Volume 6, Issue 4, page 12

OR MOST of my recent stay in the desert, I
traveled each Monday morning to Tucson,
specifically that part of Tucson which remains largely desert. In the shadow of
Mount Lemon, the area thru which East Fort
Road travels is like the Giant Cactus Forest around Florence, Ariz., in which is the
Health Clinic of which E.A. "Pete "Peters is
proprietor. All I did when l drove to 5350 East
Fort Lowell Road was drive off the desert, past
Mount Lemon, or Leaman, into another segment
of the desert. There I found Zipporah Dobyns,
"Zip" for short, to be about the most efficient manager I have encountered. I was expected to arrive at ten o'clock sharp. I invariably did. No sooner had I turned off the ignition key than Zip called:
"You're wanted on the telephone, but don't
stay long. We've got a full schedule today !"
Zip had scheduled one person for each hour
of the day, until however long it took to finish at day's end. I had a nurse with me, Mrs.
Marion Gype, who got ready those people who
wished to make use of the red hands. Early in
the series, N-Stress also was used, tho I was
not then an operator. I took a trained operator with me, Miss Ellen Holland, RN, of Memphis,
Tenn. She had been trained by the inventor of
N- Stress. I had felt that the device put the
red hands out of business and so wrote in The
ARFRR.RE. But it turned out not to be true, as
my predictions relative to myself so frequently
do! People who had been benefitted by the
hands wanted them and N-Stress. I obliged.

Zip set aside one room for me. It held two
or three beds. A patient was expected to lie
still for half an hour, either after N-Stress
or red hands treatment. In no time, since it
didn't take me an hour to treat each one, I
had people lying all thru the rather large
Dobyns house -- a house so roomy in fact that
Subud public meetings and latihans were held
in one corner of it, with room to spare.

Patients returned Monday after Monday, even
after I had lost my N-Stress operator and hadn't yet myself become one -- as I now have. They
had been helped, but wished to continue with
the hands, reminding me of something a regular
practitioner had told me:
''You can, so quickly have a very large family !"
I had indeed. I have indeed. Running into
the hundreds. The idea seems to be the ancient
Chinese one: A doctor should be regarded as a
doctor while his patients are not sick; sickness indicates failure by the doctor. However
this may be, my patients became friends, associates, "family".

I became acquainted with all manner of
things, for the pottengers -- Martha and "Pot "
parents of Zip Dobyns, hold open house for all
sorts of groups: Space club people, Edgar Cayce followers. Every speaker with an idea, however odd it might seem, has an audience at the
Dobyns-Pottenger spot.

It was hard work but I loved it. And did a
lot of good, I think.
"This coming Monday," Zip wrote, "you'll
have mostly readings, I'm sorry to say!"
I never knew why she was sorry, for I enjoyed doing the readings. No two persons are
even remotely alike, as the "reader " quickly
learns when the protege, by asking for a reading, has signified willingness for the reader
to penetrate personal secrets of today and out
of the ages. Some of the readings were so fantastic on their face that I felt my writer's
imagination must be working overtime. Yet invariably the people read found material in the
readings of great value to them in the conduct
of their lives thereafter.

Martha Pottenger, last time I did readings
there, took me across the acreage in which the
two houses sit. "I've just been wondering if
there is any oil on this land," she said.

There is. One day it will be brought to the
surface. "When we need it," said Martha.
"Right now, we don't. "
Later she said that if I cared to make a
regular thing of working on East Fort Lowell,
they would erect a building solely for the imbalanced, who could spend all the time they
needed under treatment, on the Pottenger acreage. I could make the place my headquarters
and have a woman chiropractor in attendance to
make sure all legal angles were covered. Also,
a woman who had worked out a "posture " technique was due to hold school at the place in
October-November-December, 1959. Posture graduates could be licensed to make use of the
hands. I've agreed to take that, so come October, 1959, I'll be learning new things to do
with the red hands.

How does this affect work in the Giant Cactus Forest? Not at all. It's one and the same.
Often people come up from Tucson, and down
from Phoenix, when I can't visit either place.
They are interviewed in the Cactus Forest
Health Center, where there are many plug-ins
by which faithful tape recorders can be used.
I have bad luck with recorders, because I'm
not mechanically minded, but people who wish
records of their readings usually bring their
own and their own tape.

I figure that an hour's reading is worth
about $20, plus the cost of the tape, for usually the read-one receives far more than that
value. And in an hour, behind my own typewriter, I can make more than that sum. Possibly
that's not the right way to look at it, but
that's how it is.

I took an odd vacation from the red hands.
Joe Flieger, of Black Mountain, owns or controls 34 sections of land in the mountains
south of the San Pedro River Valley. He started with a "tank " , 10 head of cows, a bull, a
stallion, and a mare, in 1930. He lived in a
cave. Now he lives in anything but a cave. He's
a power in Arizona. But in 1937 he was charged
with a murder he didn't commit and was almost
certain he was headed for the gas chamber. He
invited me to participate in a roundup. He now
sits back while I write the novel I mentioned
in a recent ABERREE. Maybe I shouldn't mention
it at all, for so often "promise " in writing
doesn't pay off, especially if you talk about it
as if it were a sure thing. No writing is. But
if I don't get a movie company into the high
pastures back of Aravaipa, "Little Grand Canyon " , then I just don't...

I don't know what I "just don't", for I was
interrupted at this point, so I forgot. I t
happens all the time, at my age, tho age seems
to have no influence on the red hands.

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