Ahead now was the guillotine, its below him lay the basic conscious-
heavy blade held so high that I ness that was unaware of even
knew I would hear it hurtle down, that, and was striving to annihi-
rattling against the guide timbers, late this moment by refusing to ac-
for several heartbeats before it sev- cept its reality. ,
ered my head from my body. Did I want to go forward into
IN THE-TWINKLING OF AN EYE ss
death, up the ladder toward a life none. I would dedicate my future
where I could make up for the to righting those wrongs.
wrong I had done? It was possible With a new inner peace I look-
that if I willed it I could tip the ed upward at the circle of sky
balance and succeed. framed by the lip of the basket,
But what of previous lives? How and at the guillotine-symbol of
far down into the depths of the justice-
past did they extend? Had I al- Wasn't it Fred who made that
ways existed, or was there, some- speech?
where in the past, a life below
which i: could not go-my first life,
my origin?
I BLINKED at her in amaze-
ment. "Well, ah .. "I said,
I felt myself roughly forced to
trying to orient myself. I looked
bend over. My chin was pressed
helplessly at Louise-and abrupt-
against the side of the block of
ly recognition of her exploded in
wood. I had only seconds to de- my consciousness. Exploded with
cide. a blinding flash. A terrible glare-
The sound of something sliding
A terrible glare coming through
'rapidly hit my ears. A thin scream
the window. The Hydrogen bomb
of a woman came from the crowd.
destroying Seattle!
SNAP! But the recognition of Louise
I knew the sound now for what was still fresh. With desperate
it was-the blade cutting through gladness I called, "Louise!" and
the bone and flesh of my neck. ran toward the kitchen. As I
Now familiar images jumped across reached the doorway the earth-
my VISIon. My head was in the quake came.
basket, the dry straw it lay in rat- "Paul!" Louise screamed. She
tling with loud crispness. I looked had a stack of plates in her hands
upwards and saw the knife al- and was trying to hold onto them
ready being drawn up toward the and keep her balance. I leaped to-
sky. ward her. The dishes crashed to
I had reached my decision. I the floor. We were holding onto
would go backward to the begin- each other, heading toward the
ning, Not until then would I turn back door and the safety of the
the other way and climb upward. yard.
I would go back to the beginning, How precious was this moment!
I would remember everyone I had My very soul thrilled at the touch
wronged in every life. I would miss of her. I knew her now, and my-
MYSTIC
self. Through ten thousand times it before? It didn't matter.
ten thousand lives on a hundred I was impatient now. This was
different planets I had known her. May Day, 1960. In a few days I
I was still somewhat stunned by could go forward toward my next
the terrific implosion of conscious- life, and my next and my next,
ness that had come with my de- forever climbing upward, step up-
cision to accept all my past from on step, toward my distant goal
the beginnings of time. It was still that I coQuld even now see dimly
too new to fully realize, but it was with my limited ability to com-
there. vVith that acceptance, in the prehend its vastness.
twinkling of an eye the barriers Impatiently I rushed toward the
vanished. garage to collect the things we must
I could understand it a little. I take as we joined the others in
could understand why I was aware our exodus to the mountains. I
of my Lazy Hawk life and it was- was impatient of the slowness of
n't aware of me, aware of my Aris- the moments that lay between me
tide Groh existence while it re- and my future. There was so
"mained oblivioQus of me. Since those much to do and so short an eter-
lives were my lives, the barriers nity to do it in.
were my barriers, set up by fear. And then, abruptly, I paused let-
I had been afraid 9f losing my ting my lower consciousness COD-
identify if they combined and I was tinue with its tasks unnoticed, as
left outside. I was afraid of los- a phonograph tollows the grooves
ing my identity if one of them of the record and brings forth the
combined with me, or I combined same sound for the fifth or the
'with one of them. hundredth time.
