For Our Soldiers
By Gail Sines
I’m a veteran. I spent 30 years serving in the United States Navy, retiring in August of 2003. I served in times of conflict, not war. We don’t call it war anymore. I served on four ships and was in the arena during Desert Shield/Storm, which I am sure was nothing like serving in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, or Afghanistan. Regardless, there were times when I experienced fear by just being on a ship in a dangerous atmosphere. I prayed a lot.
My father served in World War II as an engineer in the United States Merchant Marine Service. He served on transport ships that were mostly without protection of their own or of other ships or aircraft. I know that he was afraid, at times, because he told me. He hated going below decks into the engine room knowing his fate was sealed if they suffered an enemy attack. He prayed a lot.
Prior to the end of WW II, in November 1944, Thomas Sugrue (the author of the Edgar Cayce biography There Is a River wrote a letter to Edgar Cayce that was published in the A.R.E. bulletin. I rediscovered this letter while doing research for my Egypt group. It is as relevant today as it was then. We are still “in conflict,” if not war, around the globe. Everyone either has or knows a brother, sister, father, mother, son, daughter, relative, friend, or neighbor serving in defense of our country. Pray for them.
Dear Boss [Edgar Cayce]:
It is a week today since we sat with the radio turned on all through the morning and afternoon and night, hearing the first news of the invasion. Between the brief, tantalizing bulletins, that said so little and suggested so much, we prayed that not too many would have to be killed, not too many maimed, not too many blinded, shocked, disfigured; for they were dying for our sins — to save a liberty we imperiled by denying it to others…
On last Tuesday night at 11:15, I lay in bed listening to a broadcast from the invasion coast—one of those records made by the on-the-spot reporters… Charles Collingwood…said he was soaked through, that their landing craft was loaded with TNT, and that he was frankly nervous. The sound of firing was audible. He said, “I see a Naval captain stopping to look curiously at my rig. Perhaps I can get him to say a few words. Will you come over, Captain?” Then I heard a voice—a voice very familiar to me—say, “I'm not a captain. I'm just a lieutenant, but after you've been on this beach a little while you look like almost anything.”
“It's Jerry! Jerry Danzig!” I said to Mary. We listened closely. There could be no mistake—the phrasing, the choice of words, the laugh, all were Jerry's. But he sounded so calm, so matter-of-fact, that I could hardly believe he was not standing beside me, instead of supervising the unloading of a batch of dynamite on the invasion beach of Normandy, with shells dropping all around him…
Over the invasion coast the bombers flew. In one of them, two boys named Jim and Joe crouched at their guns—one in the top turret, one in the waist of the ship. They had come to see me before their crew left Drew Field in Tampa, to fly overseas. They were nervous, Jim particularly so. Both had been in England and completed the allotted 25 missions. They had returned to this country with the understanding that their combat days were over—they would be used to instruct. But there was a shortage of men; after a furlough and a stay at a rehabilitation center, they were assigned to a new crew—a green crew—and a new ship.
Their nervousness came from their feeling that they had run out of their luck. Joe's bomber was the only one left after 25 missions over Germany, the lone survivor of its squadron. Could he hope for the same good fortune again? Jim was even more depressed. He was one of five brothers, all in the service. Two had been killed; one had returned home, blind. He believed he had survived 25 missions because of the skill of his pilot; now he would have a new one, a green one…
“Well,” I said, “You can't lose. You're holding a royal flush. If you get back, the world is yours, and you will have memories to make the rest of your life rich. If you don't come back, you go over to the other side with money in the bank. Few of us get a chance to die for a good cause—with most of us it is a selfish lingering, and if we leave behind anything but our insurance we are lucky.
“The only important thing is the pattern. The body is a mess of atoms grouped around the pattern, the way iron filings group around a magnet. Take the magnet away and they are free to do as they please again. Your plane isn't much good without its crew. The crew is the pattern.
“Once a pattern is free, it can operate in other places—look at the sky when you're on a night run. Every star is a sun. There are more worlds than there are people on this earth. On some of them, things will be easier. We may not have to eat, or dig ditches. Our bodies may be lighter. Instead of taste, smell, hearing, touch, and sight, our five senses may be love, kindness, humility, appreciation of beauty, and longing. If so, there would be things for them to exercise upon, as there are things here for us to exercise our eyes and fingers and ears and nose on. Wouldn't that be wonderful—to taste love the way you taste a steak, to smell beauty the way you smell a flower, to touch humility the way you stroke a kitten, to hear longing the way you hear the wind, or music?
“Those worlds are in all stages of evolution. They need strong, brave souls, to do the things necessary for their unfoldment. You boys would qualify—a world may need a Columbus to discover new continents, an Edison to discover electricity, a Washington to free a nation, a Wright to discover the airplane. You might get the assignment. You would deserve it.”
I talked on in that vein, watching their reactions. Slowly their imaginations took fire. They were unmarried, young, adventurous—I painted a picture of the cosmos which sounded as attractive as the Wild West was to me in my boyhood. They began to make comments, to ask questions, to joke about what they would be and where they would go, after death.
