11/04/49 Ltr. to HLC:
Johns Hopkins Hospital
Baltimore, Md.
Friday nite.
Dear H. L.
Dave has perhaps told you that on Thursday I found out my
ACTH doses have only been half strength; now that I have been
on full strength for two days (the batch was only half potent
when it came from the lab, and this was not at first known) I
feel more work going on in the calcium, and there are more of
the side reactions normal to ACTH - I feel a bit bloated,
for instance, because the ACTH induces the body to retain
sodium, which retains fluids. Such symptoms pass away as
soon as the medicine is stopped. From now I'd figure a two
week run to see what it will really do.
It is difficult to separate this idea of what it will do from
future plans, but they are not going to change with regard to
the specifically karmic situation in Washington except by an
act of will other than my own, though the time may come when
it will be necessary to recognize a parting of the rope. I
hope that will not come to pass. This time I am trying from
within, as before, but with the additional desire from help
beyond the within.
[
1102] came today but her visit was not very long. She was
nervous, tired, and dispirited, so I waited and did not open
the subject myself of your visit. Instead I showed a deep
but not an obviously eager interest in the furniture, the
house, etc. But she herself was not enthusiastic about it.
She opened the subject of your visit by saying, "Well, H. L.
told me [
257] had been to see you. Why didn't you tell me?
What shenanegans are going on?" I explained it quietly, and
then she went into the subject of the [
257]-[
903]'s, went
over all her wounds and rubbed them raw, and stated her
position. "There is no blame attached to me in this at all.
The blame is entirely theirs and I'll tell them so if I ever
see them."
In this I said that in my opinion the situation was one that
indicated a simple fact in her nature - that people found her
difficult to approach and that if, during the years,
conversation on small things had grown into a friendly
intimacy between her and the [
257]-[
903]'s, the subject
would have been talked out in N.Y. before any understanding
had been breached. I tried to establish for her an objective
fact about herself - the remoteness of her nature AS IT
APPEARS TO OTHERS. I said that if this had its basis in her
own shyness and self-consciousness, as I had often thought,
it was the thing I myself wanted to help her with, after
which it would not prove a barrier to others. I said that
the failure of our marriage to establish first of all a unity
of ourselves, was thus reflected in a division of [
849] and
[
1102] among our friends.
This, so far as I could see, did not "take," for she went off
on a tangent about other people's over-enthusiasm about
things, and ended with the same tirade against those -
[
257]-[
903]'s, Joe Duffy of Holt, etc - who always were
wildly excited about each book I did and overestimated sales,
monetary results, etc.
I got her off that by asking her what she thought of your
remarks in general. She said she told you she felt sorry for
you if you said to me what you intended - that I was unable
to accept it and would reject it. This had to do with your
remark about the application of spiritual love in the family.
I said that I heartily agreed with you and only asked the
opportunity, as I had before. She said it was all up to me,
that I was poisoned mentally and spread poison, and that no
one could help me but myself - there was nothing for her to
do.
I asked to go back and check when this attitude began, and
took her back to the beginning of our marriage, pointing out
that objectively her ideas of intimacy and mine were
different and that the fault at base was the lack of union,
and the feeling in me that all the normal relationship of
marriage was a frustration for me, without seeming so to
her.
This, however, only brought out the charge (I was afraid this
was coming) that my attitude toward women was Mohammedan and
that, as H. L. said, I was incapable of loving any woman. I
said I agreed with the attitude except in her case - that she
represented the woman toward which I had a Christian attitude
of love, and this accounted for the marriage.
As is normal in everything in my life of this nature, we were
then interrupted by the girl bringing supper, and [
1102] left
to return to Washington [GD's note: See subsequent mention
of Mrs. [
1102] and their situation under daughter's rdg.
1521-2 Reports.].
Thus her first reaction was the same as her reaction whenever
in the past I have tried to talk it out with her myself.
