10/17/43 Mrs. [
3320]'s letter to EC:
Mr. Edgar Cayce,
Virginia Beach, Va.
Dear Mr. Cayce:
My house address is the above, and I expect to be right here
during the time of the reading. I shall spend the time in
prayer and meditation, believing, if it is God's will, that
we shall obtain the help we so earnestly seek.
My most pressing desire and need is to be made to walk, as
my mother so needs my help about the house.
Q.1. Can you give me any instructions about how to help
myself to get back my balance, and power to make my right
foot and hand operate?
Q.2. Is there any way we can stop this fearful animalism
which is most certainly making me more helpless, and which,
to me, is so exceedingly antipathetic?
What I write may sound like an obsession. If it does, it is
not much wonder. I have been so terribly afflicted for over
21 yrs. by every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a Messianic
complex. And now these McFadden Health Service Bureau
racketeers refuse to let up on me, tho I have repeatedly
asked them to.
I find I am going to have to do something I regret having to
do, but I am in an extremity and have no other way to help
myself. I am enclosing a copy of a letter I wrote the man
who seems to be directing things in this vicinity. He
refused to accept it, as I had gotten his given name wrong.
But when the letter came back from the Dead Letter Office
some weeks later, the envelope had been cut and stuck
to-gether with mucilage. (Such clever honorable? people)
Q.3. Would you be willing to write the McFadden Health
Service Bureau (address: Dr. Alsaker, M.H.S. Bureau, 125
East 42 St. New York) and tell them to quit sending people in
here to concentrate on me and who make me always worse? I am
a widow and have no-one to protect me who can speak with
authority. I have had Fr. Simkins write, but they paid no
attention to him; and my father beautifully sidestepped the
issue - and he is the one who should have handled my problem.
Instead, he got me to apply to you for the reading. These
M.H.S.B's. have evidently banked on the fact that I was
unprotected and impecunious.
Along with the usual racketeering forces from the regular
M.H.S.B's., I have specially bad times. I became involved
with a very prominent man, and thru him got into the M.H.S.B.
The nervous force in my right hand and foot has grown
steadily weaker. I have known almost from the first that he
is a robber. I have never said anything about it thinking
there would soon be an end to it. But instead things are
growing worse. Twice in August when he had special work to
do, I was rendered prostrate; and the second time the muscles
in my right hand fairly seemed to shrivel before my eyes. I
was days and days recovering from that bout. Such abuse of
psychic power deserves to be punished as severely as the
thing being planned to do to Hitler and Mussolini. Something
had better be done to stop these secret monsters obsessing
average mankind and ruining womankind.
In the last analysis this thing becomes a question of one's
concept of Deity as you will see by the quotations from my
Korsehan literature which you will see in the letter
enclosed.
Faithfully and prayerfully [
3320]
[enclosure]
April 20, 1943
Sirs:
If you know that I have twice written Dr. Alsaker (once in
November and again after Christmas - Fr. Simkins also wrote
for me about the same time-) stating that you have nothing to
offer me that I want, and demanding that my name be removed
from the roster of the McFadden Health Service Bureau, and
proclaiming in unmistakable English that I cannot traffic
with lying spirits, and that I wish to be left alone in
order, that, with the Lord's help, I may be healed - if it
is His will -. If, I say again, you know this, your methods
are those of subversive criminal Hitlerian gangsterdom; for
you are interfering with Free Will - one of the most sacredly
cherished possessions of mankind. Small use for the
much-publicized Four Freedoms if secretly mankind is to be
enslaved by such as you.
When I signed up with the McFadden Health Service Bureau I
had two objects: I wanted to be rid of certain spiritual
influences and to be made to walk. I have not attained
either; but instead, am more helpless, and my body hideously
deformed and bent, and my life more circumscribed than ever;
and I am being continually afflicted with your most unwelcome
attentions, and I am subjected to every sort of ignominious
outrage. It seems all you know is to take any tendency and
run it out to its logical conclusion. I was lame so you made
me much more lame - my right hand weak, so you made it very
rapidly much weaker, etc.