In a way, that I had been right A th.ought had occurred to me.
in its fear. It no longer existed. What was my rush? Was the goal
But it had been only a phase of the ultimate purpose of existence-
my development, a bundle of fears or was existence itself the ultimate
dominated by an almost pathologi- purpose of existence?
cal desire toO survive at any cost. If I could, at this very moment,
It was dead, and yet it was not in one giant leap, reach the Ulti-
dead. Even now, on a lower level, mate, would I do it?
it was puzzling at this inexplicable I could. Within me was the ab-
jump foQrward in time. Or was that solute conviction that at this very
merely my memory of what I had instant I could rise to the Ulti-
done at this moment when I lived mate, so that every future incarna-
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE 57
tion to the end of this world, to of it. There were nine years with
other worlds, and others, would in Louise that I had leaped over.
the twinkling of an eye, be things How many times had I leaped over
of the past, my journey ended, my those nine years without touching
karma complete. It needed only them?
my decision to make it so. They were there. They were
The wrongs I had done would unalterable. On lower levels of
be righted. The imperfections in consciousness they were inalterably
my own being would be made per- grooved. Permanent. But I had not
fect. I was free of the bonds of listened to their music, nor lived
time, able to arrive insta~tly at their richness. And I must ...
my journey's end. Actually, in Beth Baker turned to me. "You
the infinite of all past and future, were there, Paul," she said. "\Vas-
I was already there and had always n't it Fred who--"
been. But I was here and now, I studied every detail of her
in a more real sense. sharp features hungrily. This was
A Hydrogen bomb had just the music-the little trills, the
been dropped on Seattle. I was thunders, the sevenths and majors
about to flee with Louise to the and minors and the arpeggios and
mountain refuge, only to be killed the melody-of Life, and I wanted
by a bullet from an invading sol- it all. Every moment!
dier. I knew my next incarnation. She was looking at me now. I
I would be born again in 1972. hadn't heard her finish her ques-
I knew every detail of that future tion, but I knew it by heart.
life, and the lives beyond it. "Well, ah " I stalled.
Suddenly I knew I couldn't leap I glanced over at Louise. A
over them. Reaching the goal was thrill of pleasure shot through me.
not the purpose of life. No. The She was there. How could I have
purpose of life is to live every mo- missed seeing her there, deep in
ment of it. Every moment and those twinkling eyes, when I had
every flavor of each moment. passed this way before?
And I had already missed a part THE END
Sanandana K umara has written a. explains what and who they may be.
tremendoUB new story entitled THE H ere is another story in which a.
HOLY MAN which dwells on the very important concept is explained
mY8terious "Masters" of India, and, a.nd it appears in our next issue.
The GHOST of
GRANADA
By Arthur Darrell Huckerby
ROVE HALL and his two right in the room with them."
G young sons sat at the break-
fast table waiting for hi~
Grove held her close and a wor-
ried look came in his eyes.
wife, Mary, to return from th~ "I don't like these-these vis-
pantry_ He glanced impatiently at ions you have every once in a
his watch and noted that it was while. They upset you so much. I
almost time for him to get to the tell you what. I'll take you over to
job and get his ~en to work. Just your mother's house and let you
then Mary stepped in to the room see for yourself that your sister
and Grove was surprised to see is all right. You get the boys dress-
tears streaming down her face. ed and ready and just as soon as I
Jumping up and taking her in get the men started on the job for
his arms he asked. "What's hap- today I'll come home and take
pened? Did you hurt yourself?" you over to see her."
"N-No. I'm not hurt." Mary \Vhen Grove returned a half hour
sobbed. "It's Nan. She's ill-seri- later in a rented carriage and
ously ill. I saw it all just now. horse from the livery stable, Mary
Mother had the doctor in to see and the boys were all dressed and
her and he gave her some medicine waiting for him on the porch.
and told her to take it again in Upon entering her mother's
two hours." house they found that Nan really
"You mean you imagined all was ill. Grove took his mother-in-
that while you were in the pan- law to one -side and asked her if
try just now?" she had had the doctor. She re-
"I didn't imagine it. I saw it plied that she had and that he had
all. It was just as real as if I were given Nan some medicine and had
62
A FUNERAL BEFORE IT HAPPENED
told her to' repeat the dose ip. two they saw a body being carried
hours. Out of curiosity Grove ask- from the house to the undertaker's
ed what time that had been and she wagon. Grove still wouldn't be-
told him. It was the exact time he lieve that it was his friend until
had consulted his watch when wait- he asked the undertaker, but the
ing for Mary to come out of the latter assured him that it was. The
pantry! man had had a heart attack just
Reassured that Nan would be a short time before.
