CANDLELIGHT
The faint flickering gleam of fourteen little Candles shines
forth into the world, bringing to a vast number of people some
of the Light of astral knowledge.
The Sunlight is waning. Coming fast is the end of Day.
The Darkness of communism; is by stealth and treachery en-
gulling the world faster and faster.
Soon the Light of Freedom will be extinguished for a time
while Mankind ponders opportunities lost, and regrets warn-
ings unheeded.
But even in the darkest hour there shall be the gleams of
little Candles, bringing hope to a stricken world. The darkest
hour is before the dawn, and that hour is not yet.
The gloom and despondency of evil men usurping power
shall be lessened by the knowledge that all suffering shall
eventually pass, and the Sunlight shall shine again.
Candlelight may bring illumination to some, hope to others.
Sunlight gives way to darkness, darkness gives way to Sun—
light, but even in the deepest dark a Candle may show the
Way.
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FROM AN ADMIRER
‘You are old, Father Rampa,’ the Young Man exclaimed,
‘And the Press for too long have you defamed.
The Candles you lit gleam both near and afar
Sending out light like a welcoming Star.
‘You are old, Father Rampa,’ the Young Man said.
‘Put aside your typing, it’s time that you died.
Your life has been hard and your experiences grim,
But the Candles you lit will never grow dim!’
‘Your Candles will flame long after you’re dead.
The Truths you have taught will enrich our way,
The hardships you suffered; was it too much m pay?’
Freed from suffering, freed from sorrow,
Freed from worries about ‘tomorrow’,
Freed from the toils of this bad Earth,
Freed from the circle of ‘endless’ re-birth,
Your life-flame flickers and ends one day,
But the Candles you lit will show us the Way!
(with apologies to all and everyone who merits an apology!)
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CHAPTER ONE
The sullen clouds came lowering out of the steel sky and
began to weep. A thin veil of pattering raindrops scudded
across the dirty roofs of Montreal and ended up as rivulets of
sooty-black; in the garbage-cluttered gutters. The tempo of the
downpour increased; the swirling rainstorm blotted out the
bridges, the tall, ugly buildings, and then even the Port itself.
Suddenly the trees leaned over, water pouring from de-
pressed leaves, forming scummy puddles over the sparse
grass. In the distance a ship hooted forlornly as though in
despair at having again to enter Montreal, the City of Two
Tongues.
Glumly the cats sat before the fogged-up window and won-
dered if the sun would ever shine again. Outside on the flooded
roadway, a tattered copy of a French-language newspaper
blew to its rightful home in a sewer where it momentarily
blocked the water flow and then vanished in a scurry of gurg-
ling sound.
The old blue bus went chuntering along, engine roaring,
wheels flinging plumes of water from the flooded road. Came a
CRASH as it dropped into the hollow by the office. Lurching
and reeling, it pushed its cumbersome way through the murk
and turned right, out of sound. There came the ponderous roar
of the garbage truck pounding its way along the road. A
behemoth shape glimpsed dimly through the unlighted gloom
and then—Peace, save for the drumming of the rain.
The old man in the wheelchair groped for the light switch as
he turned away from the steamed window. With the light on
he turned sadly to the pile of letters yet to be answered. ‘Ques-
tions—questions—questions,’ he mumbled, ‘do they think I
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am a free advisory bureau on everything from conception
death—with a good dose of the hereafter thrown in?’
The letter from the ‘lady’ in a large U.S.A. city was inter-
esting: ‘I have read all thirteen of your books,’ she wrote. ‘A
good author would have told all that and more in one-half
chapter.’ Gee, Ma’am, well—thanks! But—here they come: a
very very cross Women’s Lib gangster from Winnipeg.
Doesn’t like me a bit—thinks I hate women. Well, she is not a
woman, anyhow, more like a drunken buck navvy from her
language. Women? I love ‘em. Men, and women, just the op-
posite sides of ‘the coin’. Why should I hate them? What a
touchy lot some women are, though, phooey!
But the minute minority do not matter. Most—about ninety
nine per cent (true) are sincerely interested in what I write and
just ‘love’ my Candles. They want to know more about all
aspects of metaphysics. How to levitate, how to teleport, how
to do this and how to do that.
Quite a number of people have become increasingly inter-
ested in dowsing and pendulums. There is a letter here from a
person who saw a man talking across a field, and suddenly the
forked stick which the man was holding twitched violently.
The correspondent tells me that this person was a water
diviner, and please would I say if there is anything in this
business of dowsing and using a pendulum.
