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here from CHAPTER II:

EVERY great sage has said: "There is nothing in the universe impossible of accomplishment." Every philosopher and mystic has declared: "Whatsoever the human mind can imagine, it can ultimately achieve."

Creation and re-creation is as simple as that. The will to create is actualized throughout all Nature. It is behind the science of all predictive arts. We know that every psychical experience comes to us from the reservoir of the unknown, but it is none-the-less real for it portends the coming of future events. When the mind is properly attuned it captures the universal flow of life. One-day science will realize there is nothing supernatural, but only higher arcs of the natural exemplified.

The coming of Diane, that lovely lady from Venus, the world might call an experience in the "miraculous", yet this strange happening proves there are points of specialization somewhere out in space. While the modus operandi of such a phenomenon is still beyond ordinary comprehension it can be intelligently explained.

Your author first made contact with DIANE in June 1939. I quote from MY FLIGHT TO VENUS:

"Still wrapped in the warm intoxication of the spirit, my vision was directed to a gnarled (knudrete) old tree overlooking the antediluvian hills. Leaning casually against the grotesque trunk was a woman being of unsurpassed loveliness. Her head was radiant with a crown of fire, strands of golden hair cascading gently over her beautiful, slightly olive-tinted shoulders. The strange mystic light flooding her dark, prophetic eyes, added a wistful something to all her other charms.

"I seemed to glide on rhythmic feet toward this lovely creature as though she were expecting me. She smiled her welcome.

"'Have no fears, Child of Earth,' she intoned. 'Let the doors of your mind be opened and we of the faraway planets will speak to you in poetry and song. . 

"It was then I observed for the first time a beautiful rocket-shaped ship suspended in mid-air about three hundred feet from the earth. It was beyond mortal words to describe. In the main it seemed to be constructed of some sort of translucent materials, but trimmed in gold, and gem-studded. An almost invisible "ladder" extended from the ship to the earth, and I obediently followed the radiant being up the filmy stairs without questioning. Once aboard, my sacrosanct (hellig/ukrenkelig) companion vanished, and I never saw her again."

Materialization

On April 29, 1955, DIANE returned. This is how it happened:

Reverend Bertie Lillie Candler, proclaimed by many as the greatest physical medium of the world was holding a private seance at the Church of Divine Light, 837 South Parkview Street, Los Angeles, California.

I had never attended a materialization seance before, and my inquiring mind asked all sorts of questions. As my cerebral atoms whirled with curiosity toward the close of the meeting the "little white church" seemed to me, electrified with a powerful vibration.

Then-some ten or twelve feet from the draped-off area where Reverend Candler was in deep trance I saw a rising glow of phosphorescence. It was very tall at first, but out of this phosphorescent substance a form began to manifest itself. She was definitely different from the other "spirit" manifestations, a solid, fleshly being, delicate in charm and manner.

She called for DANA. Overwhelmed with emotion I could not choke back, I went up to her, standing only inches away from the manifestation. While I did not recognize her instantly, I knew there was something quaintly familiar about her. Standing like a sylph-like goddess, and bowing low in greeting to the twenty-seven persons present, the rich tones of her voice vibrated through the little church.

"I AM DIANE. I COME FROM VENUS."

Once adjusted to the vibrations she dwindled in size until judged her to be about five feet tall. As she tossed back the well-shaped head revealing her perfectly chiseled features, there was no mistaking her identity. She was the same "being of unsurpassed loveliness" who sixteen years earlier had escorted me to the waiting spaceship.

I was speechless at first, my thoughts tumbling over one another I finally managed to say:

"Are you my mentor . . . the person who has been giving me those wonderful discourses?"

She answered: "Yes. This is the first time we of the greate planets have been permitted to come to beings of earth. From now on we shall be with you, always."

Diane then went into a few moments of profound discoursing the content of which I could not recall later. Before taking her leave as if to reassure me that she was not an imposter, she placed a corner of her jewel-bedecked garment in my hands that I might feel the texture of the fabric-materials I quickly identified as "Venusian".

She then went into a beautiful, rhythmic dance described by one onlooker as "The rhythm of the ocean waves." She finally bade us all good night and with her fragile hand on my shoulder she melted into the nothingness.

