LECTURER FINALLY MEETS Father Zero
UNDERSTANDING FOUNDER; Takes a
NOW HE'S A "HEP" ALLY Gander at
By ARTHUR J. BURKS
T'S GETTING there,. thanks to the indefatigable activities of Dr. Daniel W. Fry of Mer lin, Oregon (Box 105), where Headquarters By PHILIP FRIEDMAN
is to be; where it now is. He started it
back in 1955 at El Monte, Calif., and became CRY, BABY, CRY
its first president. On the basis of extra- Cry, baby, cry,
terrestrial communication, he gave the idea a Put your finger in your
resounding name, Understanding. Then it was And tell your mother it
incorporated: Understanding, Inc. Then it had a
magazine, UNDERSTANDING. This autumn, 1963, if
nothing prevents, there will be Radio Understanding, on the air 24 hours daily. I'm hoping
to have my blunt fingers in that somewhere.
A couple of weeks before this writing, I
met Dr. Fry for the first time -- he either flies
too high or I fly too low when we haven't quite
met heretofore -- in Grant's Pass, Ore., where I
was scheduled to talk at the Woman's Club under
Understanding aegis. A quiet fellow, he makes
little fuss, but he certainly must drive fast,
for he was scheduled in San Diego at 9:00 the
next morning; I met him in the afternoon about
5:00 or 6:00.
There are some scores of Understanding units
around the country and abroad. It takes five
persons to set one up, and dedication to keep
one going. I've talked to some big ones, some
small ones, and combinations of small ones. It
has been fun. Charles O. Rhoades, of 2856 N.W.
18th St., Oklahoma City, sent me off more than
a year ago, like a rather bulbous bottle cast
into the sea, to circulate, talking, among the
California units.
I've now made my seventh flight to California, with another scheduled for November, I
almost crossed trails with the Harts, but not
quite. They were at Harmony Grove, where R.A.
Crichton of the Vista Understanding Unit, acted
as MC of a convention. Early in February, I'd.
taken part in Understandorama, with not too
much emphasis on "understanding".
Now, it's different. I'm "hep". There shall
be more, and still more, Understanding units,
if I have to pad the ballot boxes. Why? I've
been checking on the plans for Understanding.
Maybe I'm selfish, but I can see something
here... I try to find a way to help others find
ways into the secrets of themselves, via The
Wisdom Pool; Understanding does that too, but
goes much farther. It seeks to inspire the
peoples of the world to understand one another,
on the premise that if they do they won't be so
quick to shoot one another's insides out.
Of course, individuals can themselves write
to individuals abroad, but who does? And combinations of people set up fields of magnetic
force that produce results. I know this for a
fact from reports received after my healing
sessions, held at the close of lectures around
the country.
If interested persons got together in groups
of five, and got in touch with Esther Stilgerbouer, 3469 Spruce St., Riverside, Calif., or
Mrs. Coleman Campbell, Understanding, Box 22,
Sta. C, Pasadena, Calif., or even with me in
Paradise, Lancaster Co., Penn. (I can always
forward mail to the right persons), they might
find themselves in something that, for little
eye,
uxasn' t I.
HE FIRST thing a baby does when it sees the
first light of day and the plight it is in.
is to cry. Plight has the word "light " in
it. The P is a helical columnar uplift, is
Ian I with an eye on top. As pictured on
the adverse side of the Great Seal of the
United States, the eye on top is not connected
to the pyramid. The eye in the apex is truncated. In the helix of Mother Nature, in her
unendingness, there is no I and no eye to look
out for her. She is a non-objective automaticity that requires no direction. Her "I and
the Father," her creative gandering end, is
forever in potential voltage. She never, of
herself, ends, and consequently, never has to
begin again. It takes an extra sensory hand or
eye to complete her helical symmetry and come
full circle in another death and conception.
The execution of any action and the execution
of the helical life line that goes into it are
inextricably bound.
Mother Goose, having no other way to teach
except by telling one to do something so that
he may learn by doing not to do it again, is
derisively exhorting him to put his finger in
his potential eye. The extra sensory contact
is enough to explode the l with the eye on top,
into another horning. Then the mothering helix
isn't there to tell anything. She is tolled
along with the I. To her it was an eye opener.
She had to go out and seek out the pieces of
her solar center, her gandering man; this time
sans end, sans genetalia, perhaps.
The automaticity of eternal life calls for
a hands-off policy. Then the helical house
builds itself, without the use of hands or the
sound of tools. Any manly assistance kills
her. Tell it to your mother if you can find
her. She's out gathering up your schizophrenic
I's that want everything they see. It is an
evil eye that has a finger in it. It presages
death and another beginning. "It wasn't I"
anymore but objective Me.
cost, would provide them with ways to fill an
awful lot of the vacuum in their lives that
might, come one fatal day, be otherwise filled
with explosives from the sky. Nothing of the
sort, for all the talk, I hasten to add, is
scheduled just now, but there is something to
be said for prophecies of this kind; madmen of
imbalance can always change their minds, and
the world. But so can little people, for all
around good, just by getting together and
pushing.
Have just had some intriguing contacts with
ham radio stations anent Understanding possibilities. You know any such stations? Come to
think of it, isn't "understanding" why there
are such stations?
OCTOBER, 1963 The A B E R R E E 11
