7/27/35 [
954]'s letter to EC:
New York City
Dear Mr. Cayce:
How more than kind of you to write me a letter with your
own hand. Why not dictate to Miss Gladys? The machine
is a barrier unless easily and quickly used.
I've sometimes thought there is a reservoir of goodness where
all the little kindnesses that men do one another are put in
drop by drop and kept. Maybe there is...maybe YOU draw upon
this ample fund. I'm sure I don't know. I only know that I
was ahungred and you fed me...thirsty and you gave me drink.
Look on these enclosures...probably they are unfinished...
I am not even trying to analyze things now. Try to imagine
from these bits of verse how great was the need that has
gone on almost forty years thinking these things...dreaming
them ...and many, many others...yet never daring even to put
them down...thinking them unworthy. As I look on them this
morning they seem beautiful. I can't be sure. I never shall
be sure...but now I can TRUST. Someone will know sometime
whether they are good, and in the meantime I must put them
down.
Consider if you will (whether you like or understand these
things or not) that most of them were done within the past
few days...that they run dripping off my pencil point, as if
I am only a medium...and have only to relax to let them come.
I have rebuked beauty in my heart before this time...but no
more...never any more. Then try to imagine what this
expression means to a spirit so long pent. I know you must
doubt yourself often...that you have suffered much, for I
heard of it and wished because of that to meet you. And my
doubts of ME have been beyond your imaginings. That is the
reason for the emphasis in the first part of my
reading...LIFE IS.
These are only a few of the things that are coming to me
so readily just now. I am doing some very personal things
...partly as the result of a most peculiar contact, mentioned
in my reading. And even a little group of children's verses.
It's all odd... I am convinced, though, as I write that
these are not ends in themselves but preparation for
something. Maybe we shall know before long.
Call on me for whatever comes to your mind. I shall write
again soon. I still do not wish to pause to analyze my
reading. I've done too d... much analyzing in my life.
Thank you, good teacher... [
954]
P.S. Nothing personal about these things in case GD or
Hugh Linn [Lynn] would be interested in seeing them.
PEARLS BEFORE CITY SWINE - If Any
Dear Swine that spends this little minute
Grubbing for food with curious guile
Lift now your snout to sniff the cooler air,
For evening comes, and you are not prepared.
Extend your neck for apples in my hand
That I may hang upon your pouting throat
These pearls of kindness that I have received
From some who loved me for a while.
Leaving Virginia Beach,
July 1, 1935.
SOUL SHAKE
My soul shakes my body
That is too frail for shaking
Be then the guard
For when it will be waking
Be then my constancy
In earthy things by keeping
Patient when it rides you sore
And kind when it is sleeping
Since worldly things, it seems to me,
Are easy to your making
Then comfortless it need not go
On new paths that it's taking.
To Ben
July 21, 1935
SHOUT!
Lift up your soul and shout into the wind
For this one near is deaf and cannot hear
But that one standing on a little hill
Is waiting. See, he bends his ear.
PERSPECTIVE
Quiet rhythm of the arts
That to our little eye
Rides gently to a peak where
one like Rembrandt stands
And drops to an abyss - as now,
Counts long by our impatient human hours,
Yet looked on from some distant star
These waving lines of living light
Shine out like constant ripples
In a Flying Dutchman's wake.
Each quiver is a hundred years...
Each crest an era flown.
In conversation,
On a July evening.
FOR A DAUGHTER
The earth stopped whirling and flattened round me into
a level plain
That I might see my sheer impertinence in being.
Stretch flat...keep flat...good earth
That heights no more may tempt me
Beyond the feeble strength that is my own
For this frail body walks with scarce a breath within its
strictured lungs.
It runs with scarce a blood drop in its quivering heart.
So let it quietly rest this little while, for soon is all.
But if another comes, good earth, rare up your mightiness
That this one, stronger, may revel in such heights as you
may show,
Rear then your mountains where some younger heart
May gaily stride the peaks with dauntless eye.
Close tight your crevasses that this one may not slip
And be destroyed.
8/05/35 EC's letter to Miss [
954]:
Dear Miss [
954];-
Thanks for yours of the 27th, the poetry is very beautiful,
I would have to say, personally it is only here and there
that poetry appeals to me, I think I appreciate it, but often
wonder how it is that some get such beauty from same when I
do not, so don't know that I am competent to judge,
appreciate more than you know your sending these to me, for
I like them very much, some more than others, the thought in
the first in the first one, "Shout" is especially appealing
to me, "Soul Shake" and too a Daughter are lovely. And I am
very sure they will lead on and on and on to greater and yet
greater things. Miss [
954]; as you expressed it, "I only
Know" well that is my special weakness "if" I can feel that
people get that angle to my feeble efforts, then I feel that
I have at least tried, and I am one of those simple ones
that believe with all my heart God counts the TRY as
righteousness, so thank you thank you.
