13 - At Last,
Just as man has gazed fascinated into the sea, atavistically peering
into his past, so has he engaged in a restless quest for Atlantis.
In the ocean, said naturalist Rachel Carson, he found from whence he
had sprung, and in Atlantis, a dream of a superior culture,
prefacing the brief few thousand years of recorded history with
which he measures his meager progress.
Since Plato first described the Lost Continent of the Atlantic
twenty-five hundred years ago, more than two thousand books have
been written about a legendary land that nobody has seen. There have
been books to prove Atlantis, books to disprove it. Some have been
by erudite scientists, others by dreamers in search of a Shangri-La.
While oceanographers, geologists, and ordinary sea-divers have been
fanning out over the Atlantic for centuries in the underwater quest,
Edgar Cayce merely went to sleep, and saw visions of a magic
continent which went through three periods of breakup, the last some
eleven or twelve thousand years ago.
Waking, Cayce didn’t know anything about lost continents and when
his first mention of Atlantis was called to his attention, he rubbed
his eyes and said in that gentle way of his,
“Now I wonder where
that came from, and if there’s anything to it?”
At various times, Cayce’s Atlantis, just like
boasted a technical culture, which eventually deteriorated to a
point where the last denizens were victims of their own
destructiveness. Cayce’s readings on Atlantis, continuing for a span
of twenty years, were given before the first atom bomb was touched
off, before it was known that man finally did have the power to
blast himself back to the Dark Ages, or turn the clock back to the
Stone Age and life in a cave by bleak campfire.
Could it be that it
had all happened before?
“If we believe in evolution,” the Geologist pointed out, “then we
must believe in some sort of superior society existing before our
skimpy recorded history, since obviously we haven’t come very far
since the time of Moses, Plato, Aristotle, or Christ.”
There was an anthropological gap, from about seven thousand to
thirty thousand years ago, when anything could have been possible
for all we know. Whole cities and successions of cities had been
buried before, as many different layers of Troy revealed—so why not
a whole country or continent? From magnetic grains, from fossil
remains, from layers of earth crust, we know the earth goes back
millions of years, and yet we have no certain knowledge of what
happened only yesterday, geologically.
Had some cataclysm,
destroying most or nearly all of humanity, also destroyed the
records of that humanity?
And could it not happen again, at
presumably any time, now that man had the weapons of his own
destruction at hand?
Or perhaps the tilt of the global axis, sending
billions of tons of melting glacial ice down on us from the Pole,
Cayce’s and Plato’s Atlantis corresponded in many
details, though Cayce had never read the two dialogues, in which the
greatest mind of antiquity passed on the story of the island empire
beyond the Pillars of Hercules.
Cayce had seen three periods of destruction, the first two about
15,600 B.C., when the mainland was divided into islands, and the
last about 10,000 B.C., when a group of three large islands, along
with some lesser, were swallowed up overnight, as Plato had
suggested. Though the precise outlines of Atlantis, before its
breakup into the islands mentioned by Plato, were never given in a
Cayce reading, he indicated that it extended from what is now the
Sargasso Sea area in the west to the Azores in the east, and
compared its size to “that of Europe, including Asia in Europe; not
Asia, but Asia in Europe.”
Before the last holocaust, waves of Atlanteans had, according to
Cayce, dispersed in all directions, accounting for the superior, and
often strangely familiar cultures, in such diverse areas as Egypt,
Peru, Mexico, Central America, and in our New Mexico and Colorado,
where they presumably became a colony of mound-dwellers.
Before the final breakup, which centered near the Bahamas, the
culture of this superior people, eroded by greed and lust, had
disintegrated to a point, Cayce said, where their destruction, like
that of Sodom and Gomorrah after them, was inevitable.
Cayce even gives us a picture of the destruction, which Plato
“With the continued disregard of those that were keeping
all those laws as applicable to the Sons of God, man brought in the
destructive forces that combined with those natural resources of the
gases, of the electrical forces, that made the first of the
eruptions that awoke from the depth of the slow-cooling earth, and
that portion now near what would be termed the Sargasso Sea first
went into the depths.”
Cayce says cryptically that archives dealing
with the existence of Atlantis, concealed in three areas of the
world, will eventually be revealed: one of these areas is
where the ancient Egyptian priests assured the Greek lawmaker Solon,
the source of the Plato tale, that they had the account fully
Of course, since Plato’s story has been discounted through the
centuries, even his reference to a continent—clearly North
America—beyond the Atlantean islands being disregarded as part of an
allegorical myth, it is hardly likely that the same breed of
historians and scientists would heed an unlettered clairvoyant
dipping into his subconscious to elaborate on one of the most
engrossing tales ever told.
Even the Geologist, gradually committed to Cayce and his wonders,
found it hard to swallow Atlantis at first. But after delving into
the scientific research of others, he began his own research, taking
him at one point to the waters around Bimini, where Cayce forecast
that the first of the sunken remnants of Atlantis would dramatically
reappear. As the Geologist investigated, the scientific evidence
began piling up.
If Cayce was right in his clairvoyant medical cures, why shouldn’t
he be right about other things? The information was certainly coming
out of the same bottle, so to speak. Cayce had observed that the
lowlands of the Continent of Atlantis, before this presumed breakup
into islands, paralleled the present Atlantic seaboard, and the
Geologist pointed out that ocean troughs parallel to New England,
seventy to a hundred miles at sea, showed from their ancient
sedimentation that they had once been above surface.
And what of the
mid-Atlantic submarine ridge, spectacularly rising in spots, as it
may once have dropped?
“Sedimentary material from a depth of two
miles on the ridge, revealed the exclusive presence of fresh water
plants,” the Geologist noted, “evidence that this section of the
ridge was once above sea level.”
Curiously, as recently as 1966, there was some confirmation of a
gently sloping plane extending into the North Atlantic, and
scientists at the Oceanographic Institute at Woods Hole,
Massachusetts, theorized it was a likely abode of the earliest
humans in this continental area some twenty thousand years ago.
However, oriented as they were, they visualized this slope as
easternmost North America, not westernmost Atlantis.
To some, the Azores, eight hundred miles due west of Portugal,
represent the eastern marches of the last of the Atlantean islands.
And they have been acting up lately, just as their counterparts may
have once before.
Recent activity in the nine islands of the Azores is a striking
reflection of the instability that may have dropped Atlantis in the
Atlantic thousands of years ago. Quiet for centuries, the Azores
began erupting in 1957, curiously close to the year 1958, which
Cayce saw as the forty-year beginning of large-scale breakups around
As perhaps with Atlantis, the 1957 quakes and volcanic eruptions
created migratory waves, as they broke up islands and destroyed
thousands of homes. In February of 1964, there was another four days
of nightmare quakes, and thousands of refugees fled the isle of Sao
Jorge, hard hit by a thousand tremors.
The ‘57 quake recalled early scenes described by Cayce. The
Geologist picked up a report by one of the refugees, Bernadette
Vieira, who with her family fled Sao Jorge and settled in Santa
Bernadette’s experience was most graphic:
“She ran screaming down
the village street as a volcanic island arose from the sea between
Sao Jorge and nearby Fayal Island.“
On that day the earth shook, and
stone-walled houses toppled. Hundreds of persons were killed. Hot
ashes fell like rain. Crops were ruined, and livestock was killed.
“The volcanic island sank back into the sea as quickly as it had
In the ‘64 quake, panicky residents feared the tremors might
activate two dormant volcanoes on either tip of Sao Jorge.
ground is trembling almost continuously,” a Portuguese news agency
reported, “the people of Sao Jorge feel like shipwrecks on a raft.”
In one community of thousands, only three houses were left standing.
Telephone and telegraph communications were cut. The air smoldered
with sulphur fumes. A hastily assembled flotilla carried doctors,
ambulances and blood plasma to the stricken island in response to
“Important damages. Many ruins. Request all navigation available in
proximity proceed southern coast this island render assistance.”
There was more:
“If the volcanoes erupt,” the Geologist read aloud,
“they could split the island and cause it to crumple into the sea.”
The Geologist brought out a map, showing how the Azores archipelago,
strangely scattered in mid-ocean, stretched for four hundred miles,
with its chain of craggy coastlines, volcanic mountains,
crystal-clear crater lakes and lush subtropical vegetation. Whatever
a mainland had in fresh water, fauna and flora, these islands
surrounded by seawater, also had, plus a legacy of volcanic
“Could it really be,” I asked, dubiously pointing to the loop of
rocky isles, “that this was once Atlantis?”
The Geologist shrugged.
“Why not? What’s left is due west of the
Pillars of Hercules, where Plato fixed the original islands.
Geologically, where any phenomenon occurs in the present, it also
occurred in the past, as part of normal evolutionary change. All
that had to vary was the degree of change. Instability is an obvious
feature of that area.”
