He says something of this sort:—
[This means that Feda is going to report in the third person again, or else to speak for herself.—O. J. L.]
There is something always rising from the earth plane—something chemical in form. As it rises to ours, it goes through various changes and solidifies on our plane. Of course I am only speaking of where I am now.
He feels sure that it is something given off from the earth, that makes the solid trees and flowers, etc.
He does not know any more. He is making a study of this, but it takes a good long time.
L. L.—I should like to know whether he can get into touch with anybody on earth?
Not always.
Only those wishing to see him, and who it would be right for him to see. Then he sees them before he has thought.
I don't seem to wish for anything.
He does not wish to see anybody unless they are going to be brought to him.