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"Edgar Cayce: An American Prophet"
Wednesday, February 7, 2001
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Wednesday, February 7, 2001
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EDITOR'S COMMENT:
I first heard of Edgar Cayce in the summer of 1973. I was visiting
my grandfather in California and stumbled across Jess Stearn's book,
"Edgar Cayce: The Sleeping Prophet." It changed my life, completely.
Like a bright light shining in a dark cave, my heretofore hopeless world
was set on fire with visions of prayer, meditation, dreams, reincarnation,
Jesus, astrology, Atlantis, earth changes, holistic health, and a thousand
other mind-altering topics.
A year later, after spending every waking moment gobbling up every
far out book, teacher, and experience that crossed by path, a series
of near-miraculous events carried me from Idaho State University to
the holy city of Virginia Beach, Virginia -- the place where Cayce had
made his home. For the next 10 years (minus short hiatuses in Minnesota
and North Carolina), I washed dishes, attended study groups, worked
at the A.R.E. (Cayce's organization), participated in and/or started
several Cayce-inspired communities and organizations, and swam in an
ocean of fellow seekers who were pulled into Cayce's aura like moths
to a bright flame.
I also became intimately acquainted with a river of would-be psychics
who attempted to follow (and in many cases, capitalize on) Cayce's legacy.
Some of these psychics were authentic, and some were not. But none of
them approached the heartfelt sincerity, the gut-wrenching honesty,
or the raw psychic firepower of Cayce. To this day, after having spent
decades now sorting through the psychic mish mash of truths and half-truths,
helpful inspirations and ridiculously misinformed worldviews I encountered
in Virginia Beach, my deep appreciation for Cayce remains.
For while Cayce, himself, made many mistakes, and while his readings
were grievously wrong about many things, he also inspired an astonishing
diversity of people to become better human beings and left a remarkable
legacy of verifiable healings.
How astonishing? And how remarkable? Yesterday I heard about a new
book that details, for the first time, just how far-reaching Cayce's
influence was. Among other things, the book reveals:
"From hundreds of pages of sensational documents, and correspondence
that have never before been made public, it is now clear that such luminaries
as Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla had trance readings by Cayce, as did
engineers at RCA, IBM, Delco, and the president and founder of the Goodyear
Tire and Rubber Company. Inventor Mitchell Hastings credited Cayce with
helping him to develop FM radio. NBC founder David Sarnoff and his family
had secret readings. Remarkable technological and electronic designs
provided by Cayce in trance are now used in almost every large hospital
and airport in the world.
"Edgar Cayce gave readings for Irving Berlin, George Gershwin,
and Gloria Swanson. Readings were conducted for the concerned mother
of Ernest Hemingway, who consulted Cayce about her son's writing career.
Marilyn Monroe practiced beauty aids that Cayce recommended in trance.
Business leader Nelson Rockefeller and labor organizer George Meany
availed themselves of Cayce's medical advice. Carl Laemmle of Universal
Studios, Harry Goetz of Paramount Pictures, and legendary film pioneer
Thomas Ince studied screenplays dictated during Cayce's trance sessions."
If you've followed NHNE from the beginning, you've heard a lot about
Cayce over the years (a search on "Edgar Cayce" brings up
over 70 references on the NHNE Website). Some of these references have
actively debunked Cayce's readings, while others have acknowledged the
powerful contribution Cayce has made to humanity's ongoing quest to
understand (and heal) itself. Sidney D. Kirkpatrick's new book, "Edgar
Cayce: An American Prophet", adds a few more pieces to the puzzle.
Since I know many of you, like me, have Cayce to thank (either directly
or indirectly) for opening up inspiring new vistas, I wanted to be sure
all of you knew about Kirkpatrick's book. And I wanted to publicly acknowledge
how influential Cayce has been in my life, and the lives of my closest
friends.
Today, I live in Sedona, Arizona, surrounded by a community of people
who have moved here from all over the United States and parts of Canada.
Many of us first met in Virginia Beach, or at the A.R.E.'s Camp in Rural
Retreat, Virginia, or through friends of friends who had strong ties
to Cayce. And while most of us have long since gone on to other spiritual
paths and teachings, our heritage is deeply rooted in Cayce. This amazes
me -- and reminds me of how much impact one life, well lived, can have
on the world...
