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Now again let me tell you, though the hour be late(quite loudly) and though Ruburt thinks that such demonstrations as these are hardly worth the effort (quite softly) and childish endeavors at best, I still want you to know, as I always want you to know, that my vitality is your own and that the energy that swings through this small frame is but an echo of the energy that swings through your own personality.
I have said before that you have lived many lives and that you can know these existences within yourself. I am not afraid that we shall be kicked out of our apartment. And I also am quite sure that as you grow to know Ruburt and as you grow to know me you will realize that there is a difference in our personalities and that indeed... when I tell you that my vitality spans both space and time, then you will know that I know whereof I am speaking... and that this vitality is your own... Then feel it within yourselves... Now it is being used simply to let you know of its existence... but realize that it is within you for you to use as you will... for your own good... and you (WL) are not powerless. I have no body... and I am not powerless... How, therefore, can you feel helpless... or you... or any of you?
My vitality is no more... no more than your own. I come to you from a long way. But the essence of yourself is not of this place nor of this time. Now. I could keep up a demonstration such as this for hours... if only to let you realize that this is your own energy... that the energy that I show is your own... You have this energy and this vitality
Now, in your terms, I am dead!(Very loud.) How can you then be less lively? Why is it that I must tell you what vitality is... when, in your terms, I am a gray ghost that flits through the darkness of the night... a face that peers through second-story windows (in reference to SW’s being frightened by a face that appeared at her window recently) and meets with no response but a sigh of horror. I visit my friends and they nearly faint. (SW apologized.)
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