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development of my "wild talent." I was both curious and objective. It was the
first such opportunity. I was sure that Doctor Gordon would not mind—if he did
continue to exist.
Not knowing about such things, I decided he would probably need some rest
before I interfered with whatever he was doing. Also, I needed to summon up
some additional courage on my own. This was an experiment I had not tried
before. It might be truly dangerous.
Then, on a Saturday afternoon, I made the attempt. It took about an hour to
get into the vibrational state, and I finally swung up out of the body mentally
yelling, I want to see Doctor Gordon!
After a moment, I started to move rapidly upward, and soon all I could see
was a blur of motion and feel what seemed like a rush of very thin air. Also, I
felt a hand under my left elbow. Somebody was helping me get there.
After what seemed an endless journey, I suddenly stopped (or was halted). I
was standing, somewhat dazed, in a large room. My impression was that it
was an institution of some kind. The hand under my elbow moved me to an
open doorway, and stopped me just inside the door, where I could look into
the adjoining room. A male voice spoke almost directly into my left ear.
"If you stand right here, the doctor will see you in a minute."
I nodded agreement, and stood there waiting. A group of men were in the
room. Three or four were listening to a young man about twenty-two who was
excitedly relating something to them, complete with gestures.
I did not see Doctor Gordon, and kept expecting him to appear at any moment.
The more I waited, the warmer I seemed to feel. Finally, I became so hot that
I was extremely uncomfortable. I did not know what was causing me to feel so
hot, and I wasn't sure I could stand it much longer. It actually felt as if
streams of perspiration were running down my face. I knew that I could not
stay much longer; I could not take the heat. If Doctor Gordon did not appear soon, I
would have to go back without seeing him.
I turned and looked again at the group of men, thinking that perhaps I should
ask them about Doctor Gordon. At just that moment, the short, thin young man
with the big shock of hair stopped in the middle of his conversation, and
looked at me intently for a moment. After the simple short glance, he turned
back to the other men and continued his animated discussion,
The heat became unbearable, and I decided I had to leave. I could not wait for
Doctor Gordon. Using a motion I had learned, I moved quickly upward and away
first such opportunity. I was sure that Doctor Gordon would not mind—if he did
continue to exist.
Not knowing about such things, I decided he would probably need some rest
before I interfered with whatever he was doing. Also, I needed to summon up
some additional courage on my own. This was an experiment I had not tried
before. It might be truly dangerous.
Then, on a Saturday afternoon, I made the attempt. It took about an hour to
get into the vibrational state, and I finally swung up out of the body mentally
yelling, I want to see Doctor Gordon!
After a moment, I started to move rapidly upward, and soon all I could see
was a blur of motion and feel what seemed like a rush of very thin air. Also, I
felt a hand under my left elbow. Somebody was helping me get there.
After what seemed an endless journey, I suddenly stopped (or was halted). I
was standing, somewhat dazed, in a large room. My impression was that it
was an institution of some kind. The hand under my elbow moved me to an
open doorway, and stopped me just inside the door, where I could look into
the adjoining room. A male voice spoke almost directly into my left ear.
"If you stand right here, the doctor will see you in a minute."
I nodded agreement, and stood there waiting. A group of men were in the
room. Three or four were listening to a young man about twenty-two who was
excitedly relating something to them, complete with gestures.
I did not see Doctor Gordon, and kept expecting him to appear at any moment.
The more I waited, the warmer I seemed to feel. Finally, I became so hot that
I was extremely uncomfortable. I did not know what was causing me to feel so
hot, and I wasn't sure I could stand it much longer. It actually felt as if
streams of perspiration were running down my face. I knew that I could not
stay much longer; I could not take the heat. If Doctor Gordon did not appear soon, I
would have to go back without seeing him.
I turned and looked again at the group of men, thinking that perhaps I should
ask them about Doctor Gordon. At just that moment, the short, thin young man
with the big shock of hair stopped in the middle of his conversation, and
looked at me intently for a moment. After the simple short glance, he turned
back to the other men and continued his animated discussion,
The heat became unbearable, and I decided I had to leave. I could not wait for
Doctor Gordon. Using a motion I had learned, I moved quickly upward and away
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