With Love & Best Wishes,
David Sunfellow
Especially important NHNE publications that deal with Cayce:
50 Years Later: A Tribute To Edgar Cayce:
http://www.nhne.com/newsbriefs/nhnenb11.html#cayce
NHNE Special Report: Earth Changes & Millennium Fever:
http://www.nhne.com/specialreports/srmillenniumfever.html
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SELECTIONS FROM SIDNEY D. KIRKPATRICK'S
"EDGAR CAYCE: AN AMERICAN PROPHET"
http://www.spiritsite.com/writing/edgcay/index.htm
Nine years after the turn of the twentieth century, a young photographer
named Edgar Cayce stepped off a Pullman and onto a crowded passenger
platform in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. Edgar might normally have paused
to greet acquaintances at the station or stopped to warm himself beside
the coal stove in the ticket office, but he had more pressing business
on that cold, rainy February night. He pulled up the collar on his thin
cotton jacket and ventured into the downpour to meet a waiting carriage.
The driver, Lynn Evans, quickly ushered Edgar inside his cab. As chief
ticket agent and superintendent at the Hopkinsville depot, Lynn was
the natural choice to be on the look-out for his brother-in-law's arrival
on the northbound local from Guthrie, Kentucky. Knowing the urgency
of Cayce's visit, Lynn likely reached for the horse's reins the moment
the tall, lanky photographer emerged from the cloud of steam billowing
out from under the eighty-two ton locomotive.
Framed in the yellow halo of light from the overhead oil lamps on East
Ninth Street, Edgar looked too young to be a church deacon or the owner
of one of Kentucky's most respected photography studios. His shy, pensive
smile and clean-shaven face gave him the youthful appearance of a college
sophomore coming home for the holidays. His tousled brown hair was cut
short, accentuating his high forehead, deep-set blue-gray eyes, and
receding chin. His large feet and hands seemed better suited to an awkward
youth on the verge of manhood than a thirty-two-year-old husband and
father.
A closer look at Cayce revealed the truth of his age and occupation.
Having spent much of the last decade in a darkroom, his complexion was
pale and his fingers were stained brown from the chemicals he handled
routinely in the developing baths. The acrid odor of those chemicals
still clung to his clothes as Edgar knocked the mud from his high-top
leather shoes and climbed into the carriage for the mile-and-a-quarter
trip through Hopkinsville to a house known to Edgar and Lynn as "The
Hill."
The journey was familiar territory for both men. Edgar had traveled
it many times on foot and by bicycle during his courtship with Lynn's
sister, Gertrude, and though he now had the luxury of taking a horse
and carriage, Cayce knew the unpaved streets of the city and its squat
two and three story red-brick buildings as intimately as he knew the
dark-room in his photographic studio in Bowling Green, Kentucky...
As the carriage approached the main entrance, Edgar felt the familiar
sense of security that accompanied all of his trips to The Hill. Lynn
brought the horse to a halt, and as he tended to the carriage, Edgar
walked quickly up the muddy path to the verandah where he was greeted
by Hugh Evans, Lynn's older brother. The two briefly exchanged pleasantries
before coming into the parlor where the rest of the family was gathered
around the fire place. Gertrude and Lynn's mother, Kate, was there,
along with their Aunt Elizabeth and her son Hiram, and their Aunt Carrie
and her husband, Dr. Thomas House. Everyone's attention was focused
on Carrie and Thomas's infant son, Thomas House Jr., who lay on a small,
white, embroidered pillow in his mother's lap.
The infant had been suffering convulsions since his premature birth
three months earlier. The convulsions had become so frequent that they
now occurred every twenty minutes, leaving the helpless child too weak
to nurse from his mother's bosom or to wrap his tiny hands around her
fingers. Tommy House was literally dying from malnutrition and lack
of sleep, a diagnosis confirmed by the child's father, a doctor, and
by the family's two personal physicians, Dr. Jackson, a general practitioner
in Hopkinsville, and Dr. Haggard, a pediatric specialist from Nashville
who had been attending the child since birth. Although the three doctors
disagreed about what treatment they should provide, all agreed that
Thomas House Jr. had little or no chance of living through the night.
They now turned to Edgar Cayce, a photographer with an eighth grade
education and no medical training, to save little Tommy's life. Carrie
wasn't sure Edgar could help her son - no more than Edgar himself -
but she wanted him to try. In previous "experiments," Cayce
had demonstrated to her a remarkable ability to put himself into a hypnotic
trance and obtain medical and other information that she believed was
beyond the grasp of ordinary people.