Always she seized on any confession or concession I made, any
admittance of fault on my part, and used it thereafter as a
whip. In this case she selected three things - [
257]'s
visit, your statement that I would have to practice spiritual
love in the home, and your remark that my attitude toward
women is Mohammedan. She selected these and began to wield
them against me, covering thereby anything of her own guilt,
which is again denied.
As to what will result later I do not know. I know that in
this past when these results have come from a talk between us
I have kept plugging for a while and then become discouraged
and retreated within myself. I shall keep trying this time
and make an effort not to be discouraged, and not to retreat
within myself. None of us knows how long he can bear a
particular piece of karma and I do not know how long I can
bear this one, but I will try.
I thought it well to give you this report while it is fresh,
and you can depend that I will honestly tell you as the thing
proceeds what transpires. [
1102] made one enigmatic remark -
"There is also a Mohammedan attitude toward men." Also, she
said, without relationship to anything else, that she was not
going to give away [
1521]'s baby furniture because in not too
many years [
1521] might want it herself - she was looking
ahead a dozen or more years, leaping that period without, so
far as I could see, any idea of accomplishing much in
between.
Her feeling when she came, while she was here, and when she
left was composed, so far as I could see, of indignation,
self-righteousness, self-pity, and bitter resentment against
me. She was utterly apathetic when I told her that I was now
getting full doses of ACTH and feeling reaction.
So much for that. John Chambers called today and he will
tell [
257] and [
903] about the Benstock matter. Meanwhile,
watch and pray a little for me - it is not a good time for my
soul to be alone.
Love, [
849]
11/25/49 Ltr. to HLC from [
257]-[
903]'s home in N.Y.C.:
Dear Hugh Lynn:-
This might get to the beach Monday but then again it might
not, so since you want it in NY I'll send it there.
It was a wonderful week and after a few weeks work I'll be
ready for another one. It will meanwhile be difficult to
straighten out the mess of my correspondence and get back to
the book but I'll do it - and I am going to engage a very
part-time gal to help me with the load of letters. I'll be
in better shape physically (I hope) and otherwise when the
second round opens.
Today my Norwegian massaged me and found me much better. I
believe the ACTH is working small changes all the time, but
after I've been able to watch it carefully for another week
I'll know.
Among our things we uncovered an original ms which your dad
dictated to Gladys back in 1935 - the story of his life in
outline. I'm sending it to you at Va. Beach thinking you
might like to have it either for yourself or as a souvenir
among the Association mementoes of your father.
Having taken you at gin rummy my courage is up. Next time,
bring a chessboard.
Love, [
849]
2/27/50 Ltr. to HLC:
Washington 12, D.C.
Dear Hugh Lynn:-
When I reported to Dr. Harvey that I was feeling better (as
he predicted) and said I was working on my book he advised
me to stay put until I hit another low period, then come
right over - so I am to be here all of March until I flop.
[
1102] asked me to extend an invitation for you to stay
here, and I do so, realizing you may have already made other
arrangements, and also that this might be inconvenient - if,
however, you are not signed up and want to come here you're
most welcome - I only hesitate to put anyone else in this
situation, though of course your presence would take the heat
off me while you remained. If you have your choice, I won't
influence it. I'll be working hard, as will you, so it might
be convenient since we could use the free time as it came
along and get some talking done.
Just let me know when you are coming.
Went to Philly and had a successful talk and a good meeting
with my brother; also saw Al Turner and talked with him.
[
849]
6/06/50 HLC reported that [
849] was to return to Johns Hopkins
next week for treatment.
7/25/50 Ltr. to HLC:
Care ...
Lake ...
..., Connecticut
Dear Hugh Lynn:-
Thanks for your letter and the check; it will indeed make the
summer budget more flexible; I find that the best way to get
along here is to use a visiting nurse, and this is an item
that over the two-month period runs to just about $100.
