5/08/26 She had been nursing her mother through a spell of
sickness; hadn't been out of the house in weeks. A man
friend (so thought) asked her to come out and drive for about
ten minutes to get the refreshing air. Her mother urged her
to go. He had been in love with her, but she had told him
they could never marry and that their association must remain
on a friendly basis - she thought he had accepted it that
way, as he had agreed outwardly. Instead of driving for ten
minutes, he drove away out in the country; she urged him to
go back; he had a crazy look in his eyes; kept saying over
and over that if he couldn't have her no one else should.
(She had led a very sheltered life; father a minister; was
not interested in EVER getting married to anyone, but felt
it was her duty to serve mankind through her painting, music
and art.) He stopped on a country path, in the woods, where
no one was likely to pass; took out all sorts of instruments
and killed her - had an axe, gun, knife and all sorts of
things; smashed her face, crushed her skull, shot her several
times - ramrod went in her lung eleven inches. Although she
must have been unconscious, she heard the blows and the
shots; heard him walk on the grass and then shoot himself.
She lay there for three hours. A man drove thru on a horse,
as he was in the habit of doing once a week only; saw the man
lying there but didn't see her, altho she had on a bright
dress and should have been more plainly seen. He was trying
to decide what to do, when the horse started to gallop off as
fast as it could and stopped in front of a house; he got out
and walked in, asked where he could find the coroner; the man
said, "I am the coroner." They rushed her in an ambulance to
the hospital; they said there was no hope - only one surgeon
available that Sat. afternoon; he worked on her for hours,
said later that something kept him at it, even though he knew
she was dead and couldn't live. Her scalp was hanging loose
and broken into bits; he pieced each scrap back. Her family
was notified; her mother got out of her bed to come - they
all couldn't recognize her, she was so mutilated; no one
expected her to live. She was conscious; could feel the man
who killed her trying to call her to the other side; she
couldn't move to show anyone she was alive. The doctors said
she had lost too much blood to live, even if infection didn't
set in from the ramrod going into her lung - no antiseptic
could go deep enough. She gradually came back to life; they
said if the man on the horse had seen her at first and jogged
her on the horse going to the doctor, she would have surely
died. In fact, the whole thing was a miracle; the greatest
doctors came in to see her and marvel. She came back to
life, and for a purpose. For months they wouldn't let her
use her eyes, kept them bandaged; in fact, she was told NEVER
to use her eyes to paint or study, but she HAD to - that's
why she lived. Her face is perfectly smooth, no plastic
surgery was used on it; only one tiny scar at her side temple
where the skull was crushed. All these years she's wondered
WHY it happened, when she was so sincere and anxious to do
good, and had no evil intent ever toward anyone - or had
never, to her knowledge, done anyone harm.
REPORTS
2/13/35 GD's note: At lunch (she ate with us) EC saw this
man in the spirit plane hovering about her; so horrible he
had to get up and leave the table; made him sick.
[See 827-1, Par. B3.]
2/19/35 See personal message in Group #11 Reading
835-1,
Par. 10-A.
5/24/35 Letter from Mrs. [
809] to EC: "...Miss [
827] has
'come back' to you. It is funny to me and not
understandable, but these people are 'carried away' by
different speakers. Here is the story. You see, Manly Hall
had the stage until he gave lecture on TEN GREAT THINKERS in
which he just included Christ [as one of the ten] and Miss
[
827] 'blew up'. She says you are 'Christlike.'..."


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