Even as a child, Edgar only had to close his eyes to locate a lost
ring or pocket-watch. He could read a deck of playing cards that were
face down on a table and recite the contents of a closed book or sealed
envelope. By merely thinking about someone he could wake the person
up from a deep sleep, induce him or her to make a telephone call or
write a letter, or in the case of young children, hold them in a particular
pose long enough to have their portraits taken. He had solved a murder,
found missing persons, diagnosed illness and disease, and recommended
cures. He didn't use a crystal ball, playing cards, or ouija board.
Nor did he belong to a temple or arcane spiritual fraternity. He needed
only to close his eyes, as if putting himself to sleep, and after a
short period of quiet and meditation, he was able to help any person
who asked for it. The greater the person's need, and the more sincere
their motivation, the more astonishing the results.
The mere arrival of Cayce at The Hill was enough to provoke Dr. Haggard
to pack his bags and leave. Like many doctors in Hopkinsville and the
surrounding area, he had heard accounts of Cayce's alleged powers and
wanted no part of his "trickery." Dr. Jackson shared his colleague's
skepticism, but as the family's long-time physician, he had seen Cayce
do things that he could not readily explain. Dr. House was also skeptical,
but he also knew Cayce too intimately to believe that trickery was involved.
The Cayces were simple tobacco farmers from the rural hamlet of Beverly,
and Edgar was the least educated and most unassuming of the lot. House
had reluctantly agreed to call Edgar to The Hill only because House's
headstrong wife, Carrie, had insisted he be consulted.
Doctors House and Jackson accompanied Edgar from the parlor into the
master bedroom across the hall. Inside, Edgar took off his jacket and
shoes, removed his tie and collar, and laid himself down on the embroidered
linen bedspread covering the large oak bed. He pulled a down comforter
over his stocking feet, adjusted himself on his back, and then, feet
together, hands across his chest, he laid back in bed and stared at
the ceiling.
More than a minute passed. In a silence broken only by the rain pounding
on the roof and the weak cries of the dying child in the next room,
Edgar's breathing deepened and his eyes closed. "You have before
you the body of Thomas House Jr. of Hopkinsville, Kentucky," Dr.
House said. "Diagnose his illness and recommend a cure."
By all appearances, Edgar was fast asleep - his arms crossed, legs
straight, eyes closed, his breathing slow - but Dr. House knew better.
He had once seen the young photographer go into a trance so deep that
fellow physicians thought he was in a coma. When one of House's colleagues
had jabbed the blade of a knife under one of Cayce's finger-nails and
another had stuck a hypodermic needle into his foot, he had not even
flinched. And yet, the "sleeping" Cayce could answer questions
as if he were wide awake.
Cayce began to speak in his normal voice: a deep, rich baritone with
a distinctly southern accent. At first his words were garbled, almost
a hum, and then, like a phonograph needle that has found the groove
on a record, his voice cleared and his words became well modulated and
easy to understand. "Yes, we have the body and mind of Thomas House
Jr. here," he finally said.
Cayce proceeded to report the infant's temperature, blood pressure,
and other physical and anatomical details of his body organs. He described
the child's condition in such a cool, calm, and detached manner that
an observer would have been left with the impression that he was a physician
describing to fellow colleagues an examination he was in the process
of conducting. In this case, however, the physician had his eyes closed
and his patient was cradled in his mother's arms in the next room. Cayce
appeared to have the ability to see right into his patient's body, to
examine each organ, blood vessel, and artery with microscopic precision.
Doctors House and Jackson listened intently as Cayce described an epileptic
condition that had caused severe infantile spasms, nausea, and vomiting-evidently
the outcome of the child's premature birth-which in turn had been the
result of his mother's poor physical condition during the early months
of her pregnancy. Cayce prescribed a measured dose of belladonna, administered
orally, to be followed by wrapping the infant in a steaming hot poultice
made from the bark of a peach tree. Cayce ended the trance session himself
when he stated, "We are through for the present."
House instructed the "sleeping" Cayce to regain consciousness.
Cayce dutifully followed instructions and awoke, only to find himself
alone in the bedroom. In the two or three minutes it took him to open
his eyes and stretch his arms, the two doctors, deep in discussion,
and agitated by what he had said, left the room and returned to the
parlor.
As unbelievable as the source of the information was, House and Jackson
both agreed that the diagnosis sounded perfectly reasonable. It was
the recommended cure that upset them, for the "sleeping" Cayce
had prescribed an unusually high dose of a toxic form of deadly nightshade.
