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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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A NOTE TO THE READER<br />

I found entries for “Automatic Writing,” descriptions of archived<br />

“messages <strong>from</strong> the unseen world.” They were written in various<br />

languages and orthographies, including Chinese, Japanese, and Ara­<br />

bic, reportedly transmitted to people who had no knowledge of the<br />

received language. The messages <strong>from</strong> royalty and famous person­<br />

ages were noteworthy for having signatures “verified by the experts.”<br />

I was especially impressed with the transmissions received <strong>from</strong><br />

1913 to 1937 by an “ordinary homemaker” in St. Louis, Pearl Cur­<br />

ran, who had no formal education past the age of fourteen, and was<br />

the recipient of stories <strong>from</strong> a garrulous ghost named Patience<br />

Worth. Patience purportedly lived in the 1600s and wrote of medi­<br />

eval times. The results were volumes of antiquated prose, with in­<br />

timate knowledge of colloquialisms and social manners of olden<br />

days, a language that was not quite Middle English and yet con­<br />

tained no anachronisms past the seventeenth century. One of her<br />

page-turners began in this breezy way: “Dew-drop soggeth grasses<br />

laid low aneath the blade at yester’s harvest . . .” Aside <strong>from</strong> the<br />

stolid prose style, there was good reason to either admire or loathe<br />

Patience Worth and Pearl Curran. One of the novels was dictated in<br />

a span of thirty-five hours.<br />

There was another case in the archives that fascinated me even<br />

more. The writings were recorded by a medium named Karen Lunde­<br />

gaard, who lived in Berkeley, California. She had received in fifty-<br />

four sessions a rambling story that was part rant, part memoir,<br />

delivered by a spirit named Bibi Chen.<br />

The name startled me. There was a well-known woman by that<br />

name in my hometown, San Francisco. She had been a socialite and<br />

the owner of a landmark shop on Union Square, The Immortals,<br />

which sold decorative Asian antiques. She died under bizarre cir­<br />

cumstances that were never fully explained. Karen Lundegaard de­<br />

scribed Bibi Chen accurately: “A petite, feisty Chinese woman,<br />

opinionated, and hilarious when she didn’t intend to be.”<br />

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