Lucile Points, of Los Angeles, one of the questers present on that memorable night says of the event:

Mrs. Gladys Campbell of Alhambra, California and her friend Mrs. Maude Haas both of whom were present that night have made a joint statement.

The following letter from L. M. Cahill is still more explanatory:

A final statement from Reverend Beulah Englund should prove conclusively that Diane was not an ordinary materialization-but something beyond the scope of knowledge of all those present.

The appearance of the lovely Diane in the "little white church in Los Angeles" is only one side of the miracle that occurred on April 29, 1955. Out on the desert where your author resides during resort season, another miracle had happened. Mrs. Barbara MacDonald, a member of the Ground Observation Corp, a civilian agency attached to the Air Force reported that her skywatchers had broadcast four strange ships seen high in the desert skies during the week of Diane's visitation. There was no chance for error here.

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Mrs. McDonald further relates that a few nights later, Jan Carlyle, secretary of a prominent Palm Springs attorney, another duly appointed skywatcher, reported a similar happening. This ship was virtually the same in appearance. It was described as unusual in size-the same long row of portholes and travelling at fabulous speed. It too was noiseless. Repeating substantially the same story as young Mooney, the ship vanished into thin air while the watcher's eyes were upon it.

Again Mrs. McDonald tells of another similar incident. Rickey Anderson, another skywatcher and a decided unbeliever in the "saucer theory", reported a few nights later the appearance of two such ships traversing the desert skies. He described the light streaming from the portholes as a luminous blue-white light. The ships were travelling in an easterly direction and he followed them over the little town of Thousand Palms, California, but like the others they disappeared into the invisible beyond.

Your author has been reliably informed that all four sightings have been duly classified by the Air Force as "unidentified flying objects."

Again, a few nights later the townspeople of Desert Hot Springs, California, a health resort located ten miles from Palm Springs, were alerted by a different kind of craft. Flying the skies, almost directly over my home, Joe and Marian Merrick made this sighting report:

"It was 7 o'clock in the evening," say the Merricks. "We were sitting on our front porch when suddenly we saw a strange object in the sky, the forepart of the ship a huge orange disc, the tail portion made up of blue-green lights which seemed to flash a luminosity over the desert sky. It was broad daylight and visability over the broad expanse of open desert made the sighting stand out in bas relief.

We watched it for quite a long time. There was no wind. A quiet still desert evening. Then as suddenly as it appeared it took off at great speed and disappeared into thin air."

Joe and Marian Merrick,

Desert Hot Springs, California.

This sighting was confirmed by countless other individuals but I quote from the lips of Mrs. Agnes Gentile who has been a desert resident for many years and familiar with desert sky phenomena.

Now comes the poser, where did these strange ships come from? Are there transporting currents in the atmosphere about which oui scientists know nothing? Will voyaging to the stars be a common - place when we learn these secrets? Again ...was the lovely Diane "teleported" from one of these ships or did she come over the clouds from Venus? Are the ships equipped with some sort of mechanism capable of rendering them invisible as it would appear? Perhaps teleportative methods is the answer to their sudden appearance and the same abrupt disappearance. There seem to be no differing accounts in this particular. Their speed and maneuverability is beyond our comprehension. They seem to flash through the skies with lightning - quick velocity, then without a wave of warning, dissolve into nothingness.

Is this the way God works his miracles? Is this something we might hope for out of our own illimitable future?

On page 39 the author tells of her own trip to the higher levels of planet Venus and how the dimensionbarrier/lightbarrier was passed. Others have told of similar experiences when the ship seems to make a dimension-jump as ex. Meier on his trips with Semjase. But here from the experience of Dana Howard:

…a few lines from MY FLIGHT TO VENUS illustrates this point perfectly.

"During flight we seemed to penetrate many dimensions of abstract space. There was no static. No interference. Then something happened. It was like a gentle explosion of gorgeous colors accompanied by an experience akin to an orgasm of spirit and matter. There was no time after that. No space in the usual connotation of space. All was consciousness. Absolute consciousness."

Many times since that memorable date I have tried to arrive at some logical conclusion as to what actually happened. Did I leave my body behind, travelling only in a finer vehicle? Or was it true teleportation and I took my body with me? Did the atoms of my body actually disintegrate at one point, re - materialize in another?

