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After all, back when she owned two nudist camps, and PLAYBOY magazine wanted to do an article on them, she was the first full frontal nude to appear with the magazine (the picture was in black-and-white, though, and that WAS the time when decency squads still ruled.) Zelda again loaned me the money for this second trip. Later that night, I called up Martin Ebon. "I’m going to SRI again." He was thrilled. "I want to know if you can tell me why SRI is sponsoring this kind of thing?" "The Soviets, of course." "But surely not because of all that superficial public stuff in PSYCHIC SECRETS BEHIND THE IRON CURTAIN." "No," Martin replied. "OK, how big is the secret work?" "Big." "OK, can we meet for lunch tomorrow or so?" "Tomorrow. Come to my office and we’ll go to lunch." I then called Shafia Karagulla in Los Angeles. "I’m going to SRI again, and I need to talk to you." "Enough said over the telephone," she whispered. "Can you come down to me?" "Yes, I’ll arrange it somehow." "Don’t tell anyone." "OK." I then went to bed -- and put a pillow over my head. But the weather was too hot. So I threw it on the floor -- and, believe it or not, prayed for guidance.