It is cool and pleasant here; I have only been able to get
into the water during the last few days - the temperature has
been too low. I am now adjusting myself to the lower
buoyancy of fresh water and the fact that I have not been
swimming in two years.
The ACTH continues to help me. At the hospital it did away
with my lassitude in 24 hours, and thereafter it built up my
energy. [
5436] came up and went through a check-up, so I had
a week of evenings with him - he has been bothered by
rheumatism, of the metabolic type. I don't know the results
of his tests, as he had not received them when I left. My
own tests continued to show quite definitely that the
adrenals were affected in hormone production. The staff
thinks the exhaustion period from my mother's death in May,
1937, to the time of my illness, was the signal. In this
connection see a reading for me in June, 1937 [
849-18] - a
warning. I suppose there was no point in mentioning
glandular dysfunction then in a reading, when nothing could
be done for it.
I was at the hospital a week before the ACTH treatment was
begun. During that time another illness began. I was able
to diagnose this one myself, but I had to tell the doctors it
was an ACTH reaction (though it began four days before the
treatment) because I knew its origin.
It began one day when I was sitting at my typewriter. I felt
a sickness in the lower abdomen and lower bowel - the skin in
the area prickled, and the scrotum shrivelled, and from it
rods of nervous sickness went through me. I had to examine
it for a minute to recognize it, because I had not
experienced fear in some time, and there was nothing to
fear at the moment. But that was it - fear. It was the
identical feeling I first encountered when as a kid a bully
stopped me and I realized that he was going to beat me up
and that there was nothing I could do about it. I have had
the same feeling at other times, and always when the
situation was the same - the certainty of a beating for no
cause whatever, with no explanation, and no help at hand.
Fortunately [
1102] [5/57 See
1102-1, Par. R4, for extract
from Gina Cerminara's book, THE WORLD WITHIN, (pp. 107-
108) "Some Karmic Aspects of Sex," referring to Mr. [
849]
and Mrs. [
1102]] did not see me until after the ACTH
treatment had begun, because she said immediately, "You
look sick." I said it was a side-effect of the ACTH.
Otherwise I would have had to tell her that the situation in
Washington had finally produced physical effects, for I knew
then that the only way to relieve the sickness was to
distract myself - as soon as I was alone and not wrapped in
a book or a writing task, my mind went to [
1102] and
Washington and the prickling and nausea returned. I found
it most difficult to work because when I stopped to think of
what I wanted to say, or to change paper, my thoughts went
to Washington and then I had to fight the sickness to keep
going - as I am doing right now (after eating it hits the
stomach too).
When [
1102] and [
1521] came to get me and [
5436] said goodbye
my arms were shaking. On the way over [
1102] said something
sharply, and I jumped and nearly threw up what was in my
stomach, before I realized she was talking to [
1521]. After
[
1521] left for camp I was alone with her and her father for
25 hours and I shook and prayed for that time. Up here I was
relieved for a few days and then I found myself thinking of
the return to Washington, and the attacks resumed - so the
vacation is being spoiled, and the condition is getting
worse. My work is also halted; I can't keep my mind on
Michael's book, or on anything else.
My brother and I have decided therefore that I shall talk
with my Aunt Margaret, the titular head of the family, and
after that with a priest. I shall do this soon; it may
relieve me a little to be doing something about it, but if
there is no way to avoid returning to Washington nothing will
stop it. The day before I went to the hospital I was told
there was not money enough for my bill, so I had to write my
way out. Now she is frightened by the war and writes that
she is getting a new stove and icebox, charging them to me,
and looking at cars (I wrote my way out of the hospital by
doing a piece on baseball for the ... Magazine, and she has
apparently decided to spend the entire check even before it
arrives - I borrowed the amount necessary for the hospital,
against the check).
