the return of edgar cayce
As transcribed by C. Terry Cline, Jr.
Other works by C. Terry Cline, Jr.
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Death Knell
Cross Current
Mindreader
Missing Persons
The Attorney Conspiracy
Prey
Quarry
Reaper
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Cayce, Edgar, 1877-1945 (Spirit)
The return of Edgar Cayce / as transcribed by C. Terry Cline, Jr.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-59692-374-4 (hardcover)
1. Cayce, Edgar, 1877-1945. 2. Parapsychology. 3. Prophecies
(Occultism) 4. Forecasting. I. Cline, C. Terry. II. Title.
BF1040.C385 2011
133.9’3—dc23
2011050211
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Dedicated to
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Seymour Sietz
and to Bills I can never repay for enduring friendship:
Bill Adams
Bill Suttlemyre
Bill Ross
And as always, to Judith Richards and Linda Cline
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—Foreword—
I became interested in Edgar Cayce during the mid-sixties. I was flying to New York City with a layover in Georgia. An acquaintance in Atlanta gave me a book titled Edgar Cayce on Atlantis. She said the text had upset her and she wanted my opinion of the thoughts in that tome, specifically concerning reincarnation.
I read the book on the plane; for three days I stayed in my NYC hotel room and read continuously. What did I think? I thought Mr. Cayce had revealed my inner thoughts about a lot of things, including Atlantis. Was this fellow for real?
Thus began a fifty-year odyssey in search of Edgar Cayce, the so-called sleeping prophet.
According to what I read about him, if he was given a person’s location anywhere in the world, he could diagnose that person’s medical problems and then offer advice for a cure. He achieved this by lying down, closing his eyes, folding his hands across his abdomen, and entering a hypnotic trance, as though sleeping. During the self-induced sleep he claimed to reach the Universal Wave where time and distance had no meaning. These sessions were referred to as readings, and for forty-three years of his adult life Edgar Cayce answered questions sent to him. Sometimes the topic would be a life-threatening illnessother cases would be as simple as getting rid of warts or overcoming a balding head.
He spoke of auras, soul mates, and universal laws that ruled the lives of mankind. Now and then he was asked to give readings regarding career opportunities, marital problems, and the difficulty of raising children. Nothing was too far afield to be considered. He delved into politics, fortune hunting, and human relations. If asked, he answered. What kind of hoax was this?
I went to Selma, Alabama, where he’d worked as a photographer. I met his barber and neighbors who had lived next door, people for whom he had done medical readings, members of his church, a woman who knew his wife.
In Hopkinsville, Kentucky, where he was born March 18, 1877, and where he is now buried, I wandered around town talking to people who knew him, some for whom he had done readings. Was he real? Oh, yes! Down to Earth, everybody said. A good man, truly good. He taught Sunday School. He was an avid gardener. He was a good husband, father of two sons, a devout Christian. He was, absolutely everyone reported, an ordinary man.
During his lifetime he was consulted by people from every walk of life. He counseled on proper diet (which he ignored for himself), the importance of exercise, a proper attitude and above all the importance of devotion to God.
Eventually I traveled to Virginia Beach, Virginia, to the Association for Research and Enlightenment, a nonprofit organization established by Cayce to further his psychic endeavors. More than fourteen thousand readings had been transcribed as he spoke. They are on file at ARE, the surest proof of his uncanny insights: predictions of things in the future, medical advice that is still referred to sixty years later by people in need.
Lying on his couch in a hypnotic trance, Mr. Cayce extracted information during “life readings” that covered a person’s karma from past incarnations. People living today had lived before, some of them ten thousand years before! Some descended from Atlantis when that great continent was destroyed. Atlanteans fled to Egypt, also to present day Spain, and to the landmass that became the Americas. Out of these life readings Mr. Cayce revealed biblical history, human development, the truth about Adam and Eve, the Garden of Eden and other questions. How were the pyramids built? Has Earth been visited by beings from other planets?
In the beginning of his career as a psychic, he suffered several unhappy experiences when strangers stuck him with pins to test whether he was truly unconscious. Many wanted predictions about the stock market and tips on where to drill for oil. When he awoke from sessions like those, he suffered terrible headaches. Thereafter he insisted that his beloved wife Gertrude should act as controller, protecting him from thoughtless intrusions, senseless pricks and pinches. His secretary, Gladys Davis, came to work with Cayce September 10, 1923, and thereafter his remarks were taken down verbatim. When Cayce awoke from a trance, he usually had no idea what he had said. The transcribed readings were his only indication of what had transpired. The result was nearly fifteen thousand documented sessions delivered during his lifetime.
