Lehal Library

I started to get uneasy, and apologetically left, returning to the physical. Recently, a Catholic priest friend took the trouble to investigate this possibility of past-life monasticism. To my surprise and his delight, there is an obscure monastery near Coshocton. He has offered to take me there for a visit, but time (courage?) has not been available. Perhaps later . . . I could report many more of these experiences without fully describing the scope and dimension of Locale two . There have been visits to a group that appeared to be in uniform, which operated highly technical equipment and identified themselves as the "Target Army" (the mind's interpretation of what was said). There were hundreds, each waiting for "assignments." Their purpose was not disclosed. Another visit took me to a well-organized city, where my presence was immediately construed as hostile. Only by taking evasive action—running, hiding, and finally lifting straight up—was I able to avoid "capture. I do not know what threat I implied to them. In a more direct fashion, the appearance of very aggressive actions tended to confirm again that Locale two is not solely a place of serenity and non-conflict. On another trip, I was accosted by a conventionally dressed man. Warily, I waited to see what he would do. "Do you know or remember Arrosio LeFranco?" He asked the question bluntly. I replied that I did not, still cautious. "I am sure you will remember if you think back," the man said firmly. There was a subtle demanding in his attitude which made me uneasy. I replied that I was sure I did not remember anyone by that name. "Do you know anyone at all down there?" he asked. I had just said that I did not, when I suddenly went limp, and the man grabbed me. He took one of my arms, and I felt someone else take another, and they started to drag me in the direction of what seemed to be three bright spots of lights. I struggled, and finally broke loose when I remembered to use the "go-to-physical" signal. I moved away rapidly, and after a short time was back in the office and into the physical. Evidently—hopefully—I had been mistaken for someone else.