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appeared to be right, though it was not unusual for his children to have patches in their clothes and 

Cayce to have holes in his shoes.



One harsh winter, the family was without fuel. The children, huddled in their overcoats, looked up 

from a meager meal, to hear their father calmly asking the good Lord for firewood. A couple of hours 

later, there was a knock at the door. It was a road foreman for the power and light company. His crew 

was ready to cut down an old light pole in front of the house, and for the necessary permission they 

were willing to saw the pole into firewood and stack it on the lawn.




On another occasion, a local grocery store had cut the Cayce family off the credit list—until a bill for 

$87.50 was paid. The harried Mrs. Cayce fretfully asked her husband to think of raising the money 

somehow. "Don't worry about it, Mother," he said calmly, "the money will turn up." And he calmly 

went fishing.



That morning, the postman arrived with a letter. Inside was a check just large enough to cover the bill. 

Mrs. Cayce heaved a grateful sigh. "Now take it over to the grocery! store, Edgar," she enjoined.



"All right, Mother," he said good-naturedly.



An hour later he was back with a new fishing pole and an armful of tackle. Mrs. Cayce looked at him 

with despair in her heart. "Edgar," she said, "you couldn't ...?"




"Don't worry about it, Mother," he said imperturbably "The money will turn up somehow."



At one time, without money to buy family necessities pay his secretary, he was asked to explain why 

he wasn't doing better. The question was put by his wife. "In consideration of the fact that Edgar 

Cayce is devoting his entire to the Work, give the reason for his not being able to obtain sufficient 

financial support for his and his family's mate sustenance, and how may he, Edgar Cayce, correct this 

condition?"



Mrs. Cayce looked up expectantly as Edgar's lips began move: "Live closer to 'Him, who giveth all 

good and perfect gifts, and ask and ye shall receive; knock and it shall be opened unto you. Give and 

it shall be returned fourfold. There has never been the lack of necessities, neither will there be, so long 

as adhering to the Lord's way is kept first and foremost"



The seer's family would have been less than human had they not thrown up their arms. But, as the 

future was to show, Cayce was again prophetic. In every low spot, a door opened and the Lord 

provided.




Contrary to prevailing impression, Cayce was psychic, waking, as well as sleeping. He constantly saw 

fields of lights around people's heads—auras telling him about the state of their emotions and health. 

Once, a woman, fresh from a quarrel with a neighbor, came marching into his study. He kicked up 

mildly from his Bible. "I see a red aura all around you. Come back next week when you're not angry 

any more."






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