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ing castor oil packs, as you'll see as you follow my adven- 

tures through the pages of this book. It has truly been an 
amazing journey for me through this environment we call 

the earth plane.

My most vivid memory of one part of the Bible—the 23rd 
Psalm—has me standing with my portable tape recorder in 

the very center of the Greek theater located just a stone's 
throw from the spot where Aesculapius is said to have had 

his temple of sleeping and dreaming; where legend says 

that those who suffered with a diversity of illnesses came, 
slept, dreamed, and—in their sleep and dreaming—they 

were healed. I was standing there, surrounded by the ghosts 

of memories, listening to and recording the voice of Hugh 
Lynn Cayce, the son of Edgar Cayce, as he stood in the high- 

est row of seats in this acoustically near-perfect theater, 

whispering the words of his favorite psalm.
The latter portion seems especially significant here: 

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine 
enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth 

over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days 

of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever." 
(v. 5-6) Jesus was called the Christ, the Anointed One, for 

the Christ means "anointed." The mind of humanity 

through the centuries, apparently, has known that oil is nec- 
essary for anointing, though one cannot easily say why. One 

type of union with God, certainly, is symbolized by the 

anointing with oil. Is this perhaps a healing of another por- 
tion of ourselves?

To my mind, this is not unlikely for my experience has 
taught me that the greatest mystery in the universe is not 

outer space; it is not what might be found in the depths of 

the earth; but rather it is in the innermost parts of the hu- 
man being, you or me, the entity, the soul that God created 

in the beginning and made in His image as a spiritual be- 



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