“It is the flander ... it is the battle ... book, not the godse ... god sent war.”
Amazed, I questioned: “Is God-sent war right?”
After some delay—when one of the numerous blanks occurred, all force being withdrawn from the pencil—the impression of tumult instantly ceased, leaving a sense of sudden quiet and peace. Then—“Mary K. Mary K. Mary K.”
“That feels like Mary K.,” I said.
“It means Mary K., too.”
“What did all that mean?”
“Meant that the forces of disintegration have had control of you for days, at moments. Matthew was a force for fear.”
When I asked whether she had been away she wrote quickly: “No, not for one instant. He held me back, and called to your fear in accents of truth.... We have the forces all about us, and sometimes we are overpowered and compelled to let them through temporarily, but they can always be fought away in time.”
Brisk circles of affirmation followed my suggestion that possibly this explained the Farrow episode, and she made the statement previously quoted: “We had a terrific struggle for you then. We told you the truth, but the other forces controlled the pencil.”