Quest for the Blue Books & The Russell Connection to Dowsing (a)

 

On my way home from watching the partially animated Disney movie, Tron, in 1982, I experienced the familiar feeling that I was about to receive, intuitively, some important information. I’d had many mystical experiences in my life, and I knew this was going to be an important message.

Tron was about a boy who had been zapped into the inner world of a video game. The programs were alive in a world of their own, and they communicated with this “user.” I had noticed a thinly veiled spiritual theme while watching the movie. Now, on the way home from the theater, deeper meanings were being revealed to me from a higher source.

Then, in my mind’s eye, I saw the unclear image of a man’s face. I felt intuitively that this man had mastered the spiritual knowledge I had been unraveling through the years in my own spiritual search. After seeing this image, I saw a set of blue hardback books on a bookshelf. Fortunately my wife, Jill, was driving, because the image was so imbedded in my consciousness that I could concentrate on nothing else; I saw the books before me whether my eyes were open or closed.

I felt that this man’s writings would tie my seemingly separate spiritual understandings together, something I’d been trying to do for years. I knew that I was to find these books, that they were to be an important part of my life, and that I should begin my quest immediately.

I began searching metaphysical bookstores in Atlanta and in other cities I visited in my business travels, but to no avail. The closest thing I found was Alice Bailey’s books, all dark blue, but I knew from my vision that the books I sought were written by a man. I felt certain they would come into my life when I was ready for them, but it was up to me to find them.

In November 1982, I visited one of my favorite metaphysical bookstores in Santa Monica, California, still in search of the blue books. I met a friendly lady there and, after a brief chat, I recommended she read Out on a Limb, by Shirley MacLaine.

Out of gratitude, she recommended a book I had noticed in bookstores before but had never bought, Glenn Clark’s The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the Universe.

I decided to buy the book, but it ended up on my bookshelf with some other unread books. My quest continued.

Early in the morning of December 24, 1985, I woke with the most excruciating headache of my life. The medicine I took didn’t even take the edge off the pain.

I couldn’t sleep so I decided to read that little book I had shelved in 1983, The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the Universe, the biography of a modern day Leonardo, Walter Russell. What I read rang so true, but I was still suffering so much that it was difficult to appreciate the meaning. My eyes filled with tears of pain as I struggled to read the words, “If we think we are tired or ill, it is only because we have done something to unbalance the bodily conductivity of the universal electric current which motivates it.”

“I know that!” I thought. With that realization, my headache immediately vanished. I felt great. I was cured by words I read on the page of a book!

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* Clark, Glenn. The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the Universe, Swannanoa,

Waynesboro, Virginia: The University of Science and Philosophy. page 8.