“This place,” I said, “is just a mudball. I'll be glad to leave when my work is done. But I want to be sure the work is done, and done well, before I go, otherwise I'll be demoted instead of promoted. That's where you fellows have a sure bet. You take the sins of the world on your shoulders when you fly into battle.”
Our soldiers now are facing death, with clear eyes, strong hearts, and serene spirits. Can we face them in the same high way when they come back? If we have been about Our Father's business we can.
My love and best wishes to you …
1797-3 Report: July, 1944 Letter from Thomas Sugrue to Edgar Cayce
Used in 1944 A.R.E. Bulletin
Thomas J. Sugrue (1907–1953) was an outstanding writer, authoring seven exceptional books and
hundreds of articles. He sought the help of psychic Edgar Cayce for a rare arthritis disease for which
conventional treatments were not working. He entered Cayce's home an invalid and left walking in
October of 1941. It was during this time that he wrote There Is a River, the only biography of Edgar
Cayce written during Cayce's lifetime and the book that made the psychic a household name in 1942.
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Mickey’s All-Inclusive Miracle
By Barbara A. Derrick, PhD
Mickey, an inmate serving a life sentence at a South Carolina maximum security prison, was going blind. The Department of Corrections had paid for one cataract operation, which now had clouded over. The other eye had its problems as well with a newly formed cataract of its own. Mickey was legally blind.
The warden said the state would not pay for further medical help. Mickey was working in the chaplain’s office and functioned in that capacity after the chaplain left each day. But, after nightfall, he could not see in the darkness. Those who needed help after dark were out of luck.
I was a volunteer chaplain at this prison. I wanted to help Mickey but I could not do it alone.
An Edgar Cayce Study Group that met weekly in my home became interested. We discussed what could be done. The warden was creating more obstacles than necessary. Why?
We set out to work through the obstacles we knew were standing in the way.
Word went out about Mickey’s need for surgery. Generous and caring people sent money toward the surgery. Money accumulated from people who wanted to see a blind inmate, who was doing remarkable work with other inmates, regain his sight. Individuals helped. When the Lions Club found out about Mickey, they helped too.
Hearts were opening for an inmate, who had made a mistake in the past and was now serving others.
We located an ophthalmologist who agreed to do the work. This respected surgeon did not shrink from having a beige uniformed prison inmate with a brown stripe down his pant leg in his reception room. Mickey was shy and didn’t want to appear in public wearing shackles and accompanied by two armed guards. The surgeon’s acceptance of Mickey helped. Mickey had to do what he had to do. Without the surgery, he could be of no service to others. The surgeon could render him functional again. That was his dream and ours.
We were about to witness a miracle that fanned out in more directions than we could have imagined.
I called the warden’s office. All the details had been worked out. The date for the medical pre-op appointment was made. The local police officers were ready.
Mickey watched the minutes of the wall clock tick toward 9 a.m. Any minute now the local police would arrive to take him to the appointment. He would be shackled, hand and foot. But Mickey could do it now, thanks to a magnanimous surgeon.
At 8:45 a.m. Mickey received devastating news. The warden ordered the operation stopped.
Once again we coordinated a new time for the procedure. I again notified the warden’s office. But for a second time, the warden stopped the operation on the very day the appointment was set.
We were astounded. Why? It would take a miracle to help Mickey restore his sight.
From the grapevine we heard the reason. The warden was resolute. “No woman is going to tell me what to do.” He misunderstood our intentions. We were trying to help an inmate who could not help himself.
But we had overlooked the warden’s need. We looked at the situation. The warden was expressing his need to be respected. He had worked his way up through the ranks to the prison’s highest position. He needed to exert his authority. Although we thought we had checked with him all along the way, the focus had been on Mickey. Apparently the warden needed more. Now, what could we do to help?
The Warden was hurting.
Our Edgar Cayce group knew from the Cayce readings that prayer was beneficial. We formulated a 30-day prayer for our group to use at the meetings and for each member to use daily: “May the highest and best be done for the warden.” We each wanted the best for the warden.
In less than three weeks, something startling happened. Suddenly, the warden retired. He was leaving a system where he was unhappy. We rejoiced. He was getting what he wanted, and we were glad. If we could not help Mickey, we could help heal the warden’s wounds.
A new warden was in place. We contacted him to see if there would be any objection to our continuing our efforts to help Mickey.
“No, of course not,” came our answer.
Plans were formulated again. All went without a hitch.
When Mickey came from the operating room, he was staring at the wall, transfixed by the floral pattern he saw there. He had been unable to see details of any kind for months. He was captivated with the design on the wallpaper. To him the wallpaper’s simple floral pattern was exquisite.
So we lifted our grateful hearts. The loving Creator had healed wounds we did not know about. A hurting warden had been helped, and the way for corrective surgery for Mickey had been cleared.
Mickey’s miracle was all inclusive.