Even if the peach-tree poultice could somehow leach the poison out of
the infant's system, administering such a large dose of belladonna to
a child as small and weak as Thomas House Jr. was tantamount to murder.
Jackson expressed his sentiments to his colleague and the child's mother
in no uncertain terms: "You'll kill little Tommy for sure,"
he said.
Tommy's father had no choice but to agree. Although homeopathic belladonna
was sometimes used to treat lung and kidney ailments, pure belladonna,
in the form Cayce recommended, was used only in topical ointments and
was certainly not something to spoon into the mouth of a three-month-old-child.
Edgar joined the two doctors in the parlor but couldn't contribute
to the discussion taking place. He had never been able to remember anything
he had said or heard in a trance state, and had little more than a rudimentary
knowledge of medicine or the medical profession in his waking state.
Even so, he grew more and more concerned as he listened to the doctors'
ensuing debate. Until now, his sessions had been an experiment-a way
of seeing if his abilities could help the people who came to him. He
now had to face the grim reality that something he had said in a trance
might result in the death of a family member.
It was the child's mother who made the decision to administer the drug.
Having seen Cayce work miracles in his sleep, she believed that he was
touched by the Divine, that a heavenly spirit spoke through him when
he was in a trance. In previous experiments, she herself had been advised
not to undergo an abdominal surgery recommended by her doctors, which
indeed turned out to be unnecessary.
Cayce had also predicted that she would become pregnant, something
that her husband and two specialists had said was physically impossible.
He also predicted the date of birth and said she would deliver a boy.
And the spiritual message accompanying this information - that God's
love and forgiveness must be foremost in her heart - had inspired her
to minister to the patients at the Hopkinsville asylum. Now, she believed,
God's mercy, love and compassion was reaching out to her. If Edgar Cayce
said that she had to poison her son in order to save his life, then
that was what she was going to do.
Dr. House could not make the same leap of faith. As a highly respected
general practitioner with aspirations to become the county health commissioner,
everything he had seen and heard in the bedroom ran contrary to his
training, experience, and common sense. Although he was aware of the
experiments at The Hill, he hadn't condoned them, nor given them much
credence. He had permitted his wife to participate because she derived
pleasure and comfort from them. He had looked upon Edgar's activities
as entertainment, a mere parlor game. But what he had just seen and
heard in the bedroom a few moments earlier terrified him.
Cayce hadn't spoken in terms that were open for interpretation. Without
physically examining Tommy, Cayce had recited the child's blood pressure
and temperature, figures that House knew to be correct because he and
Jackson had taken them a few minutes before Edgar's arrival at The Hill.
Cayce had also described body organs with the expertise of a skilled
surgeon conducting an autopsy. House didn't dare let himself speculate
why Cayce had used the plural form "we" when conducting his
trance examination, or why he apparently needed to contact little Thomas's
"mind" as well as his "body" before the examination
could proceed.
At his wife's insistence, and despite his very great reservations,
House ultimately agreed to prepare the belladonna. He justified the
decision by saying that his son would surely die anyway if nothing else
was done. He and Dr. Jackson might be able to prolong the infant's life
by a few hours, but they were powerless to keep him alive through the
night. At the very worst, giving little Tommy belladonna would put the
child out of his misery.
Edgar and Lynn Evans went outside to collect the ingredients for the
poultice which had been recommended in the treatment. By the light of
an oil lamp, Edgar climbed a peach tree in the orchard behind the barn.
Using a pen-knife, he skillfully cut the bark from around the youngest
shoots he could reach, then handed them down to Lynn Evans. They took
the bark to the kitchen at the rear of the house where Aunt Kate had
put a kettle on the stove to boil.
Aunt Kate prepared the hot poultice and then carried it into the parlor
where Dr. House had already measured out the belladonna. He dissolved
the white powder into a spoonful of water, and Carrie forced her son
to swallow it. Edgar didn't join the others in the parlor to see what
would happen, because, as he later said, he "couldn't stand the
thought of seeing Tommy House die in his mother's arms."
Medical records do not exist to describe the child's physiological
reaction to the belladonna, or to the steaming hot towels dipped in
peach-tree solution in which the naked child was immediately wrapped.
All that is known is that the crying stopped as soon as the mother spooned
the poison into her child's mouth, and that he fell into his first deep
and uninterrupted sleep since birth.