As his fame grew, Cayce was investigated by historians, the medical profession, theologians, and scientists. The majority of skeptics went away convinced that Edgar Cayce was the greatest psychic who ever lived. During his lifetime he was consulted by Woodrow Wilson, George Gershwin, Irving Berlin, and Thomas Edison. But most of his readings were for the average man or woman who had a problem and needed assistance.
Many books have been written about Edgar Cayce. Thomas Sugrue’s excellent biography There Is a River relates Cayce’s early life and subsequent service to the needs of mankind. Other books described his thoughts on specific subjects, medical and physical, past and future. As a Christian, Cayce had
read the Bible once for every year of his life. He was devout and prayerful. When he was a child, he had a vision of an angel who asked what he wanted to accomplish in life. Thirteen-year-old Edgar declared that he wanted to help people, particularly children. The angel indicated it would come to pass. And it did.
The more I learned about the man, the greater was my admiration. He was a good person, dedicated to worthy deeds.
So then, in early 2011, after completing my latest novel, I sat at the computer one day wondering what to write next. I was astonished to see text flow onto the monitor. The first sentence was exactly what you will read in the following chapters. These were not my thoughts! I’d never heard some of the words he used. “Lucubration,” for example, which means to work, write, or study laboriously, usually at night.
Cayce? I called in my wife, Judith. “Look at this,” I said. “I think that’s Edgar Cayce!”
She gave me two aspirin and a cup of decaf coffee.
Every morning, there he was again. He woke me out of a sound sleep and I stumbled into my office and sat at the computer ready to receive.
If this was Cayce I didn’t want to waste a minute of it. I began asking friends (in person and on Facebook) if they had questions they wanted to pose to him.
Most of the inquiries were mundane—will I marry next year? Will my book become a best-seller? Should I invest in the stock market again?
Cayce wouldn’t reply to questions he described as “temporal.” But now and then, he did answer, sometimes with humor.
Q: Why did the Mayan calendar end on December 21, 2012?
A: “The man chiseling stone got carpel tunnel syndrome and went home.”
I tried not to interject myself into these messages. Maybe I succeeded and possibly I didn’t, but I attempted to make the dialogue as little my own as possible.
The process was exciting and revealing. People of my acquaintance were generally forgiving of this new eccentricity, making gentle jokes about communing with Cayce. My wife, author Judith Richards, was very patient and understanding. My former wife and our writing partner, Linda Cline, encouraged me to continue. “If he could speak to the deceased when he was alive,” Linda reasoned, “surely he can speak to the living now that he is dead!”
Edgar Cayce cautioned me, “Don’t show off.”
I hope I have been true to his wishes and that this book is something that would not embarrass him. Some days I sat for hours and nothing happened. Another time, the words poured forth. I began each session asking, “Is there anything you would like to say, Mr. Cayce?” Sometimes there was, sometimes not. As I received questions from friends and associates, online and by telephone, I relayed them immediately.
I have not rearranged the sequence of these statements, taking them down exactly as I perceived them over a period of many weeks. On occasion they were redundant. Topics would swing to the future, the past, or the present. Some of the inquiries were touching. From a mother in South Alabama came this letter on Facebook, reprinted here exactly as it was written:
Dear Mr. Cayce: If uR, were or visited the place we call ‘heaven’—R my dogs and cats who have passed really up there fishing and having a blast w/my grandparents now? My parents told me they were. Tk u 4 this info; we miss them so much. It is of great importance to us, esp. now our daughter believes her animals R there 2. Welcome back &O! Let us know if u need a place 2 stay till U can afford a house in Baldwin County. Do U plan to live here on the coast? Good luck!
His response is in the text that follows: “Man and beast, denizens of the sea, and birds of the firmament will share a common celestial state.”
This experience has given me a new perspective on life and death and love. I come away with great affection for my fellow man.
I hope the results herein will do the same for you.
—C. Terry Cline, Jr.
the return of edgar cayce
“Before the body died in 1945, it said we’d be back in 2050. That alone should have told you the world would not end December 21, 2012. But now as a part of the Universal Wave that contains all of everything any of us needs, it seems important to report on what is, and what will be. Therefore these observations come from beyond the corporeal world, using the physical body of this author to take notes for your benefit.
As for the past, it has been well documented. Previous readings are at the Association for Research and Enlightenment in Virginia Beach, Virginia, United States of America. They are available for anyone to read. This is not a defense of errors in judgment, primarily because final judgment may be premature. Things that were yet to be in 1945 may have occurred unnoticed and are no less accurate, although as yet unrecognized.
There are disadvantages to entrapment in a human body. Free of physical limitations, time and space become a continuum of past, present, and future. There are no walls of daylight and dark. Years become a trillionth of a second in the tick of creation.