The Azores have caught the fancy of even the Russians.
the Geologist pointed out, “a leading Russian geologist, Dr. Maria Klionova, reported to the Academy of Science of the USSR that rocks
had been dredged up from depths of 6600 feet, sixty miles north of
the Azores, which gave evidence of having been exposed to the
atmosphere at approximately 15,000 B.C. — just about the time Cayce
fixed for the breakup of the Atlantean mainland.”
Similar evidence had turned up long before.
“In 1898,” the Geologist
said solemnly, “the crew of a ship laying underwater cable near the
Azores was grappling for a line in water two miles deep. As the
grappling hooks scraped the ocean bottom, they turned up unfamiliar
particles of lava, which from its peculiar glassy structure could
only have solidified in the open air.”
Reflecting the instability of
the ocean bed in this area, a British freighter reported sighting a
steaming volcanic island just south of the Azores before the turn of
the century, but the island had disappeared before geologists could
get back to it.
On a smaller scale than Atlantis, land has
dramatically vanished in various parts of the world.
“In 1883,” the
Geologist noted, “the island of Krakatoa, near Sumatra, blew up with
a loss of thousands of lives. In 1916, Falcon Island, east of
Australia, disappeared without a trace, reappeared in 1923, then
disappeared in 1949.”
The floor of the ocean often rears up violently.
“After a 1960
earthquake had leveled the Moroccan town of Agadir,” the Geologist
noted, “soundings revealed that nine miles offshore the sea bottom
had buckled up 3300 feet in one great convulsive thrust.”
1923 the Western Union Company, searching for a displaced cable,
discovered that the Atlantic floor had risen two miles at one point
since the last soundings twenty-five years before.
Cayce’s Atlantis broke up into five islands, the three largest being
Poseidia, Aryan, and Og. His most striking prediction concerned
Poseidia. For in June 1940, as noted by the Geologist, he made a
forecast that should soon materialize, if he was clairvoyantly on
“And Poseidia,” he said, “will be among the first portions
of Atlantis to rise again. Expect it in sixty-eight and sixty-nine
[’68 and ‘69]. Not so far away.”
And where to expect it? The Geologist had the clue in still another
“There are some protruding portions that must have at
one time or another been a portion of this great Atlantean continent
The British West Indies or the Bahamas, and a portion of the same
that may be seen in the present, if a geological survey would be
made, notably in the Gulf Stream through this vicinity, these
[portions] may yet be determined.”
Eagerly the Geologist combed through scientific literature on the
geology beneath the Gulf Stream. Rather wide-eyed, he read of a
submerged stream valley 2400 feet below the waves between Florida
and the Bahamas, of giant sinkholes submerged six hundred to nine
hundred feet off the tip of Florida, of mysterious bumps picked up
by depth sounders in the Straits of Florida. The bumps appeared
about the size of homes; only these “houses,” if they may be called
that, are two thousand feet below on the ocean floor.
appeared to be getting ready for Atlantis.
“Before Cayce’s death in 1945,” the Geologist said, “the scientific
assumption was that the ocean basins were huge bathtubs into which
detritus [debris from disintegrating rock] was sluiced for many
eons. However, through a new instrument, a sub-bottom depth
profiler, it has been discovered that in great areas, the
accumulation of sediment is remarkably small, especially on portions
of the ridges, as would happen if there had been continents very
recently where the ocean floor is now.”
Current research confirms
relatively recent sinkings of large land areas near Florida and the
Bahamas. The National Fisherman featured an article, “Huge Sunken
Piece of Florida Identified South of the Keys,” referring to a 1300
square mile plateau submerged south of the Florida Keys. Geologist
L.S. Kornicker described a submerged chain of islands and lagoonal
basin ten miles south of Bimini in the Bahamas, at depths of forty
to fifty feet
Whatever happened occurred at the approximate time of
the Atlantis debacle.
“Kornicker suggests,” the Geologist said in a
bemused voice, “that the features of the submerged area were formed
eight thousand or more years ago when sea-level was about
forty-eight feet below its present level.”
With some excitement the Geologist stumbled upon an obscure Cayce
reading discussing how the Atlanteans constructed giant laser-like
crystals for power plants.
“The records of the manners of the
construction of same,” he read, “are in the sunken portions of
Atlantis, where a portion of the temples may yet be discovered,
under the slime of ages of seawater, near what is known as Bimini,
off the coast of Florida.”
Columbus reading about the continent beyond the Pillars of Hercules
could not have been more excited than the Geologist reading about Bimini, presumably a residual of the western perimeter of Atlantis.
There was no rest now, until the Geologist could organize an
underwater party to make soundings off Bimini. After extensive
preparation, he found himself flying sixty miles due east from Miami
to Bimini. The pilot of his seaplane, learning of the mission,
excitedly told him of large clumps of rock visible on his daily run
at a certain angle.
From the pilot, the expedition got the general location of two of
the more conspicuous clumps. Scuba diving in the crystal, azure-blue
waters north of Bimini they came upon a scattered pile of
limeen-crusted granite boulders, each about five to fifteen tons.
Their spirits soared, but they fell again. The rocks were rough-hewn
and looked as though they had come from a quarry. And they had. A
ship carrying granite ballast had been driven on the shoals and
wrecked thirty years before. But our scientists weren’t that easily
They changed course, tacking in thirty-five-foot depths
southeast of Bimini, and after two fruitless days, they saw on its
side in the coral sea a beautiful round white pillar about sixteen
feet long. Could this be one of the pillars of the sunken temples of
Atlantis, suddenly exposed in relatively shallow water by an upward
thrust of the seafloor? Examination of a pillar fragment revealed
that it was of purest marble. But it still could have been washed
off the hulk of a battered freighter.
The Geologist realized—reluctantly—that it would take another
expedition, armed with heavy salvage equipment, to raise the column
and determine its origin. Still, the party made a number of
depth-borings, which the Geologist tantalizingly refuses to discuss
until their message can be clarified, perhaps in the very near
future, when Poseidia, or some part of it, would rise again—Cayceites
hoped. Meanwhile, what evidence was there that a highly civilized
man lived from 7500 to 30,000 years ago, dispersing over wide areas
from a central base?
In the Pueblo Valley, southeast of Mexico City,
the Mexican anthropologist Juan Armenia Camacho turned up pieces of
bone decorated with carved figures, estimated at thirty thousand
“These bits of bone,” the Geologist stressed, “indicate that
civilized man was in the New World much before anybody believed,
except for Cayce, who put the flesh where Camacho put the bones.”
Mexico is alive with a tradition of age-old visitations by a gifted
people from the East; this led the pyramid-building Aztecs to be on
the lookout for a returning White God, and made them vulnerable to
the blandishments of Spanish Conquistador Hernando Cortez and his
rapacious horde. Almost every native group in Central and North
America have inherited stories of ancient floods, with formidable
landing parties arriving from the East.
In Mexican lore, the
Geologist pointed out,
“there is a record of an early landing from a
land called Aztlan, apparently an ancient variation of Atlantis. The
Mayan Book of Chilan Balam, a record of this advanced culture, gives
a detailed account of a great catastrophe to the East.
The Delaware, Sioux, and Iroquois tribes have a legacy of a great
flood, and the almost extinct Mandan Indian of Missouri held special
memorial services about a great war canoe, symbolizing the ark which
traditionally brought their forebears from the East during a Great
The press was always from the East.
Geologist said, “none of these visitors or invaders were from the
West, always the East, always the Atlantic.”
He looked over at me
“Have you heard of the Welsh legend in which a small
bird rides on the back of a larger one as it attains great height,
and then flies higher when the larger bird becomes tired?”
“Well, the Iroquois have exactly the same folk tale.”
The Geologist had assembled many indications of a central source of
civilization on both sides of the Atlantic—and Atlantis.
know about the great pyramids of Egypt,” he said, “but how many know
that the archeologists have been digging up even more extensive
pyramids of similar design in Mexico?”
He plucked from his bulging files a commentary of ancient
civilizations in the Americas, from the New York Times in December
1961, author William Luce noting:
“Thirty-two miles from Mexico City
is an archeological site so old that even the Aztecs knew virtually
nothing about it. This is
Teotihuacan, the site of the Pyramid of
the Sun. A ruin five hundred years before the arrival of Cortez, the
pyramid has been reconstructed into a structure as tall as a
twenty-story skyscraper. The 216-foot climb to its top is a fine way
to end a tour of ancient Mexico. ... Never excelled in Mexico as
architects and engineers, the Teotihuacans also were master
sculptors and painters.”
The author posed the great enigma.
ruins raise as many questions as they answer. Who the people were
who built them, where they came from, why they built them and what
happened to them are questions that will be luring scholars and
tourists for some time.”
The Geologist had marshaled his evidence.