all right, Mary consented to re- Still determined to at least prove
turn home. Suddenly as they were l\!Iary mistaken in her prophecies
riding along she exclaimed, "Oh, and discourage her from taking
Grove. Mr. So-And-So is dead!" her visions so seriously he visited
"Oh, no! You're not having one livery stable after another on
more visions!" groaned Grove. the day of the funeral, but all the
"It's true!" she exclaimed. horses were rented out except one
"They're planning his funeral now or two white ones. Finally, he was
and you'll be attending it. You'll forced to take one of these.
drive a white horse, and you'll As they approached the church
hitch it to the third hitching post he saw that only two hitching
from the left in front of the church. posts were empty. One of them
And," she continued, "you'll try was thL third post from the left.
to get in front of your brother in He headed for the other one, but
the funeral procession, but you just before he reached it another
won't be allowed to." carriage pulled up to it and he
"N ow, I know that's all non- was forced to take the one Mary
sense, because I just saw Mr. So- had told him he would use.
And-So yesterday and he was just After the funeral service Grove
as healthy and spry as I am right maneuvered his horse and car-
this minute. riage into the line which was form-
"Maybe he was, but he's dead ing for the procession to the ceme-
now." tery. He pulled in ahead of his
"Well, just to get this nonsense brother's carriage, but the under-
out of your head once and for all taker, taking hold of his horse's
we'll drive around by his office and bridle exclaimed, "Sorry, Mr. Hall,
let you talk to him yourself." but you must drive behind your
They stopped by the office but brother. The eldest goes first, you
it was closed. They proceeded to know."
the home and as they ;!,pproached THE E~D
The INNER CIRCLE
In our March issue, we presented an article by Roger
Graham about Mark Probert, the most amazin.q medium
in. America today. Now, as the first of a series to be pre-
sented each issue, the editors of Mystic have secured the
exclusive rights to present actual seances by Mark Pro-
bert, in which his controls will answer questions put to
them by our readers! This is the first time in magazine
history that such a project has been made in any maga-
zine of in.ternational coverage such as is MYSTIC.
These seances, recorded on tape while Mark Probert is
in trance, are transcribed just as spoken. Unfortunately the
printed word cannot carry the dramatic impact of the re-
corded tape, which i.s awesome and thrilling. For this
first sean.ce, the questions were asked by your editor. In
future seances, you, the readers, will ask the questions.
Send your questions in today ~ according to instructions
given at the end of this article. If your question quali-
fies, it will be answered.
Featuring:
RAMON NATALLI
Born in Rome. Italy. and lived at the time of the great
astronomer. Galilleo. in whose footsteps he followed.
YADA DI SHI'ITE
Lived 500.000 years ago in the ancient civilization of Yu.
in the Himalaya mountains. He was a priest in the Temple
in the city of Kaoti.
..
reported, was a smaller one, "about
as big as a car." altitude.
The CAA control tower at Blue ""
YOUR FUTURE By
Dorothy Spence Lauer
We'd all like to know what tomorro.w
will bring. Is it possible to know?
Here is an experiment to prove it!
86
YOUR FUTURE
take part in this bit of psychic research (or, if you prefer,
this interesting little game), you are entirely welcome. Mere-
ly fill in the chart as directed, and if your reading is suffi-
ciently interesting, we will publish i~. We cannot enter into
any personal correspondence however, much as we regret
our inability to do so.
TO YOURSELF
DDDDD SURPRISE
YOUR HANDWRITING
By Professor J. S. Maxwell
Handwriting Analysis isn't just
a mystic hocus-pocus, but an ac-
tual science based on mental and
physiological factors.
inhibitions, repressions, and frus-
Y OUR handwriting is the mir-
ror Qf your mind. In it are
reflected all of the impulses,
trations of your inner life. All
nervQUS and muscular movements
MYSTIC
originate in the brain; your hand conscious and. unconsdous motiva-
merely holds the pen, but it is tions of the human personality.
your mind that directs the move- Oft times in handwriting the be-
ment of your hand as you write. ginnings of a physical or mental
Just as the geologist studies rock, disorder can be detected long be-
formations to get at the hidden fore any other clinical manifesta-
record of the earth, likewise a tions are present.
graphologist studies letter forma- Your handwriting, when happy
tions in an attempt to discover the and contented, -looks a great deal
hidden record and resources of the different than when you are sick
individual's personality. and nervously over-wrought.