Thomas House Jr. awoke hours later, drenched in sweat, cheeks pink,
and breathing steadily. He was never to have a convulsion again. No
one at The Hill that night knew who or what force had intervened to
save the child's life. They knew only that their lives, like that of
little Tommy House, had been irrevocably changed. There was no turning
back. The tears in their eyes and the pounding in their hearts told
them that what they had experienced could neither be ignored nor denied.
Edgar Cayce had saved the child's life.
Dr. House had witnessed something that would make it impossible for
him to return to the medical profession as he knew it. Twenty years
later, he would close his practice and dedicate the remainder of his
career to operating a hospital in Virginia Beach, Virginia, which would
be devoted to Edgar Cayce and his healing arts. Carrie House would become
the Cayce hospital's supervising nurse, and an outspoken proponent of
the Divine "message" that she believed was being communicated
through the man to whom the hospital was dedicated. Thomas House Jr.
would grow up and spend his adult life designing and building innovative
medical technology based on Cayce's trance readings, and, at great personal
expense, would frequently drive hundreds of miles to deliver readings
to patients unable to come to Virginia Beach.
Edgar Cayce also had undergone a change: he had once again proven to
himself that good might come from his special talents. He had taken
one of his first apprehensive and faltering steps away from the refuge
of his darkroom and a step closer to the moment he would, as he later
said, "step out into the light" and turn himself over to what
became known simply as "Cayce's work," or "the work."
Foremost among his many challenges would be overcoming the fear and
trepidation he experienced each and every time he went into trance:
never knowing what might happen when he closed his eyes, what he might
say while he was "under," and whether or not he would be able
to open his eyes when the session ended.
In the years ahead, "the work" would become such an integral
part of Edgar Cayce's life that it would be impossible to separate the
man from his trance induced communications. There were times when giving
readings would be his sole source of income, when the readings threatened
to tear his family apart, and when they became all that held them together.
Edgar Cayce would be catapulted to national prominence on the front
page of the New York Times and then vilified by the Chicago Examiner.
He would be championed as a savior and then reviled as an agent of the
Devil. But he would continue giving readings, twice a day, virtually
every day, on topics as diverse as cures for breast cancer and arthritis
to the design of the universe and the purpose of man's existence on
earth. No subject was off-limits.
He would provide trance commentary on Jesus and his disciples, the
role of women in the founding of Christianity, and the secret of the
Sphinx. He would offer insights into how to improve relations between
men and women, the spiritual role that parents play in choosing the
child that will be born to them, and the possible causes of homosexuality.
During his forty-three-year career, which would end on September 17,
1944 - three months before his death-Edgar Cayce gave 14,145 fully documented
readings for 5,744 people. Transcripts of these readings - which vary
in length from several single-spaced typed pages to twenty or more -
and the approximately 170,000 pages of correspondence, diaries, medical
reports, and notes documenting "the work," now comprise what
is the most unusual and voluminous archive that has ever existed on
a practicing psychic.
The only consolation Edgar would have in his long and frequently perilous
journey out of the darkroom was knowing that he had the unqualified
love and support of those closest to him. Despite Gertrude's worry that
her husband was slowly going insane, and might, one day, have to be
put into the Hopkinsville asylum, she would devote her life to conducting
his trance sessions and battling the ever-present financiers and speculators
who sought to use and exploit him. Also accompanying Edgar on this journey
would be Gladys Davis, a dedicated young Alabama stenographer and secretary
who became an indispensable part of "the work" by making verbatim
transcripts of everything Cayce said while in trance, and whose appreciation
and love for the "messenger" as well as his "message"
would raise the level of Edgar's trance readings to that of an art form.
Edgar Cayce's partners through the years included physicians, stock-brokers,
inventors, soldiers, film producers and Texas oil-men. These men would
help build the Cayce Hospital in Virginia Beach and establishing the
first and only university whose faculty underwent psychic scrutiny before
being hired. Despite the fact that these partnerships sometimes ended
in costly and humiliating law suits, they also brought Cayce many hundreds
of grateful recipients of his trance counsel. As his son, Hugh Lynn
Cayce, would say, "Edgar was like an open door into another dimension.
People were attracted to the light."