Barbara Derrick, PhD, a researcher, lecturer and writer on Edgar Cayce, is a counselor, family therapist, and mental health specialist who has successfully used a protocol suggested by Edgar Cayce to enhance and improve the lives of Alzheimer's patients. She has presented at the Edgar Cayce Health Symposium at Virginia Beach and her articles have appeared in Venture Inward magazine, available exclusively to Members by mail or online at
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Astrology vs. Free Will
By Raye Mathis
In the Astrologer's Corner of the Oct-Dec 2012 issue of Venture Inward magazine, I noted the following:
Here we go again. Mercury will change direction, turning retrograde (Rx), on election day, November 6, 2012. Remember the Bush-Gore election in 2000 with the "hanging chads" and vote recounts? Mercury also changed direction on election day 2000. ... In the 2012 election there could be a possible breakdown in communications, even recounts, or irregularities that might eventually have some court involvement (Mercury will be in Sagittarius, ruler of the courts).
Well, the 2012 election is over, and the public did not see recounts or court involvements, but does that mean Mercury Rx was not an influence?
There was some definite confusion on Election Day, with long lines and some delays—especially with Florida's returns. David Letterman cracked a joke after the election about a 98-year-old woman who had voted for the first time in this election...but she had been in line since she was 78.
In addition, a little published fact about the actions of Mitt Romney provides an excellent example of how the use of the free will can change and negate the influences of astrology (although I assume that Romney had no knowledge of the Mercury Rx).
The Cayce readings emphasized over and over that the study of astrology can be helpful to everyone, but it never supersedes the power of free will. In the words of astrologer Dennis Harness PhD, "astrology is a 'choice revealer,' not a 'choice maker.'" Astrology shows influences only, but we still retain our free will to look at the choices that are revealed and make the most constructive choice we can.
An article titled "The Moment When Mitt Romney Knew He Had Lost" by Josh Voorhees was spotted by one of my clients and sent to me after the election. An excerpt from the article goes like this:
"Late Tuesday night, Karl Rove made quite the show of challenging Fox News' 'projection that President Obama had won Ohio, and thus a second term in office. Mitt Romney's staff was likewise ready to deploy to the Buckeye State and a trio of other battleground states to challenge the election-night tallies. For a moment, however brief, a prolonged political and legal fight over who had won the election appeared well within the realm of possibility... But then, Mr. Romney quietly decided it was over. 'It's not going to happen,' he said.'"
The possibility for this election ending up in court was clearly indicated in astrology by Mercury Rx in Sagittarius, and according to this report, the option was presented to Romney by Carl Rove and his staff. But Romney, using his free will, as the Cayce readings so often emphasized as the only way to work with astrology, made a different choice.
No matter what our own personal political beliefs are, we can recognize that an astrological influence was present, but the free will of a human overrode it.
RAYE MATHIS is a faculty member at Atlantic University where Transformational Astrology is among the courses she mentors. She has a BA in mathematics, a Master's degree in clinical social work, and has completed post-graduate work at the C. G. Jung Institute in Zurich, Switzerland. She has maintained an on-going astrological counseling practice for almost 40 years. Her column, The Astrologer's Corner, appears in the A.R.E.'s Venture Inward magazine available exclusively to Members by mail or online at EdgarCayce.org/members. Beginning Wednesday, January 30, 2013 Raye Mathis will be mentoring a 4-week online eGroup titled Discover Your Life's Purpose Using Astrology as Your Guide. For more information, visit EdgarCayce.org/egroups.
You can read the entire article at Slate.com's blog.
A.R.E. to Launch New “Ask the Angels” Column
Beginning with the April-June 2013 issue of Venture Inward magazine, we will add a psychic Q&A column!
Psychic Kim O’Neill, who is also the author of The Calling: My Journey with the Angels (published by 4th Dimension Press, an imprint of A.R.E. Press) has offered to respond to your queries. All we need now are your questions!
Kim, who has been a professional psychic for over 20 years, has been writing an “Ask Kim” column for a Texas publication called Indigo Sun for eight years. She has volunteered her services to show her appreciation for A.R.E.’s members and supporters.
Kim will choose at least one personal and one general question per column/magazine issue and report the answer given to her by her angel guides. Her column will then appear in every issue of Venture Inward.
Just send your question to firstname.lastname@example.org. Be sure to include your first name, first initial of your last name, age, and location of your residence (city/state/country).
All A.R.E. members can access the magazine online at EdgarCayce.org/members. In addition, traditional members receive the print magazine by mail. Not a member? Learn more about A.R.E. membership at EdgarCayce.org/membership.
Kim O’Neill, voted Houston’s Top Psychic by Houston Press Magazine, has been a psychic channel for over 24 years. She conducts private channeling sessions for an international list of clients from all walks of life—physicians, attorneys, entertainment professionals, religious leaders, fellow psychics, and many more. Her “Ask Kim” column is a prominent monthly feature in Indigo Sun Magazine. She has established international motivational seminars and workshops designed to help people transform their lives and develop greater spiritual. She is a frequent guest on radio and TV talk shows, providing accurate and specific psychic information covering a wide range of topics. She is also the author of the best-selling book How to Talk with Your Angels. Kim lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and their two children.
She'll be in Virginia Beach for the upcoming A.R.E. Headquarter's Conference How to Talk With Your Angels: A Workshop for Experiencing Your Angelic Guides on Saturday, March 2, 2013.