\Vhat are your weaknesses? Itave you got any old school
What are the strong points of your books around the house in which
personality? What are your capa- you have written something-
bilities? All are revealed in your maybe you have an unfinished let-
handwriting. ter to an aunt or an uncle-maybe
How much of your activity is you keep a diary? Take a look at
influenced and directed by your it, especially if it's a few years old.
subconscious mind may be reveal- Now write something on a piece of
ed by the way you dot your "i's" paper and compare it with some-
or cross your "t's." To what ex- thing that is in your diary of a
tent your life is controlled by your few years back. A good look
conscious mind may be found in should convince you of the proof
the way you make your "a's" and of how your handwriting has
"o's." The way you write an "e" changed through the years.
may be the clue to your ability. Some people are more aware of
A signature unintelligibly scrib- the changes that take place in their
bled at the end of a letter or on personality than others. However,
a check may be of no particular sig- changes do take place in our
nificance too the one who reads the psychic life; what we think, how
letter or cashes the check, but to a we feel, what our attitude in gn-
trained graphologist it tells the eral is, and thow these attitudes
complete story of the individual, change-in fact all of the (:hanges
his anxieties, hopes and capabili- in our personality are irrevocably
ties. charted in our handwriting, just
Handwriting analysis, more rap- as the changes in our earth are
idly than any other known psycho- charted irrevocably in the rocks.
logical test, furnishes clues to the Beauty is not always compatible
YOUR HANDWRITING 97
with sexual passion; sorrow with- In present day Europe graph-
ers it; anger disfigures it. It is ology is accepted as an invaluable
tender passion alone that gives it aid to the physician, to the psy-
its charm. chiatrist, and to the police. It
If a lover who writes to his mis- has aided the physician in diagnos-
tress is agitated by a violent pas- ing physical ills, the phychiatrist in
sion to possess' her sexually, he detecting pSY'chological disorders,
will unwittingly reveal it in his and the police in apprehending
handwriting. criminals.
It is a well known medical fact The seers of ancient times real-
that fear renders the movements ized that handwriting held secrets
of a person tremulous and uncer- of the human personality, which,
tain. Fear, melancholy, pride, greed- properly ,understood, could help
iness, deceit-all feelings, good and people understand themselves.
bad alike-show up in the way An English poet once wrote:
that words are written. When it
was first claimed that character "On earth there is nothing great
both mental and moral could be but man,
read in a person's handwriting. In man there is nothing great
skeptics attempted to discredit the but mind."
assertions as some new mesmeric
outrage on common sense. How- Some men have f.ormulated many
ever, years of investigation have tests calculated to reveal the mys-
vindicated these findings. Many teries of the mind. Others ha~
philosophers and monks of the probed into the obscure places
Middle Ages privately believed that of the human personality and left
handwriting was a key to a man's us elaborote theories which can be
character. They did not say so used as guide' posts for further
openly for fear of being burned at investigation. However, you fur-
the stake for advocating witchcraft nish a record of your most secret
and demonology. One of the great- self every time you write a letter
est minds that ever lived wrote in and the one who holds the key can
1826 that a man's writing was unlock the secrets of your inner-
verily his face. most being.
THE MAN
AT MY BED
By Mrs. Pearl McKay
99
100 MYSTIC
Jesus as is hinted, would he have timately is connected with the Lat-
healed his own hands? If Melva in angulus, (angellus) and Greek
Rogers will remember, Jesus never anXo, meaning a 'corner' among
healed himself, even on the cross- other things. The Germanic people
only others. "Winter Scene" pre- were called Angels because of the
sented a fascinating thought; hook-like nature of their home in
"Earthbound" a little variation on Denmark. In Old English there is
the haunted house theme; "Devil's III noun, angel, meaning 'fishhook',
Dollhouse", oa much better than and we still speak of anglers today.
