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was suddenly prostrated like a strong tree in the path of a cyclone, and I, too, was swept from my feet by the same force, so that I could do nothing. This was a hard experience, for besides the loss of my husband my hold on mental healing seemed to have gone forever. I still believed in it, but I said It is for others and not for me. I can never take it up again.

Life was blank, and I had but one thought, one wish, and that was to get some word from behind the veil where my loved one was hidden. On this thought intent I went again to the medium in New York and had a private interview. His first words were: "0, heavy, heavy, heavy! If I could give you wings so that you could fly away from it all what a gift it would be, would it not?" He said nothing of straight lines, or rays from the sun going out from me, then.

All was dark, heavy, discordant and depressing. This showed how my aura had changed, but it was not to remain so.

Shortly after the death of my husband a friend came in and asked me to treat her baby which had been poisoned by milk that had stood too long in the sterilizer. The child was vomiting a green slime, and in a very dangerous condition.

I remember how I looked up at her with heavy lidded eyes and said: "0, how can you ask me? Surely I can not help your baby when I have lost the one in all the world