Yes, most definitely dowsing is a genuine thing—if one
knows how to use the hazel or other forked twig. Most defin-
itely there is something in pendulums provided the person
knows what he is or she is doing and is not just putting on a
stage turn to impress the unwary.
First, we have to know what causes these things to work. At
the present time with radio commonplace it is not at all diffi-
cult to get over the idea that there are certain currents, or
certain waves, which a person cannot detect without some in-
termediary. For example, about us all the time is a horrible
commotion which, fortunately, we cannot hear, but radio
waves are coming in from everywhere—AM, FM, Long
Waves, Short Waves, High Frequency, and Ultra-High Fre-
quency. To the average human they might just as well not be
there because without special apparatus or special conditions
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one just cannot perceive them. But—let us get a mysterious
piece of equipment between the incoming waves and the loud-
speaker or the television tube, and then we get noise or we get
pictures. The mysterious piece of apparatus is connected usu-
ally to some substance (the aerial) which receives the incoming
waves and then takes them to the interior of the mysterious
box where all sorts of wires, bits of copper and mica or paper,
etc., sort out the jumble and ‘detect’ a coherent signal. Then it
passes on to another section of the box where it is amplified
and its speed of frequency is reduced to that which can be
dealt with. From the amplifier it goes to the output stage, and
thence on to the speaker or to a television tube and speaker,
and then we get something which approximates more or less to
the original noise which was broadcast, or to the original pic-
ture which was broadcast. Of course, that is over-simplifying
rather dreadfully because in addition to having the incoming
signals we have to have a method of collecting the signals,
detecting the signals, amplifying them, and putting them to
‘output’. But—and we must not forget this—we have to have a
method of tuning to the frequency or wavelength to which we
desire to listen or watch.
Radio and dowsing are very much the same.
The signals we receive in dowsing—let’s forget all about
dowsing, shall we? Actually, unless a person is going to dowse
for water only out in the ‘blue yonder’ there is no point in
having hazel twigs, aluminiun ‘twigs’, or all sorts of wonder-
ful glorified versions of hazel twigs. It is much better and
much more convenient to use a pendulum which does every-
thing a dowsing rod can do, and much more. So let us just
refer to pendulums because, unless you are a farmer in the
wildest part of Australia where you can perhaps cut a suitable
twig at any moment, there is no point in cluttering yourself
with a lot of lumber.
A pendulum is a lump of material attached to something
which will not constrict its movements. A little later we will
discuss different types of pendulums, but basically the radia-
tions which can be indicated by a pendulum are radiations in
some way similar to radio. They are radiations transmitted by
all and every material as it decomposes, or gets ready to change
13state. We know, for example, that throughout countless years
radium decays into lead. We know that all matter is a whole
horde of molecules hopping about like fleas on a hot plate, the
smaller the fleas the faster they can jump, the bigger the fleas
the slower and more cumbersome. So it is with material.
Everything has its atomic number, number of atoms indicating
how slowly it is going to vibrate, or how fast it is going to
vibrate. So all we do in pendulum work is to tune in to some
atomic vibrations, and, if we know how, we can tell which one
it is and where it is.
When we are dealing with radio we have an aerial system
which absorbs or attracts or intercepts (call it what you like)
the waves coming through the atmosphere. Perhaps they are
bounced back by the Heaviside layer or the Appleton layer.
But in addition there is a ground wire which makes contact
with the ground wave because you must have two—positive
and negative—in everything. You can take the ground wave as
negative and the air wave as positive. So in the matter of
pendulums the human body collects the air wave, acting as the
antenna or aerial, and the feet in contact with the ground act
as the earth connection, or ‘ground’. And for correct pendulum
work it is necessary to keep the balls of the feet on the ground
unless one uses another method of tapping the earth current.
Of course, using a pendulum is simplicity itself. It is even
simpler than simplicity if we know why a thing works. That is
why you are getting this long collection of words which might
at first strike you as rigmarole; it’s not. Until you know what
you are doing you can’t tell when you are doing it!
Pendulums really work! Many Japanese tell the sex of un-
born babies by the use of a pendulum. They use a gold ring
suspended on a piece of string or thread, and it is held above
the stomach of the pregnant woman. The direction or type of
movement indicates the sex of the child yet to be born. Inci-
dentally, many Chinese and Japanese use a pendulum for sex-
ing eggs!