average mystery with a spine-chill- The word Angel (with soft g) can
ing ending. also be traced back to another Greek
Let me add that I would like to word, Angelos, meaning 'messen-
hear from other Mystic readers, es- ger'; and I don't believe it can be
pecially in the Grand Rapids-Kent connected with 'ankle', 'ancylos-
County area. tomiasis', or 'anchor', which can
Floyd Hilliker be connected with Angel (hard
2042 Darwin Ave. SW g). Considering the evidence that
Grand Rapids 7, Mich. the Indo-European languages were
First, Floyd you'll notice we are in evidence before the "lost tribes"
now including the addresses of our were ordered sent to Media (some-
reade'r's, so that they may corre- where in the neighborhood of 700
spond U they wish. About the Kid B.C.), and English is made up
With The Beautiful Hands, we mostly of Indo-European stems, it
thought it was obvious the reason seems hardly likely that one or
for the healing of the hands was more of the "lost tribes" could have
to impress those who witnessed it, found their way to England-espe-
and form a basis for their decision cially since they would have had to
t o "go straight".-Rap. go th roug h t h e country 0 f the rath -
Dear Ray: er fierce Germanic and Celtic tribes
The title page (or page of con- and discarded their Semitic lan-
tents) of the 3rd issue of MYSTIC guage in the meantime. All of which
is a great improvement. I've been proves nothing, but it seems that
part way into the first three issues it is only wishful thinking to be-
and have the urge to make some lieve that the "lost tribes" escaped
comments on a couple of points assimilation by their conquerors.
brought up in The Seance Circle. The main reason for this letter
Concerning the angle-angel busi- is to bring your attention to a
ness brought up by Evelyn M. Fisch- statement you made in the January
er: Your theory about the English issue in answer to a letter from
language is not under discussion Tillman L. Martin. You said: "So
here, but I fail to see any reason to far as I know there isn't a word,
connect angle and angel liguistic- even in Latin, which is spelled that
ally (and I don't think that is your way."-referring to 'stition". Well,
intent at all). Angle is a simplifi. not exactly, but both you and Mr.
cation of the older Angel, which ul- Martin seemed to have overlooked
THE SEk~CE CIRCLE 101
the Latin verb sisto, stiti, etc., Seance Circle." "True Mystic Ad-
which is a reduplication of Latin ventures," like all other True. Sto-
sto-stare-status. It is from this ries, can't be beat for sheer inter-
stiti that we get 'superstition', and est. And the stories which make up
the Latin supe1'stition (superstition- the bulk of the magazine have all
es) is a combination of super and been of sound calibre, several earn-
sisto (not sto), and it meant the ing the "excellent" mark.
same as it does today plus other Now, what I am anxioUS" to see in
meanings of a religious nature. I Mystic is a fact-fiction story (true
won't attempt to go into the se- article would be more to my liking)
mantic nature of the word any written by the one-and-only Rich-
further. However, it might be sig- ard S. Shaver! How he could make
nificant that the old Latins attach- with the words! Boredom would
ed meanings to the word that we vanish in an instant when a con-
don't generally associate with it to- tribution of his was begun. Interest
day. I have noticed that a 1951 and excitement would hold me spell-
edition of a dictionary I have lists bound until the reading of the final
the word as deriving from super and word.
stare, which I think is misleading This being the case, is it any
because sisto (though connected wonder that, I would be delighted to
with sto) has some difference of read "Richard S. Shaver" on the
meaning. contents page of Mystic? No won-
James F. Cook der at all. And I can't be alone.
226 E. Harper Ave. There must be many, many thous-
Lenoir, N. C. ands of Shaver fans who read your
Thanks Jim.-Rap. magazine and share my hopes. So,
how about it, Mr. Palmer? What
Dear Mr. Palmer: are the possibilities?
Of the three magazines you Alex Saunders
publish-Science Stories, Universe 34 Hillsdale Ave. W.
and Mystic-the one I find the Toronto 12, Ontario
most interesting and await so im- About Shaver, we've asked him to
patiently, is the Latter. Why Mystic tell us all about it, this time with the
has become my favorite is easy to fiction removed! Stay with us,
understand, for it contains much you'll get everything you ask.-
material of a factual nature. Ones Rap.
that activate my mind under the
implications. Articles on flying Dear Ray:
saucers, spiritualism, etc. If you wonder about the f.amili-
Covers of the three issues of arity of the salutation of this letter
Mystic so far printed have been it IS because after reading some
good enough to warrant my saving. of your stories, editorials, Man
Editorials are fine, thought-provok- from Tomorrow, etc., you seem like
ing. Interesting too, is each feature an old acquaintance. I like what
-"The Man From Tomorrow," you write and agree with most of
"Mystery In The News," "The your philosophy.
