Lehal Library

Still another trip had "human" attributes. I had arrived in no particular place, just a grayness, and was trying to decide what to do when a woman approached me. "I am from the ——— Church, and I am here to help you," she said calmly. She came close, and I immediately sensed the female sexuality but held back as I did not think the ——— Church intended this kind of help. I was wrong. After a bit, I thanked her and turned to see a man standing nearby, watching. He "spoke" in a strong voice, heavy with sarcasm. "Well, now are you ready to learn the secrets of the universe?" I masked my embarrassment by asking who he was. "Albert Mather!" He almost shouted it. I also got the impression that he was calling me by this name. "I hope you're ready," he went on, his voice rising in anger, "because nobody took the trouble to tell me when I was back there." I did not hear the rest. It was as if a roar of static interfered. I moved away, not sure how his anger would vent itself, and returned to the physical uneventfully. In checking, I found no significant historical record of an Albert Mather (long a), who seems to have no relation to the minister Cotton Mather of the eighteenth century. Other experiences in Locale two were more friendly, as indicated elsewhere. In most, there is no discernible pattern as to what attracted me to some of the strange situations. Perhaps this will come eventually. Two unusual recurring conditions must be added to the coverage of this area. A number of times, the motion of travel, which is usually rapid and smooth, has been interrupted by what feels like a violent, hurricanelike gust in the spatiality through which one moves. It is as if you are being blown away by this uncontrolled force, tossed haphazardly around, end over end, like a leaf in a gale. It is impossible to move against this torrent or do anything but let it carry you. Finally, you are tossed near the edge of the current, and you drop out, unharmed. There is nothing to identify it, but it feels natural rather than artificially created. The second condition is the sign in the sky. I observed this on five or six occasions when escorted by the "Helpers." It is an incredible series of crude symbols strung in an arc directly across one section of Locale two . When