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Recusant Voice of 'The Infinites' for Earth, Mars,
Venus, Saturn, Pluto, and Zydokumzruskehen
Vol. X NOVEMBER, 1963 No. 7
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INDEX

Hart to Heart 2

Auditorial -- "You Get More Than
Exercise in a Long Walk" .
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3
Attainment- -Not Atonement,

Was

Jesus' Aim -- Alberta O'Connell .

4
The
Essenes -- an Unorganized Broth .
5
erhood -- George T. Crawford

The
Oracle of Dreams -- Lowana
Ju 6
laine
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The

1
Jungle's Deadly Virility

Plants -- Arthur J. Burks

Advanced

9
Perception -- Concluding

Chapter -- Harold S. Schroeppel .

New
Departed

Psychic Guards Secret

Box -- Albert Roy Davis 11
Age Center Dedication Pictures

12
"I
See for You" -- Louis . .
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13
The
Father
at

Zero Takes a Gander

Mother Goose -- Philip Friedman 13
Creation of a Creator -- Dr.

Hi!
Karl Kridler 14
-- Albert Roy Davis 15
Letters

to the Editor 15
POLICY:
Don't take it so damn' seriously. The infinite SUB-POLICY:

ness of Man is not reduced to a "split infinity"
by wars, taxes, or "experts" who seek to sell
him what he already has in an infinite amount.
We reserve the right to change our minds
SUB-SUB-POLICY:

from issue to issue, or even from page to page,
if we desire.
Each Man has the inherent right to be
SUB-SUB-SUB-POLICY -- We

his own and only "Authority"
have no objection to "educated
guesses" about Man's destiny -- if there's no
price tag to it, and if the guesser has no objection to our guessing he's only guessing.

YOU GET MORE We were visiting a friend
THAN EXERCISE the other day. He lives less
IN A LONG WALK than a block from a supermarket, but he was out of cigarets, and having a "nicotine fit". He turned
to his daughter. "Run down to the store and
get me a carton of cigarets," he ordered, giving her some dollar bills.

She stood waiting, hand still extended.
"The keys to the car," she prompted, when he
looked at her puzzled. He gave them to her.

No one walks any more. Not even a half
block. The realization startled us.

The next day, we decided to prove that walking isn' t a completely forgotten art -- and we
headed for the post office down town -- more than
two miles from home. And in walking the more
than four miles -- there and back -- we discovered
some things about our city we hadn't noticed.

For one thing, sidewalks are going out of
style. Less than half the homes have them -- and
those that do have let them go to ruin. Tree
roots have dislodged and broken huge slabs of
concrete; bricks are missing; grass and weeds
have grown in the cracks, trapping dirt and
mud until the walk is almost lost to sight;
tree limbs hang down so low and dense that one
negotiates the walk area at his peril. Nor can
one walk in the streets because of parked cars
and traffic. W e tried it for a ways -- only to
find ourselves being subjected to insults and
catcalls from boisterous rowdies whizzing past,
who wanted to play "chicken" even with pedestrians.

All we proved is that we still can walk
four miles in a little over an hour, that it
did not wear us out -- and except for the inconvenience, we could do it again, and again, and
again -- if we had to.

But it also taught us something else. Except for fenceless homes that can be manicured
with a power mower, people don't care. There
are few flower beds that must be tended on
hands and knees. If anyone learned how to "police the yard" in basic military training,
they've certainly become allergic to anything
similar now that they're in civvies again.

All these evidences of laziness lose their
ugliness as they blend into the background, as
we speed along in our cars, concentrating on
other cars and trucks -- and children who have
no sidewalks -- only streets to run into. An unmowed lawn doesn't look so bad, when you see
it only for a second from the corner of your
eye. And who's going to admire a well-weeded
bed of pansies as they look anxiously for an
opening in the street ahead to speed around
the 25-mile-an-hour "slowpoke" who 's frustrating you in your intended violation of traffic
laws.

This sidewalkless facet of life would be
"stomachable" were it not also a reflection of
the whole. No longer are we willing to do
things for ourselves if we can hire machines
to do them for us quicker and easier. We don't
want to walk thru life -- we want to be driven
thru it at a high rate of speed. We don't want
"percolated living" -- we want "instant living".

Just as we are no -longer willing to do work
that builds muscles for the body, or enter into long periods of study and meditation that
add to our spiritual beingness. Even in this,
we look for someone to do it for us -- easy and
instantly. As Louis says, "Instant God".
Preachers tell us that if we simply have faith
-- and make the proper financial sacrifices to
the church -- we've got it made; that there's an
instant reward waiting for us when we die.
Promoters of esoteric "shell games" offer us
"secrets" of the ancients, of the "Masters",
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