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Just after Christmas, 1938, the fourth book, Across the Unknown, was 
finished and the manuscript shipped to its publisher. Here there was no 

attempt to conceal the identity of Betty. Indeed, the flood of 
enthusiastic and demanding letters that increased rather than diminished 
month after month following publication of The Betty Book had at last 

convinced us of the truth of what the Invisibles had told us repeatedly, 
from the very beginning:

"The MESSAGE is what is important...the MESSAGE and THE FACT THAT WE ARE 
ABLE TO GIVE IT: not you."


Thus it was that communication with the Invisibles, disincarnate 

earth-entities, had been of daily occurrence in Betty's and my home. I 
had taken down in my own brand of "shorthand," and then typed for record 
purposes, several thousand single-spaced pages of teachings so received. 

From these several thousand pages, containing well over a million words, 
I had written my four books acclaiming the intellectual reasonableness of 

the continuity of life--the going forward of the individual I-Am after 
natural death.

And then, very soon after the last proofs had received the author's 
corrections, Betty died. What happened out on the hillside under the 
trees that April night I have told elsewhere. That record still stands. 

While Across the Unknown was actually in press, I added one short chapter 
entitled "I Bear Witness." I repeat a portion of it here because I can 
tell it no better:

"You know the cozy, intimate feeling of companionship you get sometimes 
when you are in the same room; perhaps each reading a book; not speaking; 

not even looking at one another. It is tenuous, an evanescent thing--one 
that we too often fail to savor and appreciate. Sometimes, in fact, it 
takes an evening or two of empty solitude to make us realize how 

substantial and important it really is.

"Then, on the other hand, you know how you draw closer by means of things 

you do together. And still more through talk and such mental 
interchanges. And most of all, perhaps, in the various physical 
relationships of love and marriage.

"Now when you stop to think of it, all these latter material contacts, 
right through the whole of life, are at root and in essence aimed at 

really just one thing: that rare inner feeling of companionship suggested 
feebly in the sitting-by-the-fire idea. That is what we REALLY are 
groping for in all friendly and loving human relations, hampered by the 

fact that we are different people more or less muffled from each other by 
the barriers of encasement in the body.

"Well, within a very few minutes that: companionship flooded through my 
whole being from Betty, but in an intensity and purity of which I had 

previously had no conception. It was the same thing, but a hundred, a 
thousand times stronger. And I realized that it more than compensated for 
the little fact that she had stepped across, because it was the thing 

that all our physical activities together had striven for, but--compared 
with this--had gained only dimly and in part. Why not? Actually it was 
doing perfectly what all these other things had only groped for. So what 

use the other things? and why should I miss them?

"Does this sound fantastic? Maybe; but it is as real and solid as the 

chair I am sitting on. So much so that I have never in my life been so


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