On both sides of the Atlantic were almost identical calendars more
accurate than those developed in Europe for hundreds of years.
accuracy of the mathematical calculations, as reflected in both the
architecture and astronomy,” the Geologist pointed out, “was equally
remarkable in both Egypt and the early Mayan civilizations.”
Yucatan, in southern Mexico, in Peru, were landmarks of a culture
that was old when the conquering Spaniards arrived.
“Pizarro and his
men found two thousand miles of well-paved road in Peru, along which
were dotted remains of many fine hotels. Where did they come from?”
There was an amazing similarity of place names; for example, names
of five cities in Asia Minor about the time of Christ, and five
cities in Central America:
The Geologist frowned as I compared the brief lists.
thing to remember, is that the New World communities were already
named when the first European explorers arrived.”
In studying the
Cayce readings, the Geologist saw nothing about Atlantis
inconsistent with what had been adduced from the ocean floor, common
artifacts on both sides of the Atlantic, and the Plato account.
“According to Cayce, Atlantis was one of the oldest land areas, also
one of the places where man first made his appearance.
The early continent occupied the greater part of what is now the
North Atlantic, and our present Eastern seaboard was then the
Coastal region, as were parts of Europe. At the time when the poles
Lemuria in the Pacific was submerged, the Atlanteans
were achieving great technological advances.
Several thousand years
later, misuse of the laws of natural power caused a stupendous
upheaval that split the continent into five islands. The major Atlantean mass plunged into the Sargasso Sea in this first
cataclysm. The remaining populace continued to deteriorate until,
finally, eleven thousand years ago or so, Nature seemed to rebel at
the iniquity, and the remaining islands were swallowed up in the
last of the giant cataclysms.”
Cayce mentioned Atlantis originally in November
1923, in an early
life reading originally dealing with a previous incarnation.
this,” he said, “the entity was in that fair country of Alta, or Poseidia proper, then this entity [the subject] was in that force
that brought the highest civilization and knowledge that has been
known to the earth’s plane. This, we find, was nearly ten thousand
years before the Prince of Peace came.”
Cayce’s description of the last breakup differed from Plato’s in the
implication of what the large-scale mass movements were all about.
Plato’s source saw the Atlantean migration as part of a great
invasion, repulsed by an Athenean military that could hardly have
coped with a major power. More plausibly, the Cayce version implies
that the Greeks drove off a group of stragglers, just one of the
many homeless contingents island-hopping their way to new homes.
first wave of migration, in the second breakup, may explain
Basques, a hardy race of unknown origin, and unrelated language,
living in the mountain fastnesses of northern Spain.
said Cayce, “came the first egress of peoples to that of the
It was so long ago that all connections with a motherland
were gradually eradicated.
“Later, we find the peoples who enter
into the black, or the mixed peoples, in what later became the
Egyptian dynasty, also those peoples that later became the beginning
of the Inca, that built the wall across the mountains, and with the
same those of the mound-dwellers.”
Into agrarian Egypt, the newcomers may have carried the arts of
medicine, embalming and architecture, and fanning out in the
opposite direction, carried the fruits of their culture to Central
America and Peru, where the early natives, like the first known
Egyptians, mummified their dead.
The first Atlantean disturbances or
upheavals came twenty-eight thousand years ago, but not till 17,600
B.P. (Before Present) was the continent actually broken up.
would be considered one large continent,” Cayce said, “until the
first eruptions brought those changes, producing more of the nature
of large islands, with the intervening canals or ravines, gulfs,
bays, or streams.”
Structurally speaking, it wouldn’t have taken
much to change the face of the Atlantic. Only a slight warping of
the earth’s crust—barely one-eight thousandth of its diameter— could
have caused large portions of the ocean floor to rock to the
surface, while larger portions sank. The upheaval affecting the
continental land mass was visualized as the unhappy result of a
merger of destructive man-made forces with those of nature, as might
happen if a powerful nuclear bomb were to upset the equilibrium of
the earth in the area of a major fault. By current standards, it
must have been indeed an advanced civilization that could blow
If one is to believe Cayce, the misuse of solar energy brought about
the debacle. And there is evidence, the Geologist reported, to
support the idea that man was sufficiently advanced technically to
utilize the etheric or cosmic rays of the sun as a primary source of
“Very ancient maps of Greenland and Antarctica have been
found, showing these areas in an unglaciated state,” the Geologist
pointed out, “and the experts think that ancient cartographers, from
the subtle rise and fall of its mountain topography, might have
mapped the area from the air.”
As a factor in harnessing the power
of the sun, Cayce mentioned a firestone whose magical power
apparently resembles the laser beam, which was not produced for some
thirty years after the Cayce reference. The sleeping Cayce’s
description of the stone reminded the Geologist of the power
generated by filtering the rays of the sun through the ruby.
concept would have been dismissed as fanciful until recently.
activity of the stone was received from the sun’s rays,” Cayce said.
“The concentration through the prisms or glass acted upon the
instruments that were connected with the various modes of travel
[trains, ships, etc.], as the remote control through radio
vibrations or directions would in the present day.”
The firestone, or ruby of its time, was housed in a dome-covered
building with a sliding top. Its powerful rays could penetrate
anywhere; just as the laser beam, it could be either a death ray or
a constructive energy source.
It was hard to conceive that which
Cayce put into words:
“The influences of the radiation that arose in
the form of the rays were invisible to the eye but acted upon the
stones themselves as set in the motivating forces, whether aircraft
lifted by gases or guiding pleasure vehicles that might pass along
close to earth, or the crafts on or under the water.”
Atlantis, stations were set up to produce this power, then something
inadvertently went wrong and the breakup followed.
intentionally, were tuned too high and brought the second period of
destructive forces, and broke up the land into the isles where later
there were further destructive forces.”
Cayce gave a detailed
description of the stone source of all this energy:
cylindrical glass, cut with facets in such a manner that the
capstone made for the centralizing of the power that concentrated
between the end of the cylinder and the capstone itself.”
suggested, the collapse came with a disintegration of moral values.
Cayce describes the last days:
“As cities were built, more and more
rare became those abilities to call upon the forces in nature to
supply the needs of bodily adornment, or to supply the replenishing
of physical beings as hunger arose. There was a ‘wasting-away’ in
the mountains, the valleys, then the sea itself, and the fast
disintegration of the lands, as well as of the peoples, save those
that had escaped into those distant lands.”
It seemed incredible that so advanced a people could go hungry and
lack for clothes. The Geologist smiled wryly.
“Think of the millions
starving today all over the world—India, China, Russia.” He mused a
moment. “And if our population keeps up at the present rate, we may
have our own food problems in another fifty years. As it is, our big
deal, domestically, is the anti-poverty program, and we’re the
richest country in the world.”
In one of Cayce’s trance recalls, the Geologist saw not only
indications of Atlantis, but of Cayce’s gift of prophecy. Cayce had
picturesquely described a meeting in 50,000 B.C. of many nations on
Atlantis to deal with hordes of huge beasts then overrunning the
earth. These beasts, said Cayce, were ultimately coped with by
“sending out super-cosmic rays from various central plants.” It
sounded like the sheerest fantasy.
But Cayce had made one tangible
statement subject to scrutiny, in 1932:
“These rays will be
discovered within the next twenty-five years.”
Marking time, in 1958
the Geologist turned to the Encyclopaedia Brittanica and found two
references to recent discoveries of potential death rays.
year before, experimental physicists at the University of California
had reported a successful effort to produce anti-neutrons.
discovery of the anti-neutron,” the Encyclopaedia reported, “also
came the theoretical possibility of a source of energy hundreds of
times more compact than any previously existing. Anti-neutrons could
in principle be combined with anti-protons to build up ‘antimatter.’
When antimatter came into contact with ordinary matter all of its
mass would be converted into energy rather than only a fraction of
it, as is the case with nuclear fission and fusion reactions.”
It seemed extremely complicated.
“Not at all,” said the Geologist with a smile. “The anti-neutron
beam passes over you, and you become a mass of invisible energy.”
The process was not reversible.
But there was another ray, more in keeping with the fire-stone
described by Cayce. The radiating force was,
“achieved by storing up
energy in a small insulating crystal of special magnetic properties,
so that the crystal passes on more energy than it receives.”
other words, the laser. And already, as suggested by Cayce, the ruby
has been used as the crystal to convert matter into boundless
energy, by amplifying light waves from the sun.
Despite the “evidence,” the Atlantis material appeared too fanciful
to be true. Since Cayce tuned in on the collective unconscious,
perhaps he had somehow tuned in on some delightful fable concocted
by some inventive or capricious mind.
“It was real in somebody’s mind, and so it became equally real in
Cayce’s subconscious,” I suggested.
The Geologist shook his head.