That which Man does not understand has always become mythic tales to explain the inexplicable. Hopefully these writings will dispel the mysticism and illuminate the truth. In the end, all that is has always been, and will forevermore be. Birth is not the onset, nor death the terminus, but merely aspects of existence. Like steam to water to solid ice, form is a visible indicator of matter. Stone can be magma crushed and molten flowing, but no less stone. The diamond is a rock. Under pressure and heat a stone becomes a gem. But it is no less a rock. Therefore we are what we are, and what we have always been. Dust and granite are not ultimate states, but phases in passing.
So it is with people, shaped by hardship, formed by personal stress; remember that heat and pressure make the jewel. Be kind in judgment of others. Life is in constant flux. Bad today becomes good tomorrow. Before you judge harshly, do not forget that what they are will change. And so will you.
Feed the hungry. Poverty is not class distinction. Penury is temporary. But also pity the rich, for that too shall pass. In the end, solid becomes vapor and over eons planets are composed of stellar dust. Nothing is permanent and everything is subject to metamorphosis.
It is a wise entity who helps those in need, because generosity ripples across the galaxy of mankind’s existence and ultimately returns. Assistance extended to others is not expended, but invested. Good deeds rebound in kind. Gentle parents engender tender progeny. A compassionate hand lifts the lesser among us. Empathy is unguent for the soul, good for he who bestows sympathy as well as he who receives it.
Good devolves to those from whom good comes. Helping others we thereby help ourselves.
So now let us look at evil; should we forgive the transgressors? Would that make them better?
To pardon those who have sinned against us does not cleanse them of wickedness. A malevolent being is not purged of evil by turning the other cheek. Forgiving them, we ease the psychic strain on ourselves, because resentment is a heavy burden to bear. For a particularly heinous crime, altering evil’s physical form is a sensible means of protecting ourselves. When confronted with an evil entity, convert solid to gas. Sent to another plane, the entity will have a chance to change for the better.
But do not eliminate the entity out of revenge. The purpose of converting the transgressor to a gaseous state is to protect future potential victims. If redemption is possible on the human plane, let it be so. You should forgive the offender for your own well-being, not for his.
On the plane where I now exist there is beauty no mortal could imagine. Here the universe can be traversed in an instant passing through glowing remnants of expanding heavens, into and out of the bottomless pits of imploding stars. Gravity cannot seize, nor constrain, bend or detain this spirit on intergalactic patrol. It is comfortable here. The senses do not feel heat or cold. Thermal currents can not sweep away the traveler. Plumes of solar heat do not interfere and nothing in space can destroy this spirit released from the physical bonds of the planet Earth.
In religions from every era no priest ever imagined the heaven that awa
its all living things. Man and beast, denizens of the sea, and birds of the firmament will share a common celestial state. Unhindered by the need to survive and propagate, ambition does not exist. There is no hunger or deprivation.
The streets are not gold; there are no physical markers of time and place. You will not miss pleasures of the flesh. What you can expect is emotion no mortal can experience. It is intercourse without procreation, devoid of social entanglement. There are no entities here in the form of children. Spirits have no body; the desire for family is part of the lure that draws Man back to human configuration. We begin to yearn for the very things from which death has released us. It takes courage to return to a human body. The beat of a heart comes with societal, matrimonial, and psychic pressures. With birth one must begin to relearn lessons as old as mankind. Some souls do not choose to accept rebirth, but many do.
On this plane you are not one entity in the presence of another, but spirits mingling together. One does not touch in a material sense, but like liquids gently blended into a single solvent, souls conjoin. No rapture can compare. It is love in the purest form.
So therefore, fear not the passing of life for there is no death. You are coming to a place of tranquility. Priests of every faith call it heaven, and it is. But abiding in perfect harmony, there is something in the psyche of Man that seeks the challenge of discontent. In the afterbirth of a life lived long, the soul forgets the travails of being human. Memories of hardship fade. We ache for the angst of bearing children, feeding, clothing, and educating them. As stated, that is part of the plot to entice souls back from a place of euphoria.
Fear not death. Fear life. But in all cases, remember that you are where you are because you chose to be. Don’t blame God. The choice was yours.
Now then, about God.
God is what you believe God to be, because God is all things. It would be a mistake to alter Man’s concept of a Supreme Being since there is no ideology that is entirely true or completely wrong. But in every case, the Deity is more than any one religion has envisioned. He is neither he nor she, this nor them, singular nor plural. He is any and all, one and many, encompassing the ever widening universe. To know the nature of God one must accept the seeming contradictions of outer space. Into black holes matter disappears, condensed to microscopic density. While at the same time, new planets are born and the universe expands.
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