Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

‘Perhaps if scientists would decide not to look-as out-
siders-into this other life we lead at night, but actually to
take part in it, like Alice in Wonderland slipping through
her magic door, they might come up with some real evi-
dence. For if there is another life, it may be more “real” than
what we live. Who knows what roles we each play in it?
Who can tabulate our activities and reactions?’
As I read the book I was reminded of an incident during our
stay in Surrey when Carl said to me one morning, ‘Whatever
were you doing in your sleep?’ ‘Why?’ I was anxious to know
as he did not tell me immediately. ‘Well,’ he smiled, ‘you said
you were going to have our little car painted blue.’ So this left
me wondering because I had no recollection of it. ‘You said it
quite clearly,’ he continued, ‘and you answered my question
when I asked you “why?” . . You said it was going to be blue
because that was the colour Warwick Deeping's car was being
painted.’
Later in the day we were leafing through a magazine and to
our surprise we saw an account of Warwick Deeping's BLUE
car.
Who was Warwick Deeping? A ‘fashionable’ writer of his
day, even though his work may have been written in a rather
ponderous style. Deeping was merely a pseudonym—and not
his real name.
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