Perhaps it all had to come to this. Anyhow, it has
demonstrated to me that blood is indeed thicker than water,
and that friendship is a myth - with the single exception of
my brother (and perhaps of my aunt, who will have heard the
story by the time you get this) none of those who discovered
the situation rallied to my side - the usual reaction was
[
903]'s, which I had occasion to observe often - an
embarrassed smirk and, "I'm sure everything will work out
all right." If I hear that once more I'll have hysterics.
Actually, everyone blamed me and took [
1102] as she wanted
to be taken. What hurt me most was that among those I had
loved for long years not one believed I was telling the
truth. What hurt next to that was the casual abandonment of
me to the continuing torment. It was a lesson in love - I
had to turn the other cheek and love them for Christ's sake,
not for anything I observed which was lovable.
What will happen I don't know - probably I'll go back to
Washington, since [
1102] keeps me too broke to make an
escape (I think that is premeditated). If I don't, it will
be because the sickness continues and does not submit to the
psychotherapy of brother, aunt, priest, and a summer with old
friends. What I fear is the spread of the sickness - already
thoughts of the [
257]-[
903]'s or the beach starts it off.
It ain't fun, and I know it is building up a physical
condition in the digestive tract.
Love, [
849]
9/02/50 HLC's ltr. to Mrs. [
903]: I had a note from [
849] the
other day indicating his temporary address is at the ...
Hotel ..., N.Y. Apparently he does not plan to return to
D.C.
2/22/51 Mr. [
849]'s letter: The experience with cortisone
has been a happy one but has taken a sad turn now. I have
been on it a week and we were just on the verge of being able
to say definitely that it was working on my joints, when
because of black marketeering and army priority the drug
became unavailable. But I know it can do me a lot of good so
I will resume it when the situation clears.
5/31/51 "Last week I had a bad reaction to some ACTH. I
vomited blood for a day. I am better but still weak."
8/52 See Friend Rev. [
2480]'s letter under
849-11 Reports in
re [
849] having become a "Minister."
10/13/52 Ltr. to HLC:
C. F. Palmer
Leftover Cottage - Pine Lane
Warm Springs, Georgia
Dear H. L.--
The mercy of Allah has descended slightly. I have a little
relief from the queen of pains, sciatica. So I can apologize
for my last note to you. I was in agony 90% of the time and
was praying that I could finish a chapter involving material
in books borrowed in Aberdeen, which had to be returned. I
was desperate that the book was not finished, also. In fact
I was suffering in all parts of myself, at once. Your letter
and the ms. thus provoked expression of thoughts which
otherwise either would not have occurred or, occurring, would
have been conquered and cast down. I'm sorry.
My motor trip through Scotland had to be abandoned. I
returned to the US on my left side - by railway coach to
Glasgow, by ambulance to Prestwick airport, across two seats
and a pile of luggage aboard a BOAC stratocruiser. With the
help of aspirin, anadin, codeine, pethadibe, nepenthe, and a
bottle of brandy I got to Idlewild. I also had my sciatic
nerve injected with procaine, and this process was repeated
in NY.
There I saw various doctors who are experts in arthritic
rehabilitation, among them Dr. Leo Mayer, chief surgeon at
the Joint Diseases Hospital, the best man in arthroplastic
surgery - plastic joints. He laid out a master plan of four
operations - two hips, one knee, one elbow, which will get me
on my feet sufficiently that, with a self-propelling chair, I
can take care of myself. I may do even better, depending on
the response of my muscles and tendons.
A committee has been formed to raise $10,000 for the
expenses; the time required will be between one and two
years. The idea is to approach people who have money, in
Foundations or personal funds, for such philanthropy. [
903]
is the chairwoman and my brother, Reilly, Carl Voss and
Miriam Jackson, Sidney Fields, Bob Bruce, etc., are the
other members. If you have any friends who might be thus
approached, you are thus automatically a member. Helen
Taylor Cook thinks the Ass'n should work on the problem but
we nixed this for the present because it is to be quiet and
anonymous until all that can be gotten from wealthy
contributors and found- ations is in, and if a few thousand
are lacking it might be the time to seek small contributions
from a large number of individuals. I'm opposed to this and
hope it won't have to be done.
