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ground with the alive inside screaming in agony. Only she, and I believe a brother, escaped this abysmal genocide. She was born with a foot deformity that made her undesirable for marriage. She had been captured, tortured, beaten and tossed in a tub of water in an effort to try to drown her -- an activity that left her with occasional lung problems. She had become a brilliant neuropsychiatrist. Open evidence of her brilliance consisted of the invitation to join the famous brain researcher, Dr. Wilder Penfield. And it was this woman, with all her impressive credentials, that had decided to focus on higher sense perception -- and to hell with what the rest of the world thought of it one way or another. And it was this woman I was finally going to meet at the Tiller’s place in Menlo Park, California. Chapter 41 DINNER AT THE TILLER’S, 8 JUNE 1972 I didn’t know Bill Tiller very well, having just briefly talked with him in New York, and I’ll treat him more in depth later on.