102 MYSTIC
About Mystic. I like it, but if we of femininity. Now most people
must have true stories coudn't we don't know it, but that wild idea
cut them down to maybe just one or called Lilith, with whom Adam was
two, and use that extra space for said to have had affairs prior to
fiction? After all that's why we Eve, was just Eve in her pre-natal
read Fate, for true stories. This state; an assembly of rapidly co-
Angelucci thing, don't you think hering feeling yearning, thirsts, de-
the "Nationalism" written in it is sires, etc and brother wot such
enough to discount it without look- an ethereal girl right inside a man
ing further? could do! So when she got born in-
In my other letter I asked where to a body and personality of her
I could get the Shaver Mystery to own, she marked the end (or was it
read. I have seen so many refer- the beginning?) of Adam's perfect
ences to it that it has me very cur- day. Now imagine Adam, with
ious. I also asked how the man Eve as a fellow human being, plus
from tomorrow could make such the memories of her uterine Lilith
positive statements regarding be- condition. Only of course Lilith
ings living above the earth. I am was an "essence" prevailing
still waiting for these answers. throughout old Adam's structure,
Oh yes, the check is for extend- not just in his womb, if he had
ing my subscription to Mystic. one. If you do not believe all
Joseph B. Gunter this, consider the symbol of the
P. O. Box 104 Technocrats the divided Monad.
Vero Beach, Fla. That shows Adam and Lilith having
We presented Angelucci's story an affair, or about to. The plain
without a thought as to "national- circle would be old Adam minus
ism". However, we don't agree that it thrill (from my new book).
is "nationalism". Angelucci himself N ow you see wot I mean by un-
would be bewildered at the charge derstatement, and you know how
-if it can be called (t charge. He
is interested only in the religious I felt the one time I met Bea and
-occult aspect of his experience, even danced with the radiant pres-
whatever it eventually turns out to ence whose nearness sweeps me into
be.-Rap. close harmony with Kwan Yin,
Mulaprakriti, Saravasti, Narada
Dear Mr. Palmer: and other god-forms who maintain.
I like you now, in your new imbodi- the background for all that is beau-
ment, MYSTIC MAGAZINE. As tiful beyond the power of human
a front-man for Richard S. Shaver, expression!
you caused me to seek my fantasy I believe manifestations from in-
literature elsewhere. Then too, I visible planes are quite possible,
heard that you would not even con- ha ving seen one or two most ele-
sider la story which used the word mentary things myself. But with-
"reincarnation" . out some study of the hierarchical
You understate terribly when you structure of the universe and of
claim Bea is the most beautiful spot man himself 9f the "Universal
THE SEANCE CIRCLE 103
sameness and the obvious differences say so, printing the factual should
of observation between Angelucci "drive home the point" quicker than
and Adamski as to the Beings' ten volumes of sensationalisms!
clothing or coverings. Angelucci's Joan P. Grohl
was similar to Adamski's - yet 1924-48th St. N. W.
vague in description. Perhaps Ad- Canton 9, Ohio
amski's being in the daylight help- We believe Angelucci's Being asked
ed in his more definite detail. Or, for a drink of water in order to
perhaps the difference was Etheric gain an opportunity to leave with-
and Real? The one thing I cannot out letting Angelucci know how it
understand-is Angelucci's state- was done. Why is it irrational that
ment where the Being asked for "authoritative" books on flying
a drink of water-or am I denser saucers can't substantiate their
than usual? claims? Any book on flying
Robert Rowan's statement that saucers is unable to substantiate its
"authoritative" books can't substan- claims. I've written one, and I
tiate their claims of flying saucers can't produce a flying saucer! Can
sounds a bit irrational. Being the anyone? Lastly, we repeat, we
low mentality that earthly man is, won't present any mystic concept
how can we say this is etheric and in fiction (because that's the only
not "real"? If you are to believe way available to present it) for
there's life higher spiritually and mere sensationalism. Or do you
etheric, it must also be that there define fiction itself as "sensation-
are other worlds with much higher alism:'?-Rap.