So, not a word about it in any printed way whatever, though
you can publish it by mouth as much as you like, the idea
being to turn up sources of philanthropic funds.
Helen, by the way, came into town and helped [
1156] look
after me. She is not in love with me, thank God, and we get
along famously. [
903] was brave and cruel for all of three
hours, bless her heart. Following the incidents of the past
six months I feel wonderfully convinced that monastic life is
the only approach to genuine happiness. I had it in Scotland
and I have it here, and I like it.
But I don't like this place or the set-up here, and unless
final terms of the deal are to my liking I may go back to NY
and start the operations at once, instead of waiting for this
job to finish, in the spring.
I saw [
1521] on my way down. She is radiant and beautiful
and excited at last about poetry and the stage and everything
creative - reminded me of freshman year and Sundays at
[
5436]. She's five years ahead of my mental awakening, but
being a girl in the mid-20th century she needs this head
start.
More and more letters come asking me to expand the philosophy
chapter of TIR. In mid-summer I realized that THIS IS WHAT I
AM DOING with the new version of the prophecy book, which I
have now entitled, THE SECRET HISTORY OF MAN. If Harper's
doesn't like it I may offer it to Holt as a companion volume
to TIR. If we can't lick the enemy, we may as well join him.
If the well comes in we can BUY Holt!
Here is a letter from [
2480], which I have answered. I said
I'd send the letter on to you, so drop him a note if you have
time.
Love, [
849]
11/05/52 Letter to HLC from N.Y. [home of [
257]-[
903]]:
"Georgia turned into a nightmare... Two weeks ago tomorrow I
left Atlanta (I also found I could get no therapy there - the
laws of the polio foundation make it illegal to treat any but
polio cases). Since being here I have been ill with
dysentery, indigestion, and a sort of emotional shock which
causes me to tire quickly.
"I've made arrangements to enter the Hospital for Joint
Diseases, 1919 Madison Ave., on Nov. 20th 1st hip operation
the next day, Nov. 21st. Put me on the Prayer List from now
on for success in this venture. If the knife slips, or the
heart skips, I'll immediately look up your father and say,
'Have you appeared to or communicated with ANYBODY on earth,
and if not, will you appear to ALL the group at the Beach and
SAY so?' I'll look up your mother, too, and give her your
love.
"[...] and [...] are enthusiastic about the prophecy book,
which is now turning out to be the expansion of THERE IS A
RIVER's philosophy chapter so long requested. The new title
is, 'The Secret History of Man.' They'll cooperate with you
in direct mail and other approaches, via - at last - the long
awaited sequel to THERE IS A RIVER, etc."
11/17/52 Reply to HLC's invitation to recuperate at his home
between operations:
You will never know what it meant to me to receive your
letter this morning. I have been thinking about the
intermediary periods between my operations, and my thoughts
were discouraging ones. My brother's house is impossible
from many points of view, and I do not feel that I can
impose on [
903] for extended periods of time. Also, there
is the problem of getting into some sunshine and fresh air,
and of being in an environment which will be sympathetic to
the spiritual atmosphere I want at present. Even here,
where I have kept my return a secret from all but a few, the
word has gotten around and the same routine has begun to
build up - people and talk and talk and people, and very
little time for thinking and reading and writing. I shall
therefore keep you invitation in my heart, and be grateful
for it.
Dr. Mayer was here yesterday. He will do my right hip first.
He will be prepared to do whatever is indicated, and will
have his staff with him. The hazard is contained in my
physical condition - whether my flesh will accommodate itself
to the mechanical joint and allow it to move. If there is
total failure then I shall still be better off, because the
obdurate joints can be set in different positions than those
which they now occupy, and I can be taught to look after
myself even with the joints in a fixed position, so long as
these positions can be arbitrarily set by the surgeons.