Please drop me a line now and then and hope you will send
any lines that you would like for me to see, I like them
very much, and will always give you my honest reaction,
can't say that I am justified in saying that I have an
opinion.
All here send kindest regards good wishes
Sincerely, Edgar Cayce.
10/10/35 She requested Physical Rdg. for afflicted child,
[
1064].
11/15/35 Friend's rdg.
1058-1, Par. 62-A indicates former
associations with Miss [
954] in Egypt and Persia.
12/17/35 She requested Physical Rdg. for her mother,
Mrs. [
1087].
2/36 Article written by [
954]:
From: The Association of Research and Enlightenment,
Virginia Beach, Va.
DR. HEREWARD CARRINGTON ON THE WORK OF EDGAR CAYCE -
by [
954]
Dr. Hereward Carrington, outstanding authority on psychic
phenomena, and known in Europe as "that terrible enemy of
fraudulent mediums in America" finds the psychic work of
Edgar Cayce entirely genuine.
Dr. Carrington Says:
"My belief in Mr. Cayce's sincerity and in the integrity
of his purpose is absolute.
"As a scientist, I would find that all diagnoses and
prescriptions purported to come from Mr. Cayce do not
in fact come from him, but come from some higher
intelligence manifesting itself through him. I am not
prepared to say what that higher intelligence is.
"Psychology now recognizes two parts of the mind, the
conscious and the subconscious, both accepted now as part
of any human being, but with the subconscious recognized
only within the past fifty years through the work of Freud,
Myers, Adler, and others. Certainly the conscious mind of
a man, uneducated in medicine, could not produce even the
technical terms which come through Mr. Cayce, and the same
goes for the subconscious. Therefore, phenomena such as
Mr. Cayce and many other persons produce indicate the
presence of a further stratum, a superconscious
intelligence."
Dr. Carrington's investigations of telepathy, clairvoyance,
hypnotism and spiritualistic mediums cover a period of
thirty-six years. For three years he has acted as director
of the American Psychic Institute.
He is author of the recently published "Loaves and Fishes"
which explains the miracles of Christ in the light of modern
scientific knowledge. Previous books are "The Story of
Psychic Science", "Modern Psychical Phenomena," and "Your
Psychic Powers and How to Develop Them."
GD's note: See another release by Dr. Carrington copied
into
254-89, Par. R4, 2/36.
2/19/36 She requested a Physical Rdg. for herself -
See
945-2.
2/24/36 Hereward Carrington's ltr. to EC:
Dear Edgar Cayce:
The other day Miss [
954] called on me, and I learned from
her for the first time about the shameful treatment you had
received in Detroit. She is one of your staunch supporters,
and will do all she can on your behalf in the papers, I know.
I gave her interview and some ideas at the time she was here,
which I think she will use on your behalf, and she may write
you about this herself. If there is anything further I can
do I shall of course be only too pleased to do so. I suppose
you have seen the reviews of "Loaves and Fishes," which have
appeared occasionally? The book is being published in
England next month, and should go there, as there is a big
controversy raging at present between the bishops and the
spiritualists on these questions!
Best to you all, and I shall hope to hear from you when you
can. As ever,
Sincerely, Hereward Carrington
See interim correspondence under
954-2 (Physical Rdg.),
Reports.
2/28/36 [
954]'s ltr. to EC:
My dear Teacher:
Needless to say you are much in my mind these days, and I
send you this letter to let you know it in more concrete
form. I do hope you will like the publicity material I
prepared, in the event that any is to be used.
Dr. Carrington has been most cooperative. These matters
do not interest you so much, but Hugh Lynn and I felt it
very worthwhile to have something ready. I shall look
eagerly forward to learning how he uses the various pieces
...and only wish I were with you to manage this end of it.
My thoughts will be winging along toward you on Tuesday next
...and so will those of many others, as you well know. For
although your talent puts you into a lonely class in one way
it brings you returns in the form of "human interest" that
few persons in the world can draw on.
I continue to be so grateful for all the new world you have
opened to me...although weak in many ways and with the
constant feeling that I should be able to do more. [
1087]'s
Mother's improvement is beyond your powers of imagination...
excellent as those are. Still tied indoors, she makes
continual efforts to cooperate and to broaden her interests.
And all this is thanks to you.
Every good thought and love to all who are with you...as
they know...presume Gladys and Mrs. Cayce are there, too.
Hope so.
As always, [
954]
7/19/36 [
954]'s ltr. to EC:
... St.,
A Sunday morning...