evolved men, than us, yet striving
to higher evolvement as we are Dear Mr. Palmer:
learning. You have, I believe, embarked
upon what may well be a worth-
One way or the Qther, as these vis- while undertaking. While I think
itations are, etheric or "other I detect in your editorials at least
world" their promptings undoubt- a slight leaning toward the oriental
edly come from our Maker for our concept of the evolution of the mon-
benefit out of His great kindness. ad or spirit of man thru many re-
And, we should abide and lead each incarnations unto the perfection of
other to that Life of Brotherhood. the selflessness of Nirvana or unity
We have been trying to learn, and with The One Consciousness, and of
to an extent have-but-comes the Masters and adepts aiding and
fact we are worse dullards than guiding mankind individually and
we thought. Solomon was to have collectively along the forward path,
been- very very wise and he Wrote yet you have allowed other ideas
"there is nothing new under the or theories to be expressed in MYS-
sun". What could anyone say to TIC. If you continue that policy,
that? that we may consider mysterious
I might add here that I fall phenomena from various viewpoints,
right in line with the viewpoint of I. for one, shall be as they say
Virginia Fulton's letter. If I may "tickled pink."
106 MYSTIC
Numerous works have been writ- actual proof there that it is the
ten upon the many mysteries ob- spirit of Houdini that says, "I am
served by man, but with only a few Houdini", or for that matter, that
exceptions they have been regarded it is a spirit at all? Suppose 'Hou-
as the "disclosures of the invisible a:mi' actually tells of his life on
world," as the "manifestation of farth, reveals secrets that no one
spirits." Not as the phenomena of knew, states his present place of
nature, to be classified and ar- abode, and adds everything that the
ranged according to their relations, seeker after truth can desire, there
that their real agency might be is yet not one iota of actual proof
discovered. that it is the spirit of Houdini that
As an example of the thought is making the statement. No court
processes of even a great many who of law in the civilized world would
try to apply their reason in reach- accept for a moment the proposition
ing their conclusions, a man upon that the statements made by the
witnessing the phenomena of grav- supposed Houdini were themselves
ity, as where a table rises from the evidence of their truth.
floor, reasons that the table was N ow either these phenomena, now
not lifted by human agency, there- and in all past ages, are the pro-
fore i~ must be raised by spirits. duction of spirits of another world,
What" possible foundation is there or they are the production of causes
for such a conclusion? What pos- lying within the sphere of this
sible connection is there between world. In what way can we decide
spirits and the act itself? There this question fairly? Certainly by
are other explanations that may be the most candid and thorough in-
suggeded, entirely independent of vestigations, without leaning to
spirits. Is the raising of a table either side.
to be accepted as proof of a here- Sam Stone
after? 3237 -5th Ave. So.
People go to great trouble to Minneapolis, Minn.
obtain proofs of facts and then leap
No sir, we don't tend to the orien-
to conclusions that are entirely dis-
tal concept. Personally, we don't
connected from their proofs and go for the reincarnation theory at
facts. .
Societies for physical research
all, but maybe that's just because
we don't remember a thing! And
are spending a great deal of time remember, we don't just believe a
and money to ascertain if Houdini, thing-there has to be evidence. In
for example, is able to keep his MYSTIC we present all possible ev-
promise to his wife to communicate idence. Your editor isn't a Master,
after death. if such exists. He's a student like
Now, suppose Houdini actually you and he learns as much from the
made the promise, as is likely, and magazine as his readers do. That's
that after his death a person in a why he likes to do it so muchl As
trance receives the message "I am for the rest of your letter, you've
Houdini", what does it prove? What expressed our opinions 80 well they.
THE SEk~CE CIRCLE 10 7
stand as written, no comment!- It is generally known that Ben-
Rap. jamin Franklin himself, published
the first issue of the S.E.P.----.and
Dear Mr. Palmer: that's quite a ways back. This dur-
I have just been reading The Se- able NcNaughton subscribes to Re-
ance Circle in the March issue of incarnation and I find myself won-
MYSTIC. Of course I know that dering
your readers can't all be young. Helen Todd
But, this H. H. McNaughton of 1525 So. Gaylord St.