However, Dr. Mayer thinks, and I believe, that movement will
be possible. He is thinking in terms of making me ambulatory
on crutches, and able to handle a wheelchair by myself.
Therefore I hope that when you do go west in the spring you
will have with you for my friends out there, some very good
news.
I thank you for your prayers and I shall lean upon them.
Love, [
849]
12/06/52 HLC's ltr. to [
849]:
Saturday Morning
Dear [
849]-
[
903] talked with me about you last night. In the strain of
the long hours of work and the trials she has gone through, I
am afraid she has misunderstood my silence. The part of you
which composed your last letter to me could not question, but
if in these long days of pain there has been even a slight
doubt in consciousness, let me explain, and show this to
[
903] if you wish.
Every day, and many times on some days, as best I know how I
have sought the presence of God, and there brought into as
clear conscious focus as was possible the memory, the
thoughts, the dreams, of all that you and I have held to be
good. Then, I have prayed that through you God will continue
to find "a way of expression."
For me, and I think for you also, our relationship has more
and more taken on a timeless quality. The world as a point
of expression as a place to test and try the principles which
we have tried together many times, to make a part of the
inner structure of our beings has not always been easy for
either of us in any age.
This time, [
849], I have tried to give you the best that - of
the little I have. To make this possible, I have closed out
every thought of concern, of fear, of doubt. To write, to
phone, to think, except at these times of prayer, would have
only defeated, I believe, the purpose of this communion. I
know from my experiences that the inner you understands.
Minds and souls and spirits are not bound by this earth,
unless we bind them. You can, if the inner you desires it,
stay on in this body, frail, troubled as it is, to write and
speak that which will quicken the minds and hearts of others,
and inspire them by your very presence to live up to the
challenge of their higher selves, or if you will to rest it
will be only a moment before you channel the "fire" at a new
level.
Whatever you choose, words - my words at least - will not be
adequate to express the joy I have known in sharing AND IN
CONTINUING TO SHARE the dreams of helping each other as God
used our gifts - tarnished as they have been at times.
You must know, [
849], and this needs to be said only for the
outer consciousness, that I believe I have served you best at
this time through the mind and heart in the silence of His
Presence, as I am able to find it. Perhaps, it is only
weakness that says if I write, and think and telephone and
reach out to those who must walk this troubled road with you
just now, it would only block what little I can be the
channel for now - but I think because of the light that I
have seen around you that I have chosen the better way, and
that you understand.
If my physical presence will bring one moment of peace, you
know that you have only to mention it. My mind and my heart
have never been far from the bedside.
Died
1/06/53 - 5:20 P.M. Kidneys stopped functioning.
1/09/53 Ltr. from Rudolph Johnson to HLC:
Johnson & Mead
Attorneys at Law
Mercantile Bank Building
Dallas 1, Texas
Rudolph Johnson
John J. Mead, Jr.
Mr. Hugh Lynn Cayce
c/o Association for Research & Enlightenment
Virginia Beach, Virginia
Dear Hugh Lynn:
I received you wire about [
849] and Polly and I are shocked
and deeply grieved. We feel so bad especially because we
have not been in contact with him recently. I wish you would
send me a detailed letter and tell me all of the
circumstances. Polly and I had a very bad feeling about
the proposed operations when we first heard of the plan. He
was the good, dependable, brainy arm of the Association, and
we will miss him sorely.
Most sincerely,
[signed] Rudolph Johnson
By: L. G.
RJ/lg
1/26/53 HLC ltr. to Rudolph Johnson:
Mr. Rudolph Johnson
Mercantile Bank Bldg.
Dallas 1, Texas
Dear Rudy and Polly:-
While in Scotland [
849] suffered a great deal, especially
during the last weeks of his stay there he developed a
sciatic conditions which must have caused him greater pain
than he has ever suffered at any time. This is saying a good
deal. He wrote me a letter about this describing the sciatic
condition and extreme pains. On his flight home it was
necessary for doctors to inject narcotics directly into the
sciatic nerve, and even that did not prevent him from
suffering a great deal.