I am sure the form that housed the beautiful spirit of DIANE was composed of pure protoplasm (the essence of all things). It was apparent too that the other spirit manifestations that appeared in the Church of Divine Light were made up of the usual ectoplasms drawn from the medium and the guests. There is as wide a difference between protoplasm and ectoplasm as there is between flesh and spirit.

Many of those present observed the breastplate that seemed to fit over Diane's gown. This was obviously the "hub", the center point of contact where fusion takes place. From this point the plasms are united and molded into manifestation. From this magnetized center Diane could follow the lines of force travelling over the face of the earth and also traversing every star and planet in the entire universal system.

Plasms are existent in all higher ethers. Plasm is the true creative substance. It is the substance used in spiritual healing. When we learn how to control the plasms we will have done away with ailing bodies.

Universal cooperation is ALL WORLDLY. There are worlds on every level of existence, worlds within worlds each one functioning according to its own fixed rhythm. All are blended or welded into the Greater Universe. When we have conquest of space, like the Venusians, we will be able to reach them, one and all. We will be able to draw on the consciousness of these worlds …..

Then we jump to page 53 and the chapter:

IT was early morning and the golden sands of the desert were breakfasting on the first glow of the sun's actinic rays. I loved to walk at this hour when all the unseen little people were gay - filled with the spirit of the new - born day. I could see them now in my mind's eye as they danced with the rhythm of abandonment, tuned with the orchestration of the spirit of life.

Making my way over the wind - swept sand dunes drinking in inspiration for my day of work, I came to a sudden halt. It had happened many times of late - a tingling sensation of my body - bells ringing from afar - the fragrance from beautiful flowers strains of melody floating in from out of the nowhere.

A patch of soft sand beneath a sprawling greasewood bush beckoned to me. It was an ecstatic moment, that sharpening of the perceptions of my mind. . . then a merging with an "alien" something as though I were being hooked up with all the main lines of the Cosmos. This cosmic clairvoyance I had come to welcome for I knew I would soon be honored by HER saintly presence. Then came the concordant tone of voice I had come to know so well.

"Child of Earth . . . it is with the spirit of gladness I greet you this day out on the clean desert sands. It was from the same clean sands we of Venus found our way to the throne of God. We did not arrive at our journey's end by way of platitudes and dramatic petitions. You will find our footprints one by one over the stepping stones to the arcs of Venusian splendor. Out where the wilderness is wild, you too will come to know the meaning of God. This is the lesson earthman must learn, my child. He has chosen the arduous way through supplication and sacrifice. He has tried to reach God as though he were trying to climb a ladder of gold - rung by rung. Just as your plodding footsteps have moved slowly over the evolutionary sands of time - just so your approach to God's throne has been a slow - paced crawl. Many start, but few arrive. The rungs of the golden ladder are broken before the throne is reached.

Through the long eons of time, from our exalted summit, we have watched the milling masses of earth's children. We have seen them stumble along earth's hills and valleys. Our lights have beamed over the bright spots, they have tarried longer over the areas where tears have rained down upon the bloody paths man of earth has ordained to travel. At times our lights have burned with luminous intensity, at other seasons only a dim flicker could find its way through the fog.

"Yes, Child of Earth - we have watched our younger brethren stumble and fall. We have observed him on bended knee before the altars of earth's temples. How harrowing have been his entreaties for the favors of God! But here has been where earth - man has erred. Though ardent have been his prayers, though bountiful has been his praise and thanksgiving not always have his invocations reached the Supreme over them ALL. In fact, rarely does earthman raise his vibrations to the God level.

"Few worship God in the same way. To some God is LOVE. To others God is POWER. To many He is INTELLIGENCE. And so on and on. The way to God's throne is not segment by segment. It requires no ritualistic drama, but rather it is as simple as turning on your electric light switch - or turning the ignition key on your motor car.

