I See For You

By "LOUIS"

(Send your questions direct to
LOUIS, 1411 East Missouri, Phoenix,
Ariz., enclosing a stamped, self-
addressed envelope. For those who
wish personal replies, a minimum
contribution of $2 per question
should be included.)

DEAR LOUIS -- We loved your
predictions for 1962. How did
you come out percentagewise on
your 1961 listing ? -- H. O.,
Reading, Penn.

DEAR H.O. -- From what read-
ers tell me, I came out about
90 percent this time. Frankly,
I'm too busy to keep score; why
don't you figure it out for
'62 and let me know. I predict
it will be at least 80 percent
and possibly in the 90's.

DEAR LOUIS -- You always seem
to be very humorous in your
answers to questions. We cannot imagine a seer such as you
laughing. Is it not true that

Jesus did not laugh? -- E.S.,
Minneapolis, Minn.

DEAR E.S. -- Our function on
this earth plane is to live --
and living means a series of
mistakes along with progress.
If one can laugh, he, by that
act, raises his consciousness
above the level of the mistake
into the area of understanding
and growth. The great one Buddha said, "He who forgets how
to laugh forgets how to live."
Yes, Jesus must have had a
wonderful sense of humor, in

spite of the fact the painters
give him a smileless face.

DEAR LOUIS -- I have a condition that comes upon me when
my husband is around. Could it
be that I'm allergic to him?
L.G., San Francisco, Calif.

DEAR L. G. -- Allergies are
the result of our thinking, so
if you think something is causing a reaction within you,
then it is. Your solution is --
either change your thinking or
your husband.

DEAR LOUIS -- Can you find me
a man? -- H.M., Scottsdale, Ariz.

DEAR FRIEND -- I suggest you
get rid of the one you have
before you start looking for
another.

DEAR LOUIS -- Mother wants me
to marry one fellow and my
father wants me to marry another. Which one do you suggest? -- P.S., Oakland, Calif.

DEAR P.S. -- I wouldn't marry
either one. Your mother chose
a fellow who reminds her of
one of her loves; your father
chose a fellow who reminds him
of himself. Honey, marriage is
not a matter of pleasing some
one else. You please yourself.
I would suggest you look for
your own fellow, marry him --
then come home and say, "This
is the one I've chosen."

DEAR LOUIS -- Had I waited
the three months you suggested, I would have made several
thousand dollars more on my
property. Why didn't you tell
me? -- C. G., Dallas, Texas.

REALLY NOW, what else could
I do? I told you, "Hold off
selling for three months, and
material advantage will be
yours." The trouble is, you
ask -- but do not listen.

DEAR LOUIS -- Is peyote use
ful in psychic development? --
J.K., San Diego, Calif.

DEAR J.K. -- Peyote is a type

of drug; therefore, it is not
a natural food. Peyote does
produce a psychic set-up for
some -- but remember, it is
present while the drug is ac
tive in the body. A car will
take you downtown, but it does
not teach you to walk.

Books

SPACE-AGE SELF HYPNOSIS by
Volney G. Mathison. 120 pp.
$3. Pub. by Volney Mathison,
1214 W. 30, Los Angeles, Cal.

Persons who are sick, or
think they are sick, go to a
doctor, clinic, or quack. Some
come away still sick, or still
thinking they're sick -- which
is pretty much the same thing.
So, sometimes on the advice of
the doctor, they take their
troubles to a psychoanalyst,
or a psychiatrist -- which is
like taking a car with foul
spark plugs to a jeweler. He
may not be able to do anything
for them, but he certainly can
look wise, and charge plenty
for the look. He salves his
conscience with the knowledge
they should have known better
than to come to him in the
first place. After all, look at
him and his family -- they show

no evidence of taking their
own medicine. Or maybe they do!

Volney Mathison, in "SpaceAge Self Hypnosis", shows little sympathy for the heartless
leeches who prey on the mentally ill -- the psychoanalysts
and the psychiatrists. Pointing out the huge sums spent to
keep these supercilious "Doctors" listening to the meanderings of their customers, he
puts much of the blame back on
Papa Freud and his neurotic
sexual background for what has
become one of the boldest, yet
legal, robberies of the 20th
Century.

To prove that all is not
hopeless for those whose illnesses an honest doctor (and
there still are a few sincere
non-specialists) cannot help,
Volney thumbnails his bionucleonic, anti-anti-sexual treatises of his previous tomes, and proceeds to prove, by example after example -- that such
cases can be and have been
helped by dehypnotizing self-
hypno tapes. These cases are
highlighted by Volney's most
famous case -- a Canadian child
who first had to be treated for
the harm doctors had done before she could understand she

didn't have to die of medical
malpractice.

Volney, whose invention of
the Electropsychometer has led
him on a "trail of tears" thru
Dianetics, Concept Therapy,
and another "ic" or "ism" now
and then, offers the Electropsychometer and the bedside
tape recorder (with some taped
suggestions, of course) as the
grappling hook that'll get down
into the millions of subconsciousnesses and null out the
seed of the ailment -- root and
all. The pretty woman who can't
stand men, or the super-salesman who will do all possible
to keep from making any money,
are sick -- almost as sick as
the psychoanalysts they got so
little help from. Now, after a
few hundred hours -- some more
and some less -- relaxing their
left toes, right heel, genital
organs, and other parts of
their bodies -- they should not
be surprised if the former
man-hating woman tries to join
the Elks Club and the man be
They will have arrived -- cured
of all except the tape-listening habit. Or does this wear
off? Volney doesn't say. -- Trah
Nika.