“That won’t wash. Otherwise, Cayce would have been guilty of
producing every false medical diagnosis ever made by some confused
practitioner; diagnosis, whatever it was, was certainly real to that
mind projecting it.”
Even climatically, Cayce apparently knew what he was talking about
when he looked back those “10,600 years before the Prince of Peace
came into the land of promise.” Yucatan, a haven for the fleeing Atlanteans, had a different climate then.
“For rather than being a
tropical area, it was more of the temperate, and quite varied in the
conditions and positions of the face of the areas themselves.”
was this sort of thing that reassured the Geologist about Cayce’s
“The major climatic change that led from the
cold glacial climate to the present earth climate occurred close to
11,000 years ago,” he observed complacently.
“A study of pollen from
cores taken from the Mexico City region more southerly than the
Yucatan, establishes that the area was once cooler and dryer than
He turned to Cayce’s description of the physical changes in the
“In the final upheaval of Atlantis, much of the contour of the
land in Central America and Mexico was changed to that similar in
outline to that which may be seen in the present.”
The Geologist had an explanation for this, too.
“This means that
since migration took place before the final upheaval altered the
Gulf of Mexico to its present outline, these migrations must have
been to points at present subsided in the Gulf.”
He turned back to
“The first temples erected by Altar and his followers
were destroyed at the period of change in the contours of the land,
those of the first civilization following have been discovered in
Yucatan but have not been opened.”
This hardly seemed likely. But
the Geologist wasn’t so sure. Almost casually, he said,
have this evidence of Atlantis if we could only understand the
significance of unique stones discovered in Yucatan back in 1933.”
Cayce had apparently foreseen the archeological activity that would
turn up some relic of the gigantic firestones that the Atlanteans
had used for a seemingly unlimited power source. “In Yucatan there
is the emblem of same,” the sleeping Cayce had said.
And as if to
guide archeologists to the stones, he cautioned,
this, for the pattern may be the more easily found. For these
pattern stones will be brought to the United States. A portion is to
be carried to the Pennsylvania state museum. A portion to be carried
to the Washington museum or to Chicago.”
It may only be coincidence,
but in November 1962, Fate magazine reported,
sealed Mayan tombs over two thousand years old have been discovered
by University of Pennsylvania museum archeologists on the Yucatan
Peninsula of Guatemala.”
Atlantis was obviously not legendary to the man who put it on the
“The brilliant, sophisticated mind that conceived
Dialogues and The Republic,” the Geologist observed, “was the same
that referred plainly in the Timaeus to the mighty power which was
aggressing against the whole of Europe and Asia.”
centuries before Christ, Plato was dealing with a reality that was
anything but obscure, the nameless fear of the Atlantic beyond the
protective Strait of Gibraltar. He referred to an impenetrable
Atlantic which not even the hardiest mariners dared brave, for fear
of being mired, until a series of intrepid navigators set out for
India two thousand years later. Not only Solon told the story of
Socrates, too, had given a similar account, Plato recalls,
“by some coincidence not to be explained.”
Obviously, Plato thought it more than coincidence.
In the Timaeus, Plato mentioned the repulse of the invading
Atlanteans. In the Critias, named for his grandfather, to whom Solon
reported, he describes the legendary Atlas, as the first king of
Atlantis. The Atlantean story, the Egyptian priests said, had been
set down “in our sacred registers as eight thousand years old.”
Solon lived about 600 B.C., that would put the final destruction
between ten and eleven thousand years ago. Like other peoples, the
ancient Greeks had a legend of a cataclysmic Noah-like flood. From
their archives, safely sealed in some pyramid perhaps, the Egyptians
remembered many such disasters.
The Atlantic itself indicates Greek influence,
Atlanticus being the
Latin for the Greek, Atlas. Plato again casually picked out
something which confirmed his reliability, the reference to the
“continent” beyond the Atlantean Islands.
“Obviously,” the Geologist
pointed out, “he was referring to a continent we all know well—North
Perhaps, reading his Plato, Columbus got the idea that beyond the
Pillars of Hercules, beyond the Atlantis of Plato, he would find the
true continent, which could only be India, for what other continent
It might be pertinent to briefly review the Plato story, beginning
with the Egyptian priest advising Solon:
“As for those genealogies
which you have recounted to us, Solon, they are the tales of
children. You remember one deluge only, whereas there were many of
them. You do not know that there dwelt in your land the noblest race
of men which ever lived, of whom you and your whole city are but a
remnant. This was unknown to you, because for many generations the
survivors of that destruction died and made no sign. For there was a
time, Solon, before the greatest deluge of all, when the city which
now is Athens, was first in war and was pre-eminent for her laws,
and is said to have performed the noblest deeds and had the fairest
constitution of any.
“Many wonderful deeds are recorded of your State in our histories.
But one exceeds all the rest. For these histories tell of a mighty
power which was aggressing against the whole of Europe and Asia.
This power came forth out of the Atlantic Ocean, for in those days
the Atlantic was navigable; and there was an island in front of the
straits which you call the Pillars of Heracles. The island was
larger than Libya and Asia [Asia Minor] put together, and was the
way to other islands, and from the islands you might pass to the
whole of the opposite continent [America] which surrounded the true
ocean. For this sea [Mediterranean] which is within the Straits of
Heracles is only a harbor, having a narrow entrance, but that other
is a real sea, and the surrounding land [America] may be most truly
called a continent.
“Now in Atlantis there was a great empire which ruled over the whole
island and several others, as well as over parts of the continent
[America], and, besides these, they subjected parts of Libya as far
as Egypt, and of Europe as far as Tyrrhenia. The vast power gathered
into one endeavored to subdue our country and yours and the whole of
the land which was within the straits; and then, Solon, your country
shone forth magnificently, for she was first in courage and military
skill, and was the leader of the Hellenes.
And when the rest fell away from her, forced to stand alone, after
having undergone the extremity of danger, she triumphed over the
invaders, and preserved from slavery those not yet subjected, and
liberated all the others dwelling within the limits of Heracles. But
afterwards there occurred violent earthquakes and floods. And in a
single day and night of rain all your warlike men sank into the
earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared beneath
the sea. And that is why the sea in those parts is impenetrable,
because there is a quantity of shallow mud in the way, caused by the
subsidence of the island.”
In still another dialogue, Plato gives a colorful description of
“And there were temples built and dedicated to many Gods,
also gardens and places of exercise, some for men, and some for
horses. There was a race-course a stadium in width, and in length
extending all round the island for horses to race in. Also there
were guardhouses at intervals for the body-guard, while the most
trusted had houses within the citadel, and about the persons of the
kings. The docks were full of triremes and naval stores, and all
things were quite ready for use.
“For many generations, as long as the divine nature lasted in them,
the people were obedient to the laws, practicing gentleness and
wisdom in their intercourse with one another. They despised
everything but virtue, thinking lightly of gold and other property,
which appeared only a burden to them. Neither were they intoxicated
by luxury, nor did riches deprive them of self-control. They saw
clearly that worldly goods are increased through friendship with one
another, and that by excessive zeal for them, the good is lost and
By such reflections of a divine nature, all
that we have described increased in them. But then this divine
portion began to fade away, and they, unable to bear their good
fortune, became unseemly, and began to appear base. Yet to those who
had no eye for true happiness, they still seemed blessed at the very
time they were bursting with unrighteous avarice and power.”
With the statement that this wickedness had apparently angered the
Gods, the Plato fragment broke off, presumably lost in the shuffle
of the years. Undoubtedly, the greatest philosopher of his time had
little idea of what he was stirring up with his tale of a Lost
Continent, but Cayce was another matter. After portions of Atlantis
rise, said Cayce, then comes a period of upheavals that “must in the
next generation come to other lands.”
That reading was in December 1943, and Webster defines a generation
as the period when “father is succeeded by child, usually taken to
be about thirty-three years.”
And so in another ten years, in 1976,
Atlantis may no longer be a mystery. And the Geologist? He wants to
be around Bimini when fresh land surfaces, or will it be the Azores?
Time - and Cayce - may yet resolve one of the more intriguing riddles of
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14 - Reincarnation
The expression “down-to-earth” was coined for Eula Allen. She came
from the State of Washington, where she once bred and raised horses.
She had married and raised a family, and was a grandmother several
times over. She lived in a big comfortable house with her husband,
retired Naval Commander Harold Allen, farmed the fields around her
house, counseled friends far and wide, and wrote about the things
that Edgar Cayce had once planted in her consciousness.
I had an immediate sense of ease with her, the feeling of relaxation
that comes with knowing, intuitively perhaps, that one is meeting an
honest human being. Her blue eyes twinkled brightly through clear
panes of glass, a friendly smile formed on her lips, she gave me her
hand, and the clasp was as dry and firm as a man’s.
