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date: 1916-03-07

names-on-the-page: Patience, Mr. Chaurvenet, The Family.

transcription: March 7, 1916

Mr. Chauvenet,
The Family.

Mr. Chauvenet asked if Patience could read minds. We
told him that she said of this before.

Patience: "This be atrue and yet how be it that that
cometh from out thy in-man, and be not yet afinished
and standeth not as a thing, that a one, e'en though he
be astripped o' flesh, see and know this, thy thought,
e'en though thast hast ne'er given birth to it?

"See, nay thought be, save that that be set afleshed o'
word that men know. Yes, and he who cometh unto thy day
shall ne'er aspend o' naught save the coin o' thy day."

We all remarked that she seemed to like to talk philosophy and
religion when Mr. Chauvenet was present.

Patience: (To Mr. Chauvenet) "See ye, man; flesh be the veil o' the here,
and 'tis the in-man that be the veil unto thee athere.
Astripped o' flesh, man beeth as his brother. See, man, this
abe a bittered draft for men o' earth who do for to sup but the
froth's foam off the earth's wave.

"Loraday! Thee'lt know that that standeth as the thought o'
ye shall be as a tongued flame o' thousandth wisdom at thy
come ahere.

"Yea, thoughts be as the scripts o' all the earth's days; for
that that filleth Here be amightier than thy scripts o' all
the earth's days. E'en as a dust's mite be thy scripts unto
this wisdom's fount. Yea, thy sages be the fools o' the
courts ahigh."

We discussed this and Mr. Chauvenet began to speculate on what the hereafter might be in the measure of wisdom and pleasure.
Patience said:

"Hark! Hark ye! Dream thee with thy handmaid. That thou
mightst sup the wraithed scent o' the lilies o' all the earth's
days. Think ye on it!

"Shouldst thee bask athin the chained golded strand o' joyed
smiles that builded them 'midst the day's hours since Time.
Think ye on it!

"That thou mightest succor 'neath the softed hands that have
soothed the earth's woes through Time. Think ye on it!

"That thy atom mightest set it unto the building up o' the
mighty pillar o' thy blood's building since Time. Think ye on
it!

"This be the task o' the mighty sages. Yea, and yet look!
Love be the Ever-day o' earth. See, and He hath spoke this
Ahere be love. So needst thou that ye see this thing?"

He she asked if we wanted her to write on the Sorry Tale
and we assenting, she wrote 500 words of it. Then she said:

"See, I did to prance me o' the Tale. There be nay a longish
o' it. See ye, she the Sage, who hath lent o' the hand o' her

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