"Itís alright, Phil, itís just some lightning," she said and held on to me close, but I could tell she was scared too.
"Oh yes, I know, Mommy, I watched the storm come up the valley and then I ran all the way back and I got in just in time and the lightning hit the tree and I saw an armadillo and a bobwhite bird and the lightning was so loud I jumped way up! Mommy, are we real?"
"Oh...what!? What a question! Of course we are, Darling."
"I know, Mommy, but thatís not what I mean. I mean are we really real, I mean REAL?"
"Oh! Well, when you put it that way...yes, I think we are quite real, Honey. Donít worry."
"Yes, but, Mommy, I mean, is there something else? You know, like, could somebody see us the way we see those puppets in the store window at Christmas?"
"Oh, thatís what you mean. Well, I donít know, Darling! I donít think so; but you never can tell. You sure have been doing some big thinking, havenít you? - Now, go get cleaned up for supper."
"Yes, Mommy. But - Mommy, I hope thereís something more. I want there to be!"
"O.K., Honey, thatís nice, but run along now. Time to eat!"
16 JAN 73 - This afternoon Ralph and two of his male LW friends witnessed an apparent miracle. Ralph called me right afterward, very excited. It seems Maude and her sister Gertrude were driving their VW very, very slowly, because the brakes were out. Another car, the driver apparently not realizing until too late how slowly the VW was going, roared up behind them, traveling very fast. The three boys were in another car, a little behind them, in the adjoining lane. If not for this the speeding car could have simply gone round the VW. But with the boysí car in the way, there wasnít room for the maneuver. Just as the impact was about to occur, the car that had been coming up behind was just suddenly in the other lane, with no loss in speed, in front of the boysí car, at the instant they expected the crash. It continued roaring on down the road! Ralph and the others all felt there was simply no natural way this could have occurred. Interestingly, the sisters had both been having dreams of a terrible auto accident for several days. Ralph said the vehicle behind came to within one foot of the VW and then was just suddenly in the next lane, as if it had always been there, a feat "impossible" given its velocity and closeness to the Volkswagen.
In November, Steveís son, Leon, fell into their apartmentís swimming pool and apparently had drowned. He had already turned blue. No breathing or heartbeat could be detected. He was reportedly still not breathing by the time they got him to the hospital. But he was revived and is today very much alive and apparently as alert and bright as ever. Are such things adequately accounted for by medical science alone? I do not know.
"All men in this world are prisoners waiting for death, except a few rare ones whose bodies are in this prison but whose life is lived amidst the stars." Maulana Rum
Racism is far from dead in America! Tonight, after Iíd sold our most expensive vacuum cleaner model to a Black lady, Mr. Montgomery, a bigoted, redneck old man whoís been a salesman all his life and who now employs his talents part-time for Gibson's Discount Center, said to me: "I want to congratulate you, you know, on selling that nigger a Power Drive! Thatís doing pretty good when you can sell a coon one of them." We live, indeed, in Caesarís world. (And I, Iím afraid, mostly am just one of the centurions.)
5 FEB 73 - Ralph left early this morning from my apartment, for Italy.
The Lifestream Way now seems to me a system of utter vitality, a way by which to completely transform my life and my reality.
9 FEB 73 - Still lightly snowing here in Austin. It is gorgeous outside!
Is now only a month till I can apply for LW initiation.
18 FEB 73 - Dreamed last night of my spirit merging with Maharaj Dayal Nam Ji's astral form.
19 FEB 73 - I now think that if there is life after death then LW is definitely the way. And if there is no life after death, then LW is perhaps the best of a world of illusions. And it may then be "real" in the same way the spirit of Santa Claus can persist even after our literal belief in him has ceased.