A radio set uses electric current for reproducing sound
which was broadcast from some distant station. Television sets
use current also for reproducing a rough simulacrum of the
picture transmitted from a distant station. So in the same way
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if we are going to dowse or use a pendulum or anything else we
have first of all to have a source of current, and the best source
of current we can use is the human body. After all, our brains
are really storage batteries, telephone exchanges, and all that
sort of thing, but the main thing is, it is a source of electric
current sufficient for all our needs and sufficient to enable us to
detect impulses and thereby cause a pendulum to twitch,
swirl, gyrate, or oscillate, or all the other queer thing which a
pendulum does. So, to work a pendulum, we must have a
human body, an alive human body at that. You cannot tie a
pendulum to a hook and expect it to work because there would
be no source of current.
Nor would it be of much use if we could tie our pendulum
to a hook and supply it with current because the current has to
be in pulses varying according to the type of action desired.
Just as in radio we have high notes, low notes, loud notes, and
soft notes, so with a pendulum we must have the necessary
current variation to do ‘the necessary’.
Who is going to vary the current? Well, the Overself, of
course. That is the brightest citizen we have around us, you
know. After all, you who read this are just one-tenth conscious,
so, knowing yourself, just think how brilliant you would be if
you could call in the other nine-tenths of consciousness. You
can certainly enlist its aid, the aid of the sub-conscious. The
sub-conscious is brilliant; it knows everything that you have
ever known, can do everything that you could ever do, and can
remember every single incident since long before you were
born. So if you could touch your sub-conscious you would get
to know a very considerable amount of things, wouldn’t you?
You can touch your sub-conscious—with practice and with
confidence.
The sub-conscious can also contact other sub-conscious
minds. There are truthfully no limits to the powers of the sub-
conscious mind and when the sub-conscious mind is allied to
other sub-conscious minds, then indeed results may be
achieved.
We cannot just ring up a telephone number and ask to speak
to our sub-conscious because we have to look upon that Mind
as being something like a very absent-minded professor who is
15constantly sorting knowledge, storing knowledge, and acquir-
ing knowledge. He is so busy that he can’t bother with other
people. If you pester him enough in the politest way, then he
may answer your summons. So first of all you have to become
familiar with your sub-conscious. You see, the whole thing is
that the sub-conscious is the greater part of you, the much
greater part of you, and I suggest that you give your sub-
conscious a name. Call him or her whatever you like so long as
it is a name agreeable to you. Supposing it is a male, then you
could (purely as an illustration) use the name ‘George’. Or if it
is the sub-conscious of a female, then you could say ‘Georg-
ina’. But the whole point is that you must have some definite
name which you link inseparably with your sub-conscious. So
when you want to get in touch with your sub-conscious
you could say for example, ‘George, George, I want your help
very much, I want you to work with me, I want you to-
(here you specify what you want), and remember, George, that
really we are all one and what you do for me you are also
doing for yourself.’ You need to repeat that slowly and care-
fully, and with very great thought. Repeat it three times.
The first time ‘George’ will probably shrug his mental
shoulders and say, ‘Oh that pestiferous fellow, bothering me
again when I’ve got so much work to do,’ and ‘he’ will turn
back to his work. Next time you repeat it he will pay more
attention because he is being bothered, but still he won’t take
any action. But if you repeat it a third time, ‘George’ or
‘Peter’ or ‘Dave’ or ‘Bill’ or whoever it is will get the idea that
you are going to keep on until you get some action, so he will
give a metaphorical sigh and help.
This is not fantasy, it’s fact. I claim to know quite a lot
about it because for more years than I care to remember I have
done just this. My own sub-conscious is not called ‘George’, by
the way, but a name which I do not reveal to anyone else just
as you should not reveal to anyone else the name of your sub-
conscious. I never laugh or joke about it because this is deadly
serious. You are only one-tenth of a person, your sub-conscious
is nine-tenths, so you have to show respect, you have to show
affection, you have to show that you can be trusted because if
you do not gain the co-operation of your sub-conscious then
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you won’t do any of the things that I write about. But if you
practice what you are reading, you can do the whole lot. So
make friends with your sub-conscious. Give him or her a
name, and be sure that you keep that name very, very private
indeed.
You can talk to your sub-conscious. It is better if you talk
slowly and repeat things. Imagine that you are telephoning
someone on the other side of the world and the telephone line
is a bit poor, you have to repeat yourself, you have quite a
difficult time making yourself understood. Your listener at the
other end of the telephone line is not an idiot for having diffi-
culty in understanding your message, but general communi-
cations are bad, and if you overcome the difficulties of com-
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