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nudge gently those who were in favor of continued experiments. When it came to the dive into the cold, strange waters, let someone else do it And in many ways, I do not blame them. If presented to me twelve years ago, I doubt that I would have volunteered. Why did the group bother to assemble? Curiosity, perhaps. Or again, it may have been some of the evidential material that had been accumulated, I hope the latter. Here are some of the key reports from the notes, which aroused their interest. 9/10/58 Afternoon Again, I floated upward, with the intent of visiting Doctor Bradshaw and his wife. Realizing that Doctor Bradshaw was ill in bed with a cold, I thought I would visit him in the bedroom, which was a room I had not seen in his house and if I could describe it later, could thus document my visit. Again came the turning in air, the dive into the tunnel, and this time the sensation of going uphill (Doctor and Mrs, Bradshaw live in a house some five miles from my office, up a hill). I was over trees and there was a light sky above. Momentarily, I saw (in the sky?) a figure of a rounded human form, seemingly dressed in robes and a headpiece on his head (an oriental concept remains), sitting, arms in lap, perhaps cross-legged a la Buddha; then it faded. I do not know the meaning of this. After a while, the uphill travel became difficult, and I had the feeling that the energy was leaving, and I felt I would not make it. With this thought, an amazing thing happened. It felt precisely as if someone had placed a hand under each arm and lifted me. I felt a surge of lifting power, and I rushed quickly up the hill. Then I came upon Doctor and Mrs. Bradshow. They were outside the house, and for a moment I was confused, as I had reached them before I got to the house. I did not understand this because Doctor Bradshaw was supposed to be in bed. Doctor Bradshaw was dressed in light overcoat and hat, his wife in a dark coat and all dark clothes. They were coming toward me, so I stopped. They seemed in good spirits, and walked past me unseeing, in the direction of a smaller building, like a garage, Brad trailing behind as they walked. I floated around in front of them, waving, trying to get their attention without result. Then without turning his head, I thought I heard Doctor Bradshaw say to me, "Well, I see you do not need help any more." Thinking I had made contact, I dove back into the ground (?), and returned to the office, rotated into the body and opened my eyes. Everything was just as I had left it. The vibration was still present, but I felt I had enough for one day. Important aftermath: We phoned Doctor and Mrs, Bradshaw that evening. I made no statement other than to ask where they were between four and five that