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    We have an Australian friend, Glennys MacKay, who is quite a powerful medium. She’s strictly no-frills and she asks only that she be given something belonging to the person who wishes to have a reading. She doesn’t want to know anything about the person, not even their sex.
    Seeing a chance to make a test, Anne gave her a lock of our hairdresser’s hair. She held it for a moment and then said, “I hear somebody calling, ‘Howie, Howie.’” There was a bit more, which Anne dutifully wrote down. But since the hairdresser’s name is Jay, it seemed a waste of time.
    Nevertheless, she let Jay know the outcome. When she did, he said, “Oh, my God, that was my dead sister. She always called me Howie. My real name is Howard.”
    I thought of the Master’s explanation that the soul is conscious energy, and also his disturbing suggestion that such energy is accessible to technological manipulation, and that it can be exploited by those with the means to do so, and I remembered the way that the dead and the visitors seem to show up together.
    Once a man telephoned me and explained that his seven-year-old boy had awakened with a number of these creatures in his bedroom, and his older brother had been with them. The older brother had said to tell their parents that he was all right. Moments later, his wife had observed a huge light race away from the house.
    He had gotten through to me via my literary agents, desperate to know if this had ever happened to anybody else.
    I was able to tell him that it was a commonplace of the close encounter experience, although undocumented by UFO investigators, because it obviously suggests that something quite unexpected and very little understood is actually going on.
    The reason that he was so eager to know this was that the older brother, their seventeen-year-old son, had been killed the previous week in an auto accident.
    Another incident took place, also involving Glennys MacKay, that convinced me once and for all that the Master’s detailed explanations of the soul must in some sense be correct. It does persist after the death of the body, perhaps not as a disincarnate version of the person who lived, but in some coherent manner.
    Anne and I were driving Glennys and her husband to dinner. I asked her if she always saw the dead. She said that she did. So I asked her if there were any dead with us at that moment. She said yes, that a dead person was with me. He was wearing a tuxedo and he had played the piano. Then she added, also the violin.
    As a lover of classical music, that could cover a pretty broad range of performers I’ve enjoyed. But then she added, “He says his name is Milton.”
    I was so surprised that I almost drove off the highway. She had asked no leading questions—in fact, none at all. She’d simply said what she saw.
    When I was a child, an older boy who lived across the street had played both the piano and the violin. He had become a violinist with the local symphony orchestra, and wore a tuxedo during performances.
    His name had been Milton. I was aware that he’d died in the early seventies, but I had not thought of him, not at all, in at least thirty years.
    Something is out there, something alive, and it is exquisitely aware of our lives and associations, and I am going to let myself believe that the situation is as the Master of the Key has claimed.
    When I asked him what the soul was, he replied that it was a “radiant body,” potentially. “Formed out of conscious energy.”
    He said that it is not passive to manipulation, but that a relationship must be formed with it if one is to really engage with it. He added that “it is part of the electromagnetic spectrum, easily detectable by your science as it exists now.”
    Researchers like William Roll have presented evidence that plasmas are associated with ghostly presences, and done this using relatively straightforward