I stole a look around the room as she guided me to a comfortably
upholstered chair. It was oversized, yet warm, with a warmth that
came together from many sources—the jars and bottles of every color
and description, glinting in the sun that slanted through the
windows, the burnished woodwork whose merging grains seemed vitally
alive, the books and magazines sprawled colorfully across tables and
chairs. It was the living room of people who obviously enjoyed
living. Eula, I presumed, was in her sixties, but she was the
ageless type, who would be as sprightly in mind and spirit ten years
from now as she had been ten years before.
She was tall, with a
straight back, and a direct demeanor. It seemed hard to believe that
anybody so down to earth could believe in the esoteric.
“Was it Edgar Cayce who convinced you of reincarnation?” I asked.
She laughed out loud. “Edgar Cayce saved my life,” she said with
“Is that why you accepted reincarnation?”
“Not at all,” she said easily, “Mr. Cayce never forced his beliefs
I wondered how she had met Cayce.
“Like so many other people, I imagine. I was tired,
rundown, a bag of bones, I could hardly get around. I was forty-two
at the time, had recently had a baby, my husband was at sea, and I
came down with an acute kidney infection. The doctors at the Norfolk
naval hospital told me the kidney would have to be removed, and when
I refused surgery they said they wouldn’t take responsibility for
She was living in a furnished room at the time, and a friendly
landlady had introduced her to a woman who had regained her health
through a Cayce reading. That woman, Mignon Helms of Virginia Beach,
had never been ill a day since.
Eula had an adventurous mind, and the thought of healing force
operating through the unconscious mind of a stranger intrigued her.
“I knew enough of life to know that there was no limit to the power
of the mind, and for that reason perhaps I had refused surgery,
feeling that it wouldn’t get at the real difficulty, and yet would
leave me maimed.”
She had had an experience of her own with her son Bruce, that made
her ready for any form of mental healing. Fifteen years before,
Bruce, then twelve, had been critically ill with rheumatic fever.
The pulsing of the heart could be heard across the room. Eula had
never considered herself religious. Her family was among the first
white settlers between Walla Walla (Washington) and Lewiston
(Idaho), and there had been no church background.
But as the boy lay on the table, she prayed. She visualized God, and
she visualized a perfect heart, keeping the picture of that perfect
heart in her mind all through the ordeal. The crisis came, as the
doctor watched grimly, and then the boy’s breathing suddenly grew
less labored, his temperature dropped, and he relaxed into normal
The doctor stood up with a tired sigh.
“I don’t know how,”
he said, “but hell make it” Eula hesitated. “I prayed, Doctor, do
you think it helped?”
He looked at her curiously. “I can’t think of anything else that
helped,” he said. “You saved that boy’s life.”
And so what Cayce did made sense to Eula Allen.
After Mrs. Helms got through her description of how Cayce had helped
where the doctors had failed, Eula asked, “When can I see this man?”
“You must ask for an appointment,” Mrs. Helms replied, “but you
don’t have to see him. Just say where you will be at the appointed
Eula Allen blinked. “But I would like to be there,” she said,
The reading was fixed for the 18th of February, 1941, with
Mrs. Helms present, along with Gertrude Cayce and the inevitable
The sleeping Cayce never once mentioned the infected kidney. He said
that Eula was anemic, running on nervous energy, and described a
strain and heaviness in the lumbar and sacral areas, the region of
the kidney, an aching that extended up to the mid-back.
areas of the nervous system, there are engorged or enlarged ganglia
[nerve centers from which impulses are transmitted], and these,
rather sore to the touch, spread into the muscular areas of the
The organs themselves were sound, except as they were lacking
stimulation from a blood deficiency due to impeded central nervous
“Hence, the organs are not diseased but at times dis-eased.”
He recommended small quantities internally of olive oil, three
pellets of Adiron daily, one with each meal, and the use of an
electric vibrator before bedtime for a half hour, along the spine,
especially over the areas of the neck and head, between the
shoulders, and across the ninth dorsal vertebra, through the lower
lumbar and sacral areas.
Even though the treatment seemed sketchy, Eula Allen found a strange
confidence in the man who let her out the door with a kindly smile
and warm handshake. “I’ve known you before,” he said, squeezing her
Back in her room, Eula reviewed her last medical report. The kidney
was swollen to the size of a small cantaloupe, and her general
health depleted. The condition had been chronic for fifteen years,
periodically recurring, but acute now for six weeks. Pain in the
back intense, temperature high.
But she put her faith in Cayce, and the electric vibrator. In three
days, the kidney swelling was reduced to normal, and she was out of
pain. She continued the treatments, and in six months gained forty
pounds. She hadn’t felt this well since she was twenty-five. And she
kept remembering, oddly, what Cayce had said, “I’ve known you
In time, her curiosity got the better of her, and she wanted to know
what he meant. It was strange, but she had had the same feeling
about him. And so for the first tune, really, sitting down, chatting
with Cayce, she heard about reincarnation.
“Does that mean,” she
asked with a worried frown, “that I may come back as an animal?”
“Certainly not, that’s transmigration, and you may
not even have to come back at all, if you become perfectly developed
in this life.”
Even with the confidence she had in the amazing
healer, it was hard for her to get used to the idea of
reincarnation. Cayce didn’t press her. She attended his Bible
classes and listened.
“The soul is eternal,” he said, “and God’s arm
isn’t short. You go out and you come in again.”
involved only highly developed human souls, not animals. For more
than a year she thought it over, then decided to have one of Cayce’s
life readings. These were designed to delineate past lives, which
had most influenced this one, revealing attitudes, inclinations, and
personalities presumably carried over from earlier existences in
different bodies. Although the Cayce health reading had convinced
her of his subconscious link to the Universal Mind, reincarnation
was still a difficult thought, even for one believing in survival,
and Eula wasn’t sure of that, either.
Eula discovered, as Cayce spoke, that she had had previous sojourns
in Ireland, Rome, Syria, Peru, Atlantis, (where so many sojourned)
and in our own Wild West before the Civil War. But what interested
her most at this time, she being of a practical turn, was the
insight into her own temperament as seen through these so-called
“The material appearances have been quite varied,” Cayce said, “yet
very sincere, very stern in most activities. Thus, the entity is
qualified to interpret almost any phase of the individual
experience, and others will listen.”
With a secret smile, I recognized that I had chosen Eula as an
interpreter of the Cayce record, and had listened avidly, if
somewhat confused, for hours. I had been much impressed at the same
time by her openness and candor, amused by her two-fisted
characterizations of some of the trustees of the Cayce legacy. They
would not have been so amused.
Cayce, even more amusingly, had warned Eula.
“The entity should be
guarded not as to what it would say or as to whether it would say,
but as to what and how and when it says. Just remember that others
listen and recall, ‘Ye shall give an account of every word that is
spoken.’ For in speaking thy words are given power.”
I could vouch for Eula’s eloquence, but obviously this was no
reflection of reincarnation. But she had still -other distinctions.
“The entity may be expected to be associated with many who have had,
or will have much to do with the changing of policies, local, state,
national and international.”
That seemed quite an order for a
grandmother, even one as articulate as Eula.
I looked up from the
life reading which Eula had put before me.
“I see where you’re
running your own State Department.”
She regarded me rather sharply, but said nothing.
“Are you actually advising the Great Powers on the problems of the
day?” I smiled. “People from all over the world come to my
home—India, China, Washington, but who they are and what is a
A thought struck me. “Why, if people have lived other lives, don’t
they remember anything from them?”
“But they do,” she said. “It’s just sometimes that they don’t
remember that they are remembering. Jesus said, ‘I’ll bring all
things to thine remembrance,’ but he didn’t say how.” Despite the
subject matter, she still gave the impression of being down to
“What do you remember?” I asked.
“Well, Mr. Cayce mentioned that in an Irish incarnation I was a Rosa
O’Deshea, who came to the New World at an early period.” She looked
at me calmly. “Though I have no Irish strain in me genetically, I
have always felt terribly sentimental about Irish music, poetry, and
folk tales. Also, the privations I went through in coming to this
country stood me as good experience in the rough ranch life in
Washington State in this life.”
I like Irish music, too, particularly “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling,”
without any tangible link to the Ould Sod.
“You’ll have to do better,” I said.
Eula’s eyes flashed, and she said with some asperity, “I don’t have
to convince you of anything.”
I peered into the reading. “It says
here that the ‘entity should be guarded, not as to what it would say
or as to whether it would say, but as to what and how and when it
says.’” “That’s right,” Eula said.
“But what good is it all, the life reading or a belief ha
rein-carnation, except for the pleasant euphemism that death is not
Again an expression of exasperation crossed Eula’s normally benign
“Remembering, even subconsciously, teaches us; it
provides opportunities for us to go on and learn.”
