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At first the pain frightened me so that I just blurted out what was happening; I didn’t mean to embarrass Polly. Later I felt foolish and angry at myself, wondering if the pain episode was some kind of subconscious dramatization. Two years later Polly left town. Before she went, she called to tell me that the episode was quite legitimate. The child had been her own, and my description of the room tallied with her hospital room. Naturally, she didn’t want anyone to know about the child, who had been put up for adoption (and it was none of my business anyway). She had been brooding about the birth the night she visited us, because she had just heard from the baby’s father for the first time in years. Probably this is why I “tuned in” to the episode. In this case I used inner vibrational touch to become aware of her feelings.

One night while Bill and Peg Gallagher were visiting us, a neighbor also came to call. Polly was a rather emotional young woman, and she asked me if I could “pick up” any impressions about her. I refused, saying that I was tired. Actually I felt that she was “highly charged,” unpleasantly so, and I didn’t want to get involved. Apparently my curiosity got the best of me. I switched to my Inner Senses to find out what was wrong—but without realizing that I was doing so. (In the use of the Inner Senses, like anything else, we have to learn discrimination and discretion.)

Almost instantly I saw the young woman back in 1950, as a teenager. She was in a hospital bed, having labor pains. I felt them, in my living room. The experience was exceptionally vivid, and the pain quite real. I saw an older woman and a young man in the hospital room and was able to describe them. Polly identified the people as a former husband and his mother, but denied having a child, though she said that a girl friend delivered an illegitimate daughter that same year.

[...] From the way the letter was written, it seemed as if the friends—call them Peter and Polly—had already started on their journey that (Saturday) morning, and would stop in Elmira on their return much later toward evening. [...]

Peter and Polly would be on the road, it seemed, unreachable by phone, though they had included the number of their answering service, and had also written that they would call before leaving—yet no such call had been received.

[...] It looked as if Peter and Polly were indeed going to arrive almost as if Ruburt had in fact called and invited them. [...]

[...] From the way the letter was written, it seemed as if the friends — call them Peter and Polly — had already started on their journey that (Saturday) morning, and would stop in Elmira on their return much later toward evening. [...]

[...] It looked as if Peter and Polly were indeed going to arrive almost as if Ruburt had in fact called and invited them. [...]

The name Polly? [...]