Arlene was bellowing how I should meet this guy down the street on Pico blvd., an astrologer with cool books in hi store.

At the time fresh out of the L.S.D. headquarters in coldwater canyon, the hillside area of Beverly Hills. I was anxious to discuss Carl Jung, who I was turned onto buy a cute Scorpio hooker that helped me along with a few things, a great friendship until her boyfriend showed up at a old Venice west bar I ran in the 60;s working my way through progressive education college courses, with a gun he layed down on the bar to kill me ,need less to say I offered him a drink and turned on the charm along with assuring him that she was his ,it worked he said he liked me, and the next day on the local news, he had shot some other guy in the head and was arrested, am I lucky or what?

Unmistakable appearance here is this tall gangly bald guy that is always smiling and upbeat. There the beginning of a 40+ year friendship that continues today whilst he resides on the other side.

While I went into past and parallel lives along with UFO abductees, Ed went the Jungian pathway with pioneering spirit guide connections for the first time.

Noon or so Ed calls me from martys house, his newly arrived brother from Midwest or thereabouts, he has perfected the internal geometry in order to make contact with your personal ‘spirit gui de’.

My guide who shall remain nameless, told me to remain strong eat licorice, turns out I need it ,lots of other stuff re: food ,attitude, etc. nearly as good or better than left hand dialoging. Info was good .but question remained indeed who are these guides after careful consideration I concluded that these may very well be the fallen angels discussed un the keys of Enoch.

Needless to say ed was not happy about my conclusion, but since he was forthwith dispatched his new context allows for my research to be ok

Trying to use the magic that was embedded in the tarot meditation designed by Ed.

I wanted to insure that Karen, a sun conjunct Pluto, Saturn and, Venus would be there, when I started licking the air, like a drooling dog.

My archetypical inner playing had assorted characters on its chessboard and the deals were commencing toward a weaving the fabric of a few minutes ahead.

Mine included a cowboy and I did it wrong because the next thing I heard from Karens roomy was she took off with a cowboy, only to return to the fold when her drugs ran out. I was embarrassed knowing her but what can you do when your animal self wants perfect thighs in order to expel seamen at light speed.

On my website drbenharris.com I have a spirit guide page with ed’s photo on it as I was embellishing the page ed/s face appeared between my monitor and tower to the left of it and telepathically told me thanks for our friendship and was happy with the web page .My connection to the other side and my pod has increased dramatically as I near the finish of the race and am transformed back to reality. A reality ,by the way that offers treks to cool worlds