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As an example which can hardly be suspect, and which has about it a charming air of innocence, here is a story told, in his Astral Projection, by Mr. Oliver Fox, himself a painstaking projectionist, and, in England, the earliest writer on the subject. In 1905 he had a girl friend, whom he introduces to us as Elsie, who strongly disapproved of his projectional experiments. She felt that it was wicked, and that God would be seriously angry with him if he persisted. He chaffed her about her ignorance, alleging that she did not even know the meaning of the word. "Yes, I do!" she retorted. "I know more than you think. I could go to you tonight if I wanted to." "Whereat," says Mr. Fox, "I laughed rudely and immoderately; for she knew no more of occultism, theoretical or practical, than I of needlework. Elsie, small blame to her, lost her temper." "Very well," she exclaimed, "I'll prove it. It's wicked, but I don't care. I'll come to your room tonight and you shall see me there." "All right," I replied, not in the least impressed; "come if you can!" Mr. Fox, a little later, walked to his home, about a mile away, worked hard on an approaching exam, and went to bed late and very tired. "Some time in the night," he continues, "while it was still dark, I woke — but it was the False Awakening. I could hear the clock ticking, and dimly see the objects in the room. I lay on the left side of my double-bed, with tingling nerves, waiting. Something was going to happen. But what? Even then I did not think of Elsie. "Suddenly there appeared a large, egg-shaped cloud of