Chapter 36July 18, 1960

And last night especially I had a very positive impression (a sort of feeling) that I can count on you.

We’ll see what can be done for the ‘manuscripts’ on Sunday.

With all my tender affection.

Signed: Mother Of course, we’re dating all these old Questions and Answers, but not everyone pays attention to dates. How can those old ones be mixed with the present things which are on an altogether different plane?

There is an experience in which one is entirely outside of time – that is, ahead, behind, above, below, all these things are one and the same. And at the very moment the identification takes place, there is no longer any past, present or future. And really, it’s the only way to know.

As the experiences unfold, these old Questions and Answers give me the feeling of someone circling outside a garden while describing what’s inside it. But a day comes when you enter the garden, and then you know a little better what’s inside. And I’m starting to enter. I’m starting.

Something interesting happened last night exactly between ten and eleven. I was in some kind of vehicle. I didn’t see the vehicle but I was in it. Someone in front of me was driving, though I could only see his back; I didn’t bother about who it was – he was simply the one meant to do it.

It was as if the doors of destruction had been flung open. Floods – floods as vast as an ocean – were rushing down onto ... something ... the earth? A formidable current pouring down at an insane speed, with an unstoppable power. It was brackish water – not transparent, but brackish. And it was