This is to certify that the only time in the whole three
years since I became a member of M.H.S.B., that I showed
any improvement in my walking, was after my reprimand to
you last summer, which I sent to Dr. Alsaker, in which I
said, that as healers you would make most excellent
blacksmiths (not the proper term, since blacksmiths do not
have horns.) At the same time I sent a "To Whom it May
Concern" to Mrs. Ayers intending it for any of you who were
down here, or for anyone who was bothering me. But she chose
to disregard what I said, and deliberately vamped me twice a
week over a period of weeks. (What would you call such a
thing but gangsterism?) You let up then, the most malign of
the forces left town and I began to improve. In August I
began to do a good-sized ironing, every two weeks, and to
hoe a little (an exercise that I love). I was so encouraged
that I bot a mopstick which I proposed to use as a staff. I
began to grow straighter and to lose weight. I did not feel
strong; in fact, my strength was that of my weakest members -
my right hand and foot - but that was all to the good since
it balanced me up better, and, after all, a chair is only as
strong as its weakest link. This keeping me jazzed up making
me drunk on familiar spirits is the worst possible method of
cure. Right here let me say I don't think you wished me to
get well - I made too good a guinea-pig for your young lout
tyros. This in view of the seriousness of my situation - and
just anyhow - is criminal.
But my recovery without the unwelcome offices of the powers
of darkness did not suit them, so when their servants
returned to the town, in spite of the fact that I had
expressly told them to get clear outside of my psychic field,
I was suddenly slammed down under the kitchen sink, hurting
my knee very badly, and leaving me terribly shaken. This was
about six o'clock in the evening of Sept. 8, 1942. On the
morning of Sept. 14, on getting up, I was forced down on top
of my weak foot, which was badly sprained, the collar about
the ankle badly swollen and my sense of balance so upset that
I was in danger every step I took. (You have most malign
forces in your personnel. People who use alcohol, tobacco
and lots of coffee should be debarred from exercising their
powers, for they are dangerous in the Silence as well as in
the outer world. In fact, the ones I mean were so evil that
they reached right thru my subconscious, and, three times
last spring, gave my mother awful attacks of nervous-hiccups,
so that she nearly died. Again around Christmas-time this
occurred, and there has been a slight attack lately. It is
a criminal force that will so afflict an aged conscientious
woman (like my mother). It was then I called in Fr. Simkins
and told him what had occurred, and he offered to see the
chief offenders. And I had to send him out three times on
like errands, and to see some of you myself. What sort of
devils do you harbor in your obsessions?
For a good while, I myself did not know what was the matter
with my motor-nerves under your false stimulus, except that
it felt as tho I were being short-circuited every time there
was polarization (some of it so brutal, leaving me
staggering all over the room - how did you ever dare have
such forces turned loose on me.) Now I know why you can
never heal me, and if you persist in monkeying with my
subconsciousness will end up by wrecking not only me, but
yourselves as well. There must be certain principles to be
observed even in outer darkness, or your powers will be taken
away from you. Certainly you have no right to continue with
me in the face of all I have said. Now altho I do not owe
you any explanations whatever, I am going to tell you why you
can not be successful in my case, and why I get better if I
am let alone - that is, when you let me alone.
We are taught that where THERE are DIFFERENCES in BELIEFS
THERE CAN BE NO HEALING. Mental Science (so-called) TEACHES
DUALISM, whereas I BELIEVE IN BI-UNITY. I believe that Jesus
was what St. Paul said "the fulness of the Godhead bodily",
and that beside Him was no other God, for He Himself said "He
that hath seen Me hath seen the Father". (Right here let me
state that I made my mistakes when I strayed from our
doctrines, hence also with St. Paul I say " - Christ Jesus
came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief."
Read carefully, please - from works of Koresh
"Dualism Due to the Segregated State."
"The apostasies of the Jews and Israelites in the highest
objects of worship to which they inclined when led away from
the worship of the one God of the Hebrews always took some
form of dualism. In male and female dualism Baal or Bel
and Ashtaroth constituted the god and goddess of Hebrew
adoration. This conception was in agreement with the state
of separation obtaining in Adam when thru the operation of
his desire, his body was disintegrated and that in him which
constituted him an integral being was divided, so that two
forms instead of one characterized the man. The worship of
Baal and Ashtaroth originated with the segregation of Adam.
