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Angelo I. Springston
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my first two books people have
written to me from all over the world, and some of those
people can also see the aura.
21
Years ago a Dr. Kilner, researching at a London Hospital,
found that he could, under certain circumstances, see the
aura. He wrote a book about it. Medical science was not
ready for such a discovery, and all that he had discovered
was hushed up. I too, in my way, am doing research, and
I visualize an instrument which will enable any medical
man or scientist to see the aura of another and cure "in-
curable" illnesses by ultra-sonic vibrations. Money, money,
that is the problem. Research always was expensive!
And now, I mused, they want me to take on another
task! About a change of bodies!
Outside my window there was a shuddering crash which
literally shook the house. "Oh," I thought, 'The railroad
men are shunting again. There will be no more quiet for a
long time." On the river a Great Lakes freight steamer
hooted mournfully-like a cow mooing for her calf and
from the distance came the echoing response of another
ship.
"My Brother!" The Voice came to me again, and hastily
I gave my attention to the crystal. The old men were still
sitting in a circle with the Aged Patriarch in the center.
Now they were looking tired, exhausted would perhaps
describe their condition more accurately, for they had
transmitted much power in order to make this impromptu,
unprepared trip possible.
"My Brother, you have seen clearly the condition of
our country. You have seen the hard hand of the oppressor.
Your task, your two tasks are clear before you and you can
succeed at both, to the glo