Speaking of a
sojourn which carried the entity—so both Cayce and I thought of Eula—from Palestine, where she studied at the feet of the Apostles
to bondage in Persia, the mystic had related:
“From that sojourn
there are great latent talents as a teacher, a leader, an
instructor, a director. All of these abilities are a part of the
entity’s present experience. Yet, there was so little of the home
life in that sojourn. It was for that the entity returned in the
Certainly, Eula had been a good homemaker,
married twice comfortably, four children, the last born to her when
she was forty years old. The children were grown, the two girls
marrying well, one son a lawyer, the other an engineer. As a
housewife, her cup runneth over. Had she done any teaching?
She hadn’t stopped teaching, in class and out, even with all her
household functions. It still seemed a most trivial basis for
proving out reincarnation.
“Weren’t you ready to accept
reincarnation when Edgar Cayce’s health reading led to your cure?”
“It certainly made me more amenable. If his subconscious was right,
where the professional medicos’ conscious was so wrong, why
shouldn’t this selfsame subconscious be equally accurate and the
professional theologians equally wrong?”
But this had only predisposed her, she insisted, to giving the whole
subject an honest, open appraisal.
“What sense does anything make,” she said, “unless we are here to
I shrugged. “Many would argue that it makes no sense.”
“Everything else does,” she shot back, “all life has a rhythm and
plan, the seasons, vegetation, the movement of the tides and the
planets. There is an order about everything, so why not man? And
certainly the integral part of man is not his body, but his spirit.”
I again invoked the anatomist, who had opened up a cadaver, and
asked his students to pick out the soul.
Eula sniffed. “That man was a fool. I could point at the same body,
and ask, ‘Is this the man we knew?” Without spirit and mind, he is
only a slab of meat, and even the doctor would admit man is more
Yes, Eula was sure she remembered, and remembering, made progress.
In her life reading, she had asked, “What is the meaning of the
pulling sensation in my fingers and hands?” “These,” Cayce replied,
“should come more from the tendencies that are a part of the
experience, the writing, see?”
Ah, Eula was to be a writer.
“I always felt an inclination that way, and Cayce told me that I
should get myself published.”
Even for an established writer, this was often more easily said than
But Cayce was determined.
“How can I best apply my understanding for the benefit of others?”
she had asked.
“Put it on paper, and publish it.”
And what had been published?
Two books had already come out of Eula, based on the knowledge of
the universe she had gained from the Cayce readings. One was Before
the Beginning, a summation of the spiritual creation; the other, The
River of Time, of physical creation as visualized by Cayce. The
books had been received only perfunctorily by the Cayce press. But,
surprisingly, they were now so popular they could hardly be kept in
It made some things clear about herself that she had never
understood before. As a child, upset by the gambling of ranch-hands
on her grandfather’s spread, she had boldly broken up the games,
barging in on the players and destroying every pack of cards she
could get her hands on. Now, she understood why. She was reacting
from having once been a dance hall shill. Subconsciously, at least,
she was remembering, and trying to do something about it.
Still, I wondered how deep this belief in reincarnation cut.
“Are you afraid to die?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Death is like stepping out of an old car, into
a new one.”
“Then why were you so concerned about your son’s possible death of
rheumatic fever?” “I didn’t believe in reincarnation then, and
besides, even now, I would be deeply affected by the suffering of
anybody I loved, not necessarily by their death, if I thought they
had learned something in this life before they went.”
How about all the innocents—children—that Stalin and Hitler
exterminated? Why should they have suffered?”
“It makes no sense
unless you do accept reincarnation, for then one accepts the law
of compensation, karma, carrying over from one life to another.
Edgar Cayce frequently spoke of people paying in one life for
that done in another, profiting equally from the good they
had done. In one of my previous lives, as a Roman, Cayce said that I
commanded a fleet manned by galley slaves. Even before my reading,
every time I saw a picture of slaves, my stomach would turn over. It
stirred up all kinds of unconscious memories. Now it makes sense.”
“I still don’t understand all this suffering as being part of God’s
will.” She looked at me sharply. “God sets up certain laws defining
the order of the universe, and these can’t be changed.”
“But certainly God is more merciful than a mere sinner, who would
not want anyone to suffer.”
“God’s law cannot be changed,” she said.
“Then why pray for your son?
“We have access to God’s law, and the way things shape out depends
on our own attitudes in accordance with this law.”
Ironically, for a reincarnationist like Eula, God’s law represented
virtually the same thing to detached scientists, an endless cycle of
matter and energy, capable of entering into an endless variety of
physical combinations in perpetuity.
“We are all part of God,” she
said, “and God is part of us. There is no conflict, no punishment,
merely opportunities to develop.” She looked up at me with a
disarming smile. “Why should everything we have had so much trouble
experiencing be taken from us, when nature is so economical in other
There was no questioning Eula’s sincerity, and if her belief in
reincarnation helped her be a better, more productive person, that
was a plus sign indeed for reincarnation.
“Why do you now find it so
important to believe in reincarnation—wouldn’t being just a good
Christian, believing in the message of God through Christ be
sufficient to get you into Heaven?”
She gave me an almost pitying
“Don’t you know that Christianity embraced reincarnation for
three hundred years, until the Roman influence expunged it after the
Emperor Constantine recognized the Church? What do you think the
early Christians were thinking of when they asked Christ whether he
was Elijah, who had come before? They were thinking of
reincarnation, that’s what.”
Her mood changed suddenly, and she
regarded me with a concerned air.
“If you thought of reincarnation
as rebirth, I think you could understand it better. Just as the
earth has a constant rebirth so does the spirit. Don’t you remember
Christ saying that ‘Unless man is reborn again, he cannot enter the
Kingdom of Heaven’?”
“Wasn’t that a reference to baptism?”
Eula threw up her hands. “Christ was not interested in show but
substance, that is at the heart of everything he said or did.”
It seemed time to get back to earth.
“In one life,” I said, “you
lived in the good old U.S.A., and rather recently, which is quite a
shift from all these glamorous lives in Persia, India, Palestine,
Rome, Greece, Egypt, and Atlantis, lives with no possible way of
being checked out.”
“First of all,” Eula said, “let’s get things
straight. As a soul develops, the chances are that development will
be faster in advanced cultures, and since Cayce only dealt with
meaningful past lives, he drew on lives in growth-making
“So what did you learn in the Wild West?” I asked.
She snorted. “See for yourself.” She pointed to a well-worn copy of
the life reading spread out before us.
“Back in the Gold Rush days,
on the Barbary Coast, I was a dance hall girl, even a prostitute; I
Cayce had put it quite picturesquely.
“The entity was in the earth
when there were those Journeyings from the East to the West—Gold! In
‘49 the entity, with its companions, journeyed to the Western lands.
Hardships were experienced on the way, yet the entity was among
those associated in those acts with those in their relationships to
such conditions—rowdiness, drink, spending. Yet the entity was one
to whom many, many came for counsel.”
As in her Irish life experience, Eula had a specific identity.
name then was Etta Tetlow. Records of these may be found in some of
the questioned places in portions of California, even in the
Then came the provocative conclusion, “In activities, with
all types of that early land did the entity have connection.”
I had seen no specific reference to a dance hall experience,
prostitution, or the Barbary Coast for that matter.
“Well, that last remark would appear to speak for
itself. What kind of woman deals with every kind of man?”
“How about Etta Tetlow—dance hall girl?”
Eula gave me a sly smile.
“Three years ago, in 1963, I was in California doing some lecturing
on Cayce—Pacific Grove, I believe—when a woman sauntered up and
said, ‘Hello, Etta.’”
Eula winced. She had never been able to stand that name, Etta.
Somehow, in a book on reincarnation, Eula’s incarnation as Etta
Tetlow had been brought to the woman’s attention. Browsing one day
through colorful old posters, she found some dating back to the
boisterous days of the Barbary Coast in San Francisco. The posters
listed the entertainment at one of the local dance halls. One name
Eula did not take this incarnation lightly. Even before this report
of an Etta Tetlow in California, she was concerned by the shadiness
of her past-life past Troubled, she sought out the waking Cayce.
I was a prostitute,” she said, “how could I ever hope to touch the
hem of the Master’s robe?” It occurred to me that the Master, so
generous to shiners, could hardly have minded. But Eula apparently
thought he might Cayce received her gently. “Why so concerned? You
know better now, don’t you?”
He pressed her hand.
“Make it a
stepping-stone, instead of a stumbling block. We come back to
Eula’s main purpose in this life, Cayce had said, was to
build a family, and she looked proudly on her thirteen grandchildren
scattered around the country. One was top man in his Air Force
group, another had won rare distinction scholastically as a naval
architect, still another was a champion swimmer. The son with the
pulsing heart had taken his heart through World War II.