The two calves set up by Jeroboam symbolized the dual desire
of the Hebrew mind, which looked forward to the time when a
form of dualism should control the mind in its worship of God
during the career of the Christian church. The separation of
Deity into two or more personalities or forms is always a
state of apostasy."
Right here let me express my gratitude to Mr. Beeman who is
so beautifully integrated and who helped me so much when I
had been thru that terrific spiritual battle (Sept. 8, and
14) and was left so fearfully disintegrated. I feel that he
was sent to me - the only one of you for whom I have felt no
enmity; for, whatever his own beliefs, he has the finest
oversoul I've ever encountered - truly Christian with no
apostate dualism to distress my soul or my own oversoul. I
have prayed fervently for him thruout the winter, since I
understood from what he said that he wished spiritual
advancement; he is one of my god-children, and I should love
to take him with me into the Kingdom.
For the rest, you "locusts with the faces of men" will
doubt - return to the smoke of the Abyss and Abaddon, your
ruler, whence you came.
Read carefully please - from works of Koresh
"The unity and blending of the two sex principles (with
their forms into one organic structure, form, and life,
constituting that life the neuter life, and those genders
the neuter gender, will restore man to his original paradise
in God. Sex-unity, by which man bears the image of the
heavenly, must emphatically work the distinction between the
true Messianic recurrences and that FORM and MANIFESTATION of
ANTICHRIST presented to the world as SEX DUALISM manifest in
the HYDRA-HEADED FORM just prior to the coming of the Lord."
"God"
God is the focal point in human consciousness. Jesus is the
focal point of consciousness (I know precisely what I mean)
without whom, as a personality there can be no life in man.
Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life."
"Truth in the aggregate is a pivot or point in human
consciousness. There is a focal point or pole in human
consciousness, consisting of a centre, which is the congeries
of all mental activities of all mankind, and embraces the
love of all knowledges in the universe of objective being.
This pole or focal point of all love and, consequently, of
all truth or the wisdom of all things, is the subjective
point or pole. This is God. It is personality for the
aggregate of all love and wisdom is the spiritual and soul
potencies and activities. These are not abstract things,
neither are they distinct from objective material structure."
Perhaps this will hold you - at any rate, don't try to upset
me any more. I stand on the battle-line of Armageddon and
will fight Fallacy until it is no more, and I don't care who
gets hurt. We are definitely coming into the broad and
glorious Day, tho the Almighty seems very busy right now with
His great Bosom of Destruction.
Pray for the Kingdom - the end will be too terrible.
Mrs. [
3320]
R7.
10/21/43 Mrs. [
3320]'s letter to EC:
Mr. Edgar Cayce:
Association For Research and Enlightenment, Inc.,
Virginia Beach, Virginia
Dear Mr. Cayce:
My father [
3141] says to write you as much about my trouble
as I can. I raced some kids to a barrel-stave hammock, beat,
but fell out on top of my head, injuring my spine. This was
when I was ten, in 1893. I grew up with one shoulder higher
than the other, my digestion was always poor, I had an
unnatural appetite and never was very well. I added to my
troubles by wearing my shoes too short, which crippled my
feet. Also wore high heels to give me height, since I am
short; and wore tight corsets because I am too heavy about
my hips. I had a major operation for fibroid in 1923.
When I wrote you the other day I did not include the good
that the McFadden Health Service did me last spring. I was
thrown down on the street as I stepped from my car, because
my right foot caught on the running board. This twisted me
in such a way that it was just like a very drastic
Osteopathic treatment. My right knee was twisted, breaking
old lesions, my diaphragm freed from my lower ribs on the
left side, the vertebrae between my shoulders, which had been
out of place since my '93 fall were freed, and a small bone
in my left foot pushed in place. I began to be much heavier,
and then the M.H.S.B. treated my subconscious as tho it were
an arena of combat for wild beasts.
The letter I sent you a copy of was the result of the
inhuman treatment they accorded me. There must be something
very rotten in their "State of Denmark" since any of those
whom I have asked if they were members of M.H.S.B. insult
my intelligence by offering me lying denials. They look
like a lot of cheap fakers to me. They continue to send in
people who put me thru a lot of useless suffering and who
are making me worse. Can't you use your influence to get
this outrage stopped?