We Venusians KNOW that GOD is the Source of all things. We KNOW that HE is everywhere present. That HE is in every created thing. We know that GOD owns (ARE) the UNIVERSE. That we own nothing. Human life comes into being unbound by possessions. The harvest man gathers through life he cannot take with him when he departs. All things are loaned by GOD. They are treasures to be glorified while we use them, but we know that one day we must give them back to HIM from whence they came. Being eternally aware that we own nothing of ourselves - that GOD's beneficient storehouses are ever open to us from the smallest need to the grandest luxury we borrow freely on a prodigious scale. GOD trusts us to pay our honest debts. HE knows we will not misapply HIS treasures. That we will return His gifts at the close of our day.

"Child of Earth - prayers to GOD need not be abstruse (vanskelig). GOD knows the needs of HIS children before they ask. HIS blessings HE has created for their advantage. Does not your Bible state:

'In the beginning was the WORD and the WORD was made flesh.' Do you believe that my daughter? It means does it not, that we have only to tune our thoughts to GOD'S thoughts - to speak and all blessings shall be ours. In the conception of GOD, man's daily manna and castles of gold are of the same equal value. When GOD is enthroned in our hearts we are part of the very breath of creation, small or large.

"No, my daughter, ours is not a miracle existence. We are not what earthman calls . . . magicians. We possess no magical formulas. GOD is our magic. GOD is our formulas. Authors and theologians alike have endeavored to expound this principle, but few there are who have applied it to the worship of their daily lives. Though men of earth have built fences and pillars of marble around GOD'S glorified concepts, at the same time he has never bothered to remove the boulders he has placed in the way of his true understanding.

"Child of Earth - the greater number of earth's children have never learned their mission toward GOD. Earth man has not known the why of his birth. My daughter. . . God's children are brought into fleshly manifestation that they might gain needed experience. Man goes out from GOD'S house an infant in understanding. He returns a Sage. He is sent over roads dotted with thorns and thistles - often he must swim through a river of tears, but this is only that he might find himself, by himself. God knows that one day he will return mature with knowledge and experience. He knows he is but a prodigal (fortapte sønn) son.

"Why has earthman been so blind? Why has he accepted eons of years of suffering? My daughter . . . only because he has persuaded himself that the earth plane is all there is. Earth - man has been haughty in his self - importance. To gain superiority over all things earthly has been his vain - glorious ambition. His lordly goal. Earthman has chosen the illusion of growth. He has exalted man - made scientific grandeur over the majesty of GOD'S universe. He swells with pride at the sound of the hammer, he thrills to the blade of the sword. Seldom does he pause in the silence to breathe in God's wondrous sunshine. Rarely does he accept that which his senses have not substantiated. Earthman, believing all is contained within his own plane of existence, has gone contrary to the echo in his heart. He has floundered in the illusions he has built up for himself.

From our exalted heights we have beseeched earthman to listen - to turn his gaze upward. But more often than not his vision has been blinded by his egotistical viewpoint. Our lights have blinded him rather than inspired him. The worlds ethereal, the star - strewn heavens - the planets so far away to him - they are all a part of an unsolved enigma. Earthman prefers it that way. A few short years of earthly sojourn (opphold), then the state he calls death. Only birth and death and the time between does he comprehend.

GOD knows no boundaries, concrete or etherial. We know that nothing is born of man, even superior man. Forms may come and go, but that which animates form goes on forever.

"My daughter. . . earthman is a born procrastinator (utsetter). To him today does not exist, only yesterday and tomorrow. GOD dares not procrastinate (forsinke) for one single, infinitesimal moment. Should HE do so the very heavens would tumble down. GOD does not slumber. He does not rest. Never for one instant does he - relax his vigilance for with GOD there is no beginning and no ending. The crudities of today are the perfection's of tomorrow.

"All things stream out from Source. All things go back to Source. We Venusians have learned how to control and utilize this "source material". It is the taproot of our greatness for plasms are the substance of the soul.

"Child of Earth . . . remember always, GOD preceded all thought. HE preceded all form. GOD is as close to you as breath itself. You have only to throw the switch to reach GOD'S powerhouse. And . . . there is but ONE POWER. It is the motivating force (drivkraften) behind all manifest creation. There is but ONE GOD - a GOD to be worshipped in HIS ESSENCE not in his image.

"I take my leave now, Child of Earth," she said. The tap of her long tapering fingers I felt upon my shoulder - the light touch of her holy kiss, I felt upon my lips. DIANE vanished as she came - back into the invisible ethers.

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