He, too, had
been skeptical about reincarnation, and still might be, for all Eula
knew. When he was twenty-two, before going off to war, his
skepticism had driven him to a life reading. Cayce correctly
forecast he would be a lawyer, but said his job in this life,
because of his karmic past, was to prevent people from getting into
trouble, not sitting in judgment on them. He had gone against this
precept, becoming a county prosecutor in northern California, and
then things had started to go wrong in his life.
Eula was a bit vague on what had gone wrong.
“It’s his life,” she
said, “and I don’t like to get too
personal with it”
“Didn’t the public like him as prosecutor?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, they even wanted to put him up as judge.”
“Then what went wrong and how did it relate to his becoming a
prosecutor?” I looked at her rather curiously. “After all, somebody
has to be a prosecutor, so it can’t be all that wrong.” She laughed.
“Yes, but somebody else may have reached a different point of
advancement from past experiences.”
At any rate, she had recalled the Cayce reading to her son while he
was debating the judgeship.
“You know,” she said darkly, “you were
told never to sit in judgment.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I know,” he said.
“Then you know what to do.”
He turned down the post.
And what had happened to his life since?
“Both personally and professionally it started to get back where it
had been. He was now heeding the law, the Divine law, which Cayce
had interpreted for him.”
Just as she and Cayce shared the feeling they had known each other
in the hazy past, Eula felt she had been acquainted with me. “I was
in some sort of supervisory capacity with you then.” “You still are,
at this point,” I said.
She smiled. “Haven’t you felt at ease, as though we’ve been through
some experience together?”
As a matter of fact, I had been drawn to
her instantly, but put it down to the curious empathy we do seem to
have for some people at sight.
“But what is that,” she said, “but a vaguely remembered past?”
Again I saw no evidence. “Don’t you think the life we live now is
the one that counts, even if there is reincarnation?” I had chanced
across a sentence in Life is for Living by Eric Butterworths “’The
life you once lived can only be found in the life you now express.’”
“Naturally,” Eula agreed, “but if there is a Cayce around to show
you the twist in the road, that is all the better.”
At first glimpse, reincarnation had seemed wishful thinking on the
part of those shrinking from the apparent oblivion of death. Before
the glory of the Resurrection, the concept of reincarnation was not
a difficult turn in the spiritual road to everlasting life. My own
faith in the moral lesson of Christ was implicit; yet, like others,
I found myself shying from the implicit message of rebirth.
not St. John quoted Him, in a statement parenthetically absolving
all on earth of guilt in the Crucifixion?
“Therefore doth my Father
love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. No
man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to
lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment
have I received of my Father.”
He had power to take it up again. And what He did, others could do
with the Father’s help. Was that not the message of Christ—that, and
a cry for universal love, mocked through the ages? Had Edgar Cayce,
as his readings suggested, trod the bitter road with the Master,
absorbing a message that made his own gift possible, as all gifts
were made possible, with God’s acquiescence?
Was Cayce’s unique
gift, scorned as Another’s had been scorned, a stepping-stone in the
ultimate revelation of what life was all about? Were the truths in
his miraculous healing manifested to bring credence to the broader
spiritual truth of purposeful life? Did Cayce’s subconscious,
merging with the Universal Consciousness that was the Father,
Creator, and Creation, come along at a time when a troubled world,
stifling in the limited horizons of materiality, was ready, even
eager, for some sign of its place in a universal plan?
There was nothing accidental, nothing left to chance in the
Creator’s grand design; so Cayce believed as he pictured
reincarnation as an instrument, not an end in itself.
every individual,” he said once, “follows out that line of
development in the present earth plane as it has received from the
preceding conditions, and each grain of thought or condition is a
consequence of other conditions created by self.”
It was difficult for me, as for others, to conceive of a spirit with
a volition of its own. How did the spirit find its way to another
body, where did it rest and restore itself, why did it keep coming
“Must each soul continue to be reincarnated in the earth until
it reaches perfection, or are some souls lost?”
That was the puzzler
put to Cayce.
Cayce had a ready answer.
“The soul is not lost; the individuality
of the soul that separates itself is lost. The reincarnation or the
opportunities are continuous until the soul has of itself become an
entity in its whole or has submerged itself.”
“If a soul fails to improve itself, what becomes of it?”
“That’s why the reincarnation, why it reincarnates; that it may have
the opportunity. Can the will of man continue to defy its Maker?”
Constantly, Cayce minimized the ego, aware that many cultists
mistakenly became enveloped in grandiose past lives at the expense
of this one. Like Butterworth, he felt the past could only be
expressed in the life lived now, otherwise no life became important.
‘The real purpose, as should be for each soul, is the message of
love of the Savior for the children of men.
That phase of Christian
experience [reincarnation] is questioned by many, yet there is this
period when the fact needs stressing to answer many questions. But
that this is to be the primary fact—reincarnation—no. That is merely
the plan as He demonstrated.” Believing in Cayce—and
reincarnation—Cayce’s followers were constantly inquiring whether he
would come back, in what guise and how soon.
One corporate lawyer,
who had made a fortune astutely following the Cayce readings dealing
with real estate and finance, had tried to establish some
arrangement whereby Cayce, on his slated return in another body,
could profit through the clairvoyant gains he had achieved for the
lawyer in this life. The slumbering Cayce seemed cool to collusion
of this sort. Others queried Cayce about his next sojourn, after
reading a newspaper article describing how a reincarnationist had
attempted to leave this money to himself after death.
revealed the utter frustration of the reincarnationist’s plan, oddly
reminiscent of a scene from the Broadway musical, On a Clear Day You
Can See Forever:
“Arthur M. Hanks, who made a fortune peddling
flowers in the Los Angeles financial district, left no will because
he believed he would return through reincarnation, and claim his
life’s savings. He has been dead seven months now, and today Judge
Joseph P. Sproul opened the way for relatives to divide the flower
peddler’s $100,000 estate.”
With this springboard, intimates of Cayce put the question to his
“You will give at this time information
which will help us to understand the laws governing the selection by
an entity of time, place, race, color, sex, and the parents at any
rebirth into the earth plane, especially the possibility of Edgar
Cayce, present in this room, bringing through in his next
incarnation memory of this life.”
Then came the stickler.
possible we would like to be advised as to how proof of such memory
can be established by leaving a record or money now that may be
called for during the next appearance.”
Cayce examined each phase of the question. The times of
reincarnation—or rebirth—varied, according to the development of the
entity, and “as to the manner or the character of the removal from
the material experience. As to race, color, or sex, this depends
upon that experience necessary for the completion, for the building
up of the purposes for which each and every soul manifests in the
One incarnation naturally merges into another. ‘As the tree falls,
so does it lie,’ saith the Maker and Giver of life. So does the
light, so does the nature of an individual. For the beginning in the
next experiences are ever tempered by how sincere the purpose was of
the entity in the experience before. For indeed, as has been given,
whatsoever ye sow, so shall ye reap.” Just as a leaf fell
prematurely, so could human life be cut off.
“They who have done
error suddenly, they who are advanced, they who have not met a whole
expression, may go suddenly, as you count time.”
I was rather disappointed, as Cayce’s following may have been, in
his failure to program a future of his own. If he could see for
others, why not for himself?
“As for the entity Edgar Cayce,” I read
finally, “this depends then as to when that experience has been
reached in which the union of purposes of entities in materiality
has created that expression, that phase, to which the entity’s
development may reach to find expression through same.”
As for the time of his return, Cayce was vague.
“It may be perhaps a
hundred, two hundred, three hundred, a thousand years, as you may
count tune in the present. For how gave He? The day no man knoweth,
only the Father in heaven knoweth, and it is provided you so live,
as He gave, that ‘I may sit upon the right hand and my brother upon
Ostensibly, the session had produced little of practicality. I could
almost sense the disappointment of Cayce’s audience in the next
question. “Would you suggest any way that a record may be left by an
Cayce got to the heart of the matter, playing on a word to discard
one point and make another. “By living the record,” he stressed. For
as one lived deeply, developing spiritually, so he developed the
faculty of remembering.
“For when the purposes of an entity are the
more in accord with that for which the entity has entered, then the
soul-entity may take hold upon that which may bring to its
remembrance what it was, where, when, and how. Thinkest thou that
the gram of corn has forgotten what manner of expression it has
given? Think thou that any of the influences in nature that you see
about you—the acorn, the oak, the elm, or the vine, or anything—had
forgotten what manner of expression? Only man forgets.”
And why just man?
“Only in His mercy such was brought about. As in Adam they forgot
what manner of men they were.
For ‘God’s Book of Remembrance’ may be read only by those in the
shadows of his love.”
As he did in the conscious, Cayce showed no
interest subconsciously in the prospect of money in this life or
another, and coolly disregarded this as incentive to remembrance.
