THINKING you may be interested, I am sending you some of the many experiences I have had.

One night in November, 1933, in a dream, I thought I was in a strange country, when a gentleman came up and asked me if I came from the Old Country and if I liked he would take me sight-seeing. After spending a very enjoyable time with him, I thought I would return to my ship. It was getting dark and I had difficulty in finding the way back to the right dock. But I finally heard the buzzer of my ship sounding and I knew that she was sailing at 11 o’clock. So we ran from one dock to another until at last I found my ship, three minutes before she sailed.

I was very troubled when I awoke, and made a note of it and of the date. I asked my son when he returned from his voyage what had happened on that date. This was his answer—he had gone through the very experience I had had in my dream.

Another experience: I was almost thrown out of bed one night. At that very moment my son’s ship had collided with a barge and he was thrown out of his bunk.

My other sailor son has a weak heart and I can tell the moment he picks up the pen to write to me by the pain in my heart. I do not get the pain again until the letter arrives in England.

The same son was in Australia. He smashed his little finger. For three weeks I was pressing my little finger because of the pain, and it was not until I heard from him telling of it that the pain left me.

My youngest son went back after his Christmas leave. He did not write for two weeks. I became very worried. Every morning I would sit up in bed and cough until I felt too weak to get out of bed. I knew he was ill. Finally I received a letter from him saying that he had been in the hospital for two weeks suffering from a terrible cough and a touch of pneumonia. On receiving the letter the cough left me.

I am pleased to say that since I have been studying your teachings I am not so negative. At one time I was a martyr to everybody’s pains.