I got all mixed up and thot this was the day of the reading;
I am so glad there is still time for this letter.
I can't stand without my crutches and taking steps without
them is out of the question. I had a lordosis, but now I am
actually deformed by the pressure that has so constantly been
applied. I know these people don't know their stuff, for I
have been psychologized by one person and held straight, and
my nervous force freed, so that I walked as tho I were
floating, and sang with the most gloriously free tone and
rich quality. This was twenty-one years ago. These
M.H.B.S.'s tie up my nervous force, I have lost my voice and
I am a mess generally, except that I have a tremendous
digestion, no pain, and I wish we had Euthanasia in this
country, for I am a pretty useless citizen. However, I don't
sit idle even tho I can't run around. Strangely enough, I
can drive my car tho I never go very far.
This is all I can think of right now.
Faithfully
(Mrs.) [
3320]
I have had a number of sudden breaks in my life - the
greatest and hardest was seven years ago when my husband
took "the nearest way" because of some trouble with his
first wife. Please do not think I am a mental wreck; quite
the contrary - for all these hard things only make me
understand my Koreshanity better. I have learned OUR mental
science thru all this fallacious stuff.
REPORTS
12/15/43 Mrs. [
3320]'s letter to EC:
Mr. Edgar Cayce:
Virginia Beach, Va.
Sir:
We have nothing to communicate to each other, since you (pl.)
and I stand on opposite sides of the Battle line of
Armageddon. My only desire is to be rid of everything that
smacks of so-called mental healing. I am asking you again to
see that all this concentration on me is ordered stopped
instanter. I am definitely much worse than I ever was even
before this year. The only thing with which I concur with
you disagreeable old control, is that I should be permitted
to chose whom I want to help me. I have, long since. I want
only the Lord's help, and let every-one else trying to play
God, clear out. Will you kindly attend to this and oblige
Very truly yours
(Mrs.) [
3320]
I don't wish to put in a Christmas like the last one, going
thru tortures that beggar the abhorrent iniquitous cruelly
criminal Inquisition. At present I am enduring just such
suffering because the mob here is so selfish rapacious
ruthless and cruel - such people have no right to be taught
to work on others. Of course the whole joker in this thing
is, that they do what they do because they expect power for
themselves. Their victims may get better or not - that is
not their lookout. I know some of them.
12/27/43 EC's letter to Mrs. [
3320]:
Mrs. [
3320]
..., Fla.
Dear Mrs. [
3320]
I have yours of the 15th. I don't quite agree of course,
with all that you said in it, but I know you expected that.
Our experiences doubtless have been so different that we
have very little in common. If we can help, I will be very
glad to, and I assure you I do not expect to have any power
within myself from same, for I know of myself, I can do
nothing.
Hoping we can help, I am
Sincerely, Edgar Cayce
EC/vw
2/08/44 Father [
3141]'s letter to EC:
Mr. Edgar Cayce,
Virginia Beach, Va.
My daughter Mrs. [
3320] sent me your reading of her "self"
given on October 26th ult.
I note that you touched the sore spot and suggested a proper
course of procedure.
However, so it seems, this only aggravated the trouble -
instead of throwing off this silly obsession about certain
people busying themselves with concentrating on her
personality "to put her down and out", she took the view
that your group are doing the same thing.
It is really difficult to reconcile the fact that she has an
unusually brilliant intellect yet in this one particular is
so unbalanced as to think herself of enough consequence to
appeal to a number of people to such an extent as to make
them waste time at "concentrating" on her for any purpose
whatever - especially in view of the fact that she is of
little or not consequence to any body or anything.
She wants me to write a strong letter requesting your group,
to let her alone; I am complying with her request so that I
can tell her that I have done so. And I trust that I may
have your reply to the effect that there is not, or will not
be, any concentration at Virginia Beach. Perhaps that will
help to dispel that much of the illusion.
As to myself... [See [
3141] Reports.]
Wishing you every good thing for the year and always, believe
me with warm regards, Ever sincerely yours, [
3141].
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