“It was almost,” a witness said, “as though he were refusing to
participate in any little game of clairvoyance, as he had once
refused to submit to the tests of psychic researchers intent on
reducing his gift to their own meager measurements.”
Cayce’s own remembrance was remarkable. His references to Atlantis,
Lemuria and other lost civilizations could be dismissed as
speculative, but other phenomena could not be so easily scouted. He
frequently lapsed into languages that were clearly
recognizable—French, Italian, Spanish, German, and others that were
These ventures into tongues he had no knowledge of in the waking
state were triggered by the subject matter or subjects. Once he read
for a man in Italy, who had deputized a friend here to sit in on the
reading. The friend, of Italian extraction, asked a question, and
the answer came back in fluent Italian. Another time, reading for a
German, Cayce branched off into idiomatic German, bespeaking
ultimate knowledge of the Teutonic.
Cayce clearly had not responded to the satisfaction of his friends
as to the nature of his next return. However, in a dream a short
tune before, he had visualized himself as being born again, and gave
tune and place. As happened so often La his life, a significant
dream came during a great emotional crisis. He had been arrested in
Detroit for “practising medicine without a license,” and had been
subjected to the ignominy of public trial as a charlatan.
On the train back to Virginia Beach, he had one of his most singular
dreams. He had been born again in A.D. 2100 in Nebraska.
he recalled, “apparently covered all of the western part of the
country, as the city where I lived was on the coast. The family name
was a strange one. At an early age, as a child, I declared myself to
be Edgar Cayce who had lived two hundred years before. Scientists,
men with long beards, little hair and thick glasses, were called in
to observe me.
They decided to visit the places where I said I had
been born, lived and worked, in Kentucky, Alabama, New York,
Michigan, and Virginia. Taking me with them the group of scientists
visited these places in a long, cigar-shaped metal flying ship which
moved at high speed.
“Water covered part of Alabama; Norfolk had
become an immense seaport New York had been destroyed either by war
or an earthquake and was being rebuilt. Industries were scattered
over the countryside. Most of the houses were of glass. Many records
of my work as Edgar Cayce were discovered and collected. The group
returned to Nebraska taking the records with them to study.”
were other dream details. In one city, virtually completely
destroyed, Cayce stopped to ask the workmen where he was. They
looked at him in surprise, and to his surprise, replied, “New York.”
From this dream many have fashioned a dreary prophecy of ultimate
doom, pointing out that Cayce’s prediction of gathering destruction
from 1958 to 1998 implied that this was only the “beginning” of
holocausts that were to continue indeterminately.
However, Cayce was not quite so pessimistic. Interpreting his own
dream, he likened his period of personal trial to the tests that
others would face, rocked with doubts of the ultimate purpose of the
“And the vision was that there might be strength, there
might be an understanding, though the moment may appear as dark,
though there may be periods of misinterpreting of purposes.”
there could well be, he indicated, challenging times for mankind.
But in the end, was a promise given in the Bible.
“Though the very
heavens fall,” Cayce paraphrased, “though the earth shall be
changed, the promises in Him are sure and will stand—as in that
coming day—as the proof of thy activity in the lives and hearts of
thy fellow man.”
Cayce himself, in the conscious state, found support for
reincarnation in the Bible, though modern theology spurned it
“Reincarnation has so long been considered a part of the eastern
religion,” he said once, “that we have cause to consider it foreign
to Christianity. However, I doubt if anyone who has really studied
the Bible could say that it was not contained in that Book.
Throughout the ages, the question has been asked, ‘If a man die,
will he live again?’”
The unschooled psychic, who loved to intersperse his Bible reading
with homely poetry, observed,
“One of the poets gave, ‘Dust thou
art, to dust returneth was not spoken of the soul.’ It has been
generally considered that if a man live again, it is his soul that
Cayce pointed out that the Bible was replete with references
“There are many instances when the Master said, ‘Ye must
be born again.’”
Again, He said to Nicodemus,
“The wind bloweth
where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but cans’t not
tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth. So is everyone that is
born of the Spirit”
His own readings helped Cayce to understand much
that he could not understand before.
“We may read much in, or we may
read much out, but did He mean what He said when He said to
Nicodemus that ‘Ye must be born again?’ Did He mean it when He said
to the Scribes and Pharisees, ‘Before Abraham was, I am.’ Did He
mean it when He said that John the Baptist was the incarnation
spiritually of Elias? He said so.”
Cayce turned to where the disciples asked
“Who did sin, this
man or his parents, that he was born blind?” And Jesus answered,
‘Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents; but that the works
of God should be made manifest in him.’”
To Cayce, this clearly reflected a prevailing belief in
“Now it wouldn’t have been possible for the man to
have sinned in this world, as we know the world, just in being born
blind. They must have believed that the man lived before, else they
wouldn’t have asked such a question.”
Another time, as Cayce
recalled, as they came down from the Mount, Peter and John asked the
“Why then say the scribes that Elias must come first?” And
Jesus answered, “Elias is come already, and they knew him not, but
have done unto him whatsoever they listed. Likewise shall also the
Son of Man suffer of them.”
Then the disciples understood that He spake unto them of John the Baptist.
Again, as Cayce quoted, “For all the prophets and the law prophesied
until John. And if ye will receive it, this is Elias, which was for
Cayce turned to Paul.
“’The first Adam brought sin into the world,
but the last Adam brought life.’” He did not push his own
interpretation. “Whether that’s figuratively speaking or not, is for
us to determine within our own experience.”
Even after his first life readings, Cayce did not immediately accept
reincarnation; he considered it alien to Christianity.
“I was taught
the Christian way of thinking, that a man only has one life, and as
a man dieth so is he.”
But as he began to look at the Bible with new eyes, so did he look
around him, and into himself.
“Always there was within me a feeling
that did not find answer in what was ordinarily given as the answer
for such feelings. How is it that some people we meet we immediately
feel as if we had known all our lives, and others we have known for
years in this life and still do not feel close to them or understand
them? I don’t believe anyone can answer that unless there is more
than just this life. Nothing lives again unless it dies, even the
gram of wheat in bringing forth that which will propagate its own
His own readings often proved out reincarnation for Cayce. In one
reading, he told a woman that she had lived ten thousand years ago
in what is now New Mexico, and had made certain hieroglyphics still
to be found in that location.
“Later,” Cayce said, “the woman wrote me that she had gone there
with friends, and had found the marks just as indicated.”
never been to New Mexico and neither had she—in this life. “When she
saw those indications, something answered within her so that she
knew she had lived there and had made those marks.”
Just as some felt they had known one another before, so did the
pattern of relationships in this life often reflect a previous
“If the information [in the reading] tells us that we
were associated with certain individuals during certain periods in
the earth’s plane, and we see in the present an exact replica of the
description of former associations, we are bound to see the
consistency of it.”
At a church forum, Cayce once submitted to questioning on
“Do you think,” someone asked, “that when a soul
enters the earth plane it knows what sort of environment it is
coming into, and the conditions it will have to face?”
Cayce drew on his subconscious knowledge.
“It must know that it is
entering the environment which is necessary for its own development
It knows that this is its opportunity to pass through that
experience necessary for this development.”
Weren’t these past-life readings keyed more to the ego than anything
else? It was something Cayce had thought often about.
“We hear the
question, ‘What good will it do me to know that I lived as John
Smith during the Revolution, or was a first settler, or that I was
among those in the French Revolution, or a wine seller in such and
such a period?’ Well, our soul, our entity is what it is today from
how it has reacted to various experiences in the earth’s sphere.”
“How does the spirit find the body?” another asked.
“I do not believe that a soul enters until the breath of life is
drawn. The soul doesn’t enter at conception.”
For reincarnationists, the following colloquy was enlightening:
“Is the soul sent here, or does it come of its own desire?”
“Comes of its own desire,” Cayce said, “for desire remains
throughout all development of man, or of the soul, whether we speak
of material, mental, or the soul portion. Desire goes right through,
and is possibly the motive force behind the soul, for without a
desire to do a thing we can’t get very far.”
“If the soul knows so
much, why does it have to do all these things over again?”
very much like we have in a school. We go over and over a lesson in
mathematics until we know not only that it is rote, but that we can
get an answer by doing that. We have to know the principle of the
thing, or the basis of it. Man goes over and over his lessons, and
necessarily under such different environment that it builds that
which is lacking, that has kept it from understanding its
relationship to its Maker.
“Do you believe that every human being has a soul?”
Cayce then advanced a unique concept of man’s relationship with
“I believe that every human being has a soul, that which makes it
akin to the Creator, that which is given an individual that he may
become a companion to the Creator. As we see in the forces all about
us, Nature herself desires companionship. So does God. He gives us
the opportunity to be his companion, by giving us a soul, which we
may make a companion with Him, but we have to do the making.”
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