earn your special, catchy methods, and to note the sensations
cast upon me as under the magic spell. I cannot formulate the
things you do, though my friends praise me unstintingly.

You shall not be longer denied, said the adept. Get a cup of
coffee or tea, if not too coarse in leaves, after we lunch. I will
read them, as we can be alone with our atmospheric thought
advisers and our higher selves. I know that your life and labors
will abound in good. Many excellent things await your efforts,
yet do not now think that my auto thoughts will be my full
guides.

Oh, thank you. How nice the conditions are to be alone with
one's future expectations. No one can then pervert what is
promised. I am now most expectant, am glad I have waited for
this propitious time. I love this little room with its dainty
furnishings.

FIRST READING.

You possess fine spiritual gifts; are morally high-toned; you
build many castles--just see the _mountains_ and _balloons_,
the _tower_ in the distance. You could study palmistry and
occult laws to fine advantage. It has become so respectable, too,
you know. Yet few do excel, though many attempts are made.
Try it, you are very susceptible to every personality; you have a
very retentive memory with large formative powers. Just the
requisites with your mentality for doing good to poor humanity.
As a wise teacher you could excel.

SECOND CUP.

Flurries of wind and storms--confusion in your home and heart--
_crooked lines_ with a _crude cross_ and a _sodden log_, out
of which will rise a _broken anchor_--lost hopes or wishes.
Now, an ugly thing is discerned. See the _spitting_ of _cats_
and the _angry dog_. That is some disagreeable quarrel between
friends of yours. A gentleman will pass through cruel loss and
change. Nothing good is yet promised to present wishes.
_Serpents_ are lying low in the grass--see their heads, you will
suffer thereby--your head now lays low in some severe illness.
Fate is silent and sad for a time, as in mourning for the sorrows
of the good and true. See you the _shaft_, draped like a funeral
pall across the cup? You are also to bury a friend, a worthy
minister. The people mourn. Now let us invoke the kindly
powers to a solution of the many evils cast by contending
conditions of jealousies and spite. Let your soul be possessed
and purified, for now I know that you are truly one of the
chosen few who are tried by the fierce fires and floods of life.
This is a retrosp