Knoxville, Tenn., is really old stuff. Denver 10, Colorado
He seems to have been around for We wouldn't be sW'prised if Mr.
a long time, because on page 121, McNaughton meant e:t:actly what he
I read: 'In the dim past I bought said! We missed it, and you pointed
the first number of The Saturday it out to us. But even if he does
Eyening Post remember buying it, we don't con-
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biggCl' horse. There is a very good sure" upon public opinion? No, Bill,
theory that horses developed be- he'd immediately have a "vote of
cal/se of environment, and that they confidence" th,,"ust upon him in
are still the same old Eohippus. Parliament, and he'd be out so fast
Apes are still with us, even if his head would swim. Bill, if this
Eohippus isn't. And when you say "psychic" stuff were as easy as
Cro-,llagno'!t is the ancestor of Ne- that, we'd have no need for MYS-
anderthal, you are setting evolution TIC. Our one mission right now is
back a long way in its p,,'ogression! to dissuade yon from your "firm
As for why Angelucci's Being did- belief in psychic phenomena." Af-
n't approach Churchill, I'd say that ter all, Bill it hasn't been proved by
was your question, and we'll let a long shot. Maybe it's not psychic
YOH answer that one! However, at all, but just evolution in its
what if the Being did approach old normal gallop up the road to no-
Winny? What would YOUR reac- where. One more point, Nature
tion be to a TV program in which isn't a spendthrift. She makes so
the old statesman-warrior told many millions of sperm (not ova,
exactl.y what Angelucci did? YOZt as any doctor can tell you) in or-
will 'pardon us if we slip off into der to make it EASY to reproduce.
the attic and roar with laughter The ones that don't reproducea,re-
for a moment? Honestly, Bill, do n't wasted. They are of no account
you think Winny would have any at all. ~he sperm itself, and the
ability to exert "appreciable pres- ova, are of no account. Neither of
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them can be said to be the man. As for little people underground
A t first they are only a collection dodging the bits of oil well drillers,
of identical cells. By no streich .of wouldn't you, if one of them came
imagination could those cells have boring down upon you? Really
written the letter you wrote. H'e Bill we mean no harm. We respect
know about the !Jperm and the ova, your lette?' and you, and we answer
but it's the INTELLIGENCE and in kind because it's the only fair
its purpose that we don't know thing to do. A t least there's some
about. We're trying to find out. sort of Karmic law or something
And evolution, sadly, isn't the an- which says "As ye sow, so shall ye
swer. An ape is intelligent enough reap." Who are we to try to up-
to peel a banana, but it tS the in- set an old adage like that? But,
telligence of instinct, which is some- Bill, you'll never convince us with
thing entirely different again. In- your evidence. Maybe you'll come
stinct is just another physical at- up with something better? We'll
tribute, like an ann or a leg. The try to reciprocate, every time.-Rap.
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is very unusual, and I feel, very that it was quite amazing. In the
true. past number of years I have had
The best tho is the article on a number of readings from so-call-
page 71, 'Mental Projection' by ed, important readers, and I must
Walter G. Smith. I've been doing say that Dorothy Lauer tops them
that this winter, via another meth- all. Anyone who doesn't take ad-
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paid many dollars for the infor- is really missing something.
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For some time, I've b~n getting Kellogg, Idaho
music, the popular variety. First
comes a tune, and then later the Dear Mr. Palmer:
words. Altho the two tunes, no After reading Mr. Angelucci's ar-
words came. I play the piano and ticle in your November edition, I
know chord progression, so I know was greatly perturbed to discover
the tunes are legit. But I can't get in your May edition a follow-up sto-
to a publisher. Can any friend of ry in which, this time-he meets
Mystic help me out? and holds a conversation with an
r .,was privileged to receive a pre- "Entity" from another world.
view reading, so to speak, from After being convinced of Frank
Dorothy Lauer, and wish to report Scully's seemingly non-fictional,
"Behind the Flying Saucers", I
was greatly disturbed by the pene-
trating expose' given by "True"
magazine of this book. So, since
then I've always been a bit skepti-
cal of any personal adventure peo-
ple may have had either with the
Discs or their occupants.
Although, Mr. Angelucci has nar-
rated a convincing story to Mr.
Like the Alchemist of yore who tried to Vest, it contains such a convincing
transmute the base metals into gold. undertone to be actually bordering
So does the HIGHER LIFE SOCIETY,
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