I WISH to tell you of some real, conscious work I was allowed to do and bring back the knowledge of it. I woke up about four o’clock this morning, and after a little while left my body. I went out over the city, but saw the lights under me only very dimly. Then suddenly I was over a beautiful countryside, slopes of green, dense forests, a river in a valley, and a grand old castle on the side of a mountain.

I realized that I was in England and something told me it was Sussex County. I was on the etheric plane close to the earth, for I saw the Sun go down (When in the astral there is a peculiar light, and I always know whether I’m there by that light).

I at once knew I wanted to enter that castle. I walked in through the door, and looked around. It was a beautiful place, magnificent in its stone masonry and great round towers. Great space everywhere, heavy carved furniture and rich draperies. The moment I entered I sensed that this place was haunted by bad spirits and that I was to cleanse it of them. I saw nobody, neither spirits or humans; but I felt that a force was circling around me and trying to frighten me. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t—something was getting at my throat.

I felt unseen helpers were near, and suddenly a small stick like a wand, about ten inches long and of white color, appeared in front of me. It materialized in midair and vibrated before my eyes. I grasped it in my right hand, and as I did so became quite calm. I traced a cross with it in the air, and spoke with a loud, clear voice, “In the name of Jesus Christ, depart from the dwellings of men and never come back.” Then a rush of cold air swept