On his arrival in New York he went directly to Georgia where
he had made arrangements to write a book on housing for a man
connected with the Warm Springs Foundation. After he arrived
there he found the conditions most unsatisfactory and it was
necessary for him to return to New York. The treatments that
he expected through the Foundation were not forthcoming. The
man backed out on his contract for the book and conditions
were pretty bad, according to his description.
In New York he talked with physicians regarding the
possibility of putting plastic joints in both hips and
elbows. He had already discussed this at some length, as
you know. Some money was raised by friends and foundations
there to provide the initial expenses for an operation, and
he went into the Joint Diseases Hospital there in New York
for these operations. So far as I could learn from Mr.
[
257] and Mrs. [
903] he had the very best care possible.
The results of the operation itself were excellent, but - as
in so many similar cases - the patient died. [
849]'s body
simply could not stand the shock. First the blood clotted
in the lungs and this was followed by a failure in the
kidneys. He was fed intravenously for some time and this
did not help the eliminations.
So far as I can gather, [
849] did not suffer a great deal and
was conscious almost until the very end. Of course there was
no fear or concern with regard to dying. In forty-five years
he accomplished more than the average, far more than the
average man accomplishes in a full life's span. I am
speaking, now, not of the outer things - it is true of them
also - but I speak of the inner world of the mind and heart
and spirit, which I knew.
If we take the readings' measure of a man, that it lies in
what one gives, not in what one has, then certainly [
849] has
climbed well up the ladder. Surely some plane of
consciousness is a more active, a more interesting, and a
better place, I think, for his arrival.
Rudy, a little later I want to write you about the well [See
5628-11 Reports]. I have been spending considerable time in
prayer and I think it is possible that I may get some sum-up
or understanding of the situation. Your letters to Peter
Ballbusch and others, copies of which you sent to me, have
meant a great deal more to me than I can ever express in
words.
As you and Polly well know, this whole effort is a strange
one in many respects. It would be very difficult to go on
without a few people like you.
Thank you again for all the thought and effort in behalf of
the Association.
Love from everyone here to you both.
Sincerely, HLC
gd
3/01/54 Ltr. from Anne Rainey to GD:
Dearest Gladys,
I think of you often, don't think I don't and today I had to
write you a few lines. I know you're busy and happy and its
the Gladys's of the world that keep memories alive. You
don't have to answer this - I was just thinking of you and
all the people I met thru you. The other day while scanning
thru and old magazine I ran across a little poem of [
849]'s.
It was so sweet and appealing and I felt sad just reading it.
Sad that [
849] died so young. But he's left himself so
vividly behind.
For writing a dream
Or painting a dream
Or putting a dream to music
Makes that person sort of special.
And if long before his time
He has reached the end of his mile
But if he's had a dream
Well then, that life was worth the while!
For a dreamer is something special!
He lives in a special world
A world all his very own
And the joys that build up within him
Come from only the seeds God and he has sown!
He is never lonely or sad
For all god's gifts he's had
No matter how trite this world may seem
He's lived special-
For he's had his dream!
I've written this for [
849] (tho I never met him personally)
but too for all the dreamers of the world. Think of me
sometime -
Love to you and Al
[signed] Anne Rainey
[Mrs. John A. Rainey
Virginia Beach, Va.]
(GD's note: Anne Rainey worked for the Edgar Cayce
Foundation in
1948-49 during the campaign for funds to
prepare the Edgar Cayce readings. A few years later, after
the above letter, she died rather young herself - with
cancer.
Mrs. [
1102] had not been in favor of the decision of [
849] to
undertake the series of operations. During his illness in
the hospital a nurse told Mrs. [
1102] that [
849]'s history
did not show the great amounts of cortisone he had taken, and
that such serious surgery should never have been undertaken
under the circumstances.)