My dear Teacher:
The first quiet spot in a turbulent period...filled at
once with joy and with a madness of work. Do you know that
yesterday marked a great anniversary for me...a year ago
yesterday you took my reading. Surely, I know you cannot
see results in me as yet...but I see them. And I want to
express to you just a little of what it has meant to know
you...and to receive from you the kind of understanding you
have so freely given, both in your conscious and in your
higher state. Bear with me yet a little while, for I am
coming into a new strength that will make me truly useful,
although outward signs may seem otherwise.
Those days in Virginia Beach are like a dream now...did we
truly live through all that beauty? Those dripping words
that came and came and came...so filled with wisdom and so
satisfying to the spirit. And that strange sweet comradeship
that I felt for so many there...[
256] of the luminous eye...
and the lost blonde lady [
338] who isn't lost anymore...and
[
543]...little [
543]. Could anyone see [
543] and not hold
her in the heart to comfort her? [
903] took on new facets
to me, too. And walking down the road with little [
773]
I found that he loves "Mr. Cayce as far as the stars..."
Yet these things are but a small part of the joys I owe
to your generosity. The weeks since I have returned have
put me to heavy tests and pressures that have been almost
unbelievable. Yet my benefit party is over...a fair success
carried entirely on my slim shoulders...and without any
bitterness or shouting because I got no help...My extra
stint of work presumably is over tomorrow. Then I slide
into a more regular existence...ready to do something about
Mother's increasingly difficult problems.
I feel so strong (I cannot boast that I am without pain...but
STRONG) that I have just written Mrs. [
587] asking that I be
allowed to come to see her out there on Long Island...Five
months ago I could not have dreamed of taking on that extra
effort in the evening. Having seen her I shall have taken a
final step on the copy I have thus far prepared on Atlantis.
Yes, I am slow...and I have been weighed down...but
eventually I shall come through.
This letter brings my grateful thanks to you...and to all
around you...Mrs. Cayce, Hugh Lynn, and Gladys...
Always, [
954]
P.S. I wrote Hugh Lynn that [...] has given his first talk
in Springfield. I feel he moves forward to a real
contribution through you... [See
1210-1, Par. R1.]
11/09/36 [
954]'s letter to EC [first part used in
1210-2,
Par. R1]:
... St.,
As for me...I can only see this light...that through your
first instructions I have found more peace and beauty than
I had ever hoped for. I can speak of God now...a year ago
I could not even do that. YOU understand, I know. This was
the thing I needed...this understanding of something stranger
and truer and better than I was or could ever be...and I
rejected and rejected and so bitterly...until I found you.
I used to think I would find it in human beings...in one
human being...but I learned better through bitter trial and
error. There are no human beings who are stronger...or even
truer...than I am myself. I had to find some more perfect
power outside...
Blessings on you. And dearest love to Mrs. Cayce and to
Gladys. Hugh Lynn said Glad would let me know about meetings
in town.
Always gratefully...just that you're alive... [
954]
5/23/37 [
954]'s ltr. to EC:
... St.,
New York City,
Sunday
My dear Teacher:
The last bulletin told me that my dear Gatekeeper [Leslie
B. Cayce] had gone. But it was not until Hugh Lynn told me
something of the circumstances that I realized how doubly
hard the passing had been for you. Sometimes I rebel...
I cannot understand how this man, who tried so hard and who
to my way of thinking achieved so much in growth while he
was here...rated that extra suffering of burns and shock.
My contract with you Father was so apparently slight but
so real to me. I always see him opening the door to me
that first day...BEFORE I knocked. And I remember short
conversation last summer when he came in unexpectedly and
sat in the office with me. He spoke of how people do not
stop to understand and how they make each other so unhappy
when they so easily do just the opposite. There was maturity
and understanding in what he said...and I think of them
today as I find myself wondering at certain deep hurts which
I suffer...hurts which seem so unnecessary and so foolishly
short-sighted that I am at a loss as to how to meet them.
I sit and search my own heart, as I am sure your Father
must often have done in the later years when he ripened.
You will miss him. But I feel you are so especially blessed
in that you may see life going on in a rich stream. Talking
with Hugh Lynn this trip, I find in him more courage and a
stronger grip...and I am so grateful for it for your sake.
I love the boy for his earnestness...for his sincere
dedication to the same ideal which his Mother has so
closely held during all these years...many of them suc h
hard ones. You are blessed to have these around you...and
it makes me glad for you...poor in pennies but rich in
realities.
Love to you...and to all the family, [
954]
6/30/37 See
254-95, Par. 46-A, individual message in re how
best to assist A.R.E.
7/27/37 See
954-4, a Ck. Life Reading.



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