beautiful but strangely desolate park. I had thought him dead and had experienced emotional devastation. Could there be an actual place somewhere, in some par allel reality, where the dead linger in sighing gardens? If the soul exists, then it must in some way be a part of nature and so subject both to its laws and to the application of appropriate science. Perhaps Jo Sharp's soul was ex tracted from her body and she was given a vividly symbol ized demonstration of what awaited her. One can imagine the strange, empty park, the wind sighing in the trees, the sun setting . . . the images of death abound, gentle and strange. My own contact with the visitors was full of vivid dem onstrations and symbols. The rich theatrics reported by Jo Sharp seem to me to be characteristic of one form of close communion with them. Martin Sharp added in a letter, "Jo (my mother) was not a person to hallucinate . . . and though highly imaginative she was not a vocally spiritual person. Indeed, she would say, 'The only thing "up there" are possums in the roof. ' (Which there were . ) " Later, when her death was approaching and she would lapse into a hypoglycemic coma, the doctors would feed her barley sugar to bring her out of it. During this period there were a number of episodes that Martin found upsetting. While she was in coma she would talk, taking on two different personalities. One of them seemed almost cheerful to him, and was cooperative. The other was duplicitous and strange, and resisted taking the sugar. "The other manifestation was positively sinister. She would appear totally collapsed . . . unconscious almost. . . . She, or rather 'it' would watch my every move through half-closed eyes. The 'uncon sciousness' seemed a ploy because she appeared possessed by an alien, hateful intelligence-cruel, arrogant, despising help, strong. I would say physically strong. (My mother was very frail. ) Palpably evil. The whole atmosphere of her room would change. It was most upsetting. Her doctor would
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