Master-magician Harry Houdini, having dedicated himself to exposing
the fraudulent practices of hundreds of occult mediums and spiritualists,
failed to debunk or explain the Cayce "phenomena," and neither
did police and FBI agents who launched their own investigation as to
how Edgar Cayce was able to accomplish the seemingly impossible. That
Cayce didn't charge admission to witness his trance sessions, that he
didn't conjure ectoplasm or summon phantom spirits in a darkened room,
presented unique and entirely unfamiliar challenges. That he built no
church, had no disciples, and avoided the lime-light, confounded and
confused them. As novelist and psychic researcher Arthur Conan Doyle
described Cayce: "He was in a class all his own."
From hundreds of pages of sensational documents, and correspondence
that have never before been made public, it is now clear that such luminaries
as Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla had trance readings by Cayce, as did
engineers at RCA, IBM, Delco, and the president and founder of the Goodyear
Tire and Rubber Company. Inventor Mitchell Hastings credited Cayce with
helping him to develop FM radio. NBC founder David Sarnoff and his family
had secret readings. Remarkable technological and electronic designs
provided by Cayce in trance are now used in almost every large hospital
and airport in the world.
Edgar Cayce gave readings for Irving Berlin, George Gershwin, and Gloria
Swanson. Readings were conducted for the concerned mother of Ernest
Hemingway, who consulted Cayce about her son's writing career. Marilyn
Monroe practiced beauty aids that Cayce recommended in trance. Business
leader Nelson Rockefeller and labor organizer George Meany availed themselves
of Cayce's medical advice. Carl Laemmle of Universal Studios, Harry
Goetz of Paramount Pictures, and legendary film pioneer Thomas Ince
studied screenplays dictated during Cayce's trance sessions.
High ranking foreign diplomats and church leaders consulted Cayce,
as did government agents and politicians who sought and obtained trance
readings which they themselves privately conducted and transcribed.
And though the details remain hidden, circumstantial evidence suggests
that Cayce conducted psychic readings for President Woodrow Wilson,
then seeking to make peace in the aftermath of the "war to end
all wars." Cayce predicted the failure of prohibition, the great
stock market crash, the beginning and end of two world wars, the deaths
of two presidents, and made startling assertions about the second-coming
of Christ and the next millennium.
Despite the overwhelming success of his medical readings, and despite
the fact that the recipients of many of these readings were some of
the richest and most influential people in the country, Edgar Cayce
would spend much of his adult life living in poverty, moving from home
to home, constantly under threat of being jailed for fortune telling
or practicing medicine without a license. His readings were often conducted
in makeshift conditions, and sometimes had to be transcribed on sheets
of recycled wrapping paper. At times, he didn't have enough money to
feed his children and had to rely on his friends and in-laws to bail
him out of debt-or even jail.
That Edgar Cayce persevered and continued giving readings for four
decades was perhaps the greatest miracle in his life. And however inseparable
the readings were from the man who gave them, it was not his trance
communications or the good which came from them which endeared him to
family and friends. A humble, kind, gentle, and affectionate man, Edgar
preferred the company of children over and above his many rich and famous
acquaintances. He invented card games to entertain visitors, bottled
his own preserves, and maintained a lively correspondence with a vast
array of people whom he had never met-from child prodigies and bank
presidents to railway conductors and undertakers. Though demands on
his time were so great that appointments sometimes had to be scheduled
months in advance, he rarely missed his weekly Bible study class and
never turned anyone away who was in genuine need.
Like the engine on the locomotive that had brought him to Hopkinsville
to treat Thomas House Jr., a powerful force drove Edgar out of what
might otherwise have been a comfortable and ordinary existence as a
church deacon, photographer, and husband. Exactly where he was going,
and what he would find when he arrived, were questions he hadn't yet
answered on that cold February night-nor had he, in fact, even begun
to ask them.
That his journey would be worthwhile was not in doubt. The life of
Thomas House Jr. was evidence of that. That he had the courage to overcome
his fears, and as he said, "step out into the light," made
his journey all the more remarkable, given how frightening and blinding
the glare of that light could sometimes be. His life became a series
of sometimes joyful, often excruciating steps toward self-discovery,
and although he may have never fully grasped the unimaginable forces
that had chosen him as a messenger, he would one day discover what he
believed to be the real purpose of his work.
As Edgar Cayce, in trance, once said: "There are no shortcuts
to knowledge or wisdom, or understanding...these must be lived and experienced
by each and every soul."
...........
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"EDGAR CAYCE: AN AMERICAN PROPHET"
http://www.spiritsite.com/writing/edgcay/buy.htm
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