11/24/33 EC's psychic healing experience as described by his
son who was present, taken from Hugh Lynn Cayce's book
published in 1964 by Harper & Row, entitled VENTURE INWARD:
A BOUNDLESS UNCONSCIOUS
The labored, heavy breathing of the man on the bed could be
heard outside the room in the hall. The doctor who had been
listening with stethoscope turned away and spoke: "This man
has one lung completely closed. The other is in bad shape.
He must be moved to the hospital immediately. Pneumonia may
have set in already."
Edgar Cayce was the man on the bed. It was I to whom the
doctor had spoken. For days my father had suffered with a
heavy cold. We were visiting with friends on Staten Island,
New York. Day after day he had met people and given readings
morning and afternoon. Finally he had gone to bed. Outside
a heavy snow was melting.
The doctor went downstairs to call an ambulance. Dad
motioned to me to come to the bedside. "What did the doctor
say?" he croaked.
I touched his hand and head. They were hot and dry. I told
him exactly what had been suggested.
"Shut the door," he said. "Don't let anyone in here until I
wake up."
I obeyed him without question.
In a matter of minutes his eyelids fluttered; his breathing
became deep, regular, and heavy. He rattled like the
crackling of thick underbrush in a dry forest.
Within five minutes great beads of sweat broke out on his
forehead and face and began to run down his neck. As I
watched and listened, the sheet which touched his chest
became wet, and the breathing grew heavier and more labored.
At the end of fifteen minutes, perspiration was running off
the bed onto the floor where it stood in a little glistening
puddle. The breathing was clearing and was more even now.
Someone knocked at the door. I tried to explain without
opening it.
In a little more than twenty minutes Edgar Cayce opened his
eyes, stretched, smiled, pulled back the covers, and asked
for his robe. The sheets, the blankets, the mattress, were
soaking wet. His voice was clear; his head and hands were
cool. The ambulance went away without him.
This is an example of the strange power of the subconscious
to take suggestion and control automatically the internal
functionings of the physical body.
GD's note: I think it was the next morning,
11/25/33, that
EC told us of the dream he had the night before, or in the
early morning hours, about tiny little green men who worked
on his throat with chisels and hammers, singing while they
worked.
11/28/33 EC obtained further advice in
294-164, following a
rdg. in Washington, D.C., en route to Va. Beach.



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