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I used to call him the sleeping prophet. A man

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could lay himself down, close his eyes, and see

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things what ain't meant for mortal eyes to behold.

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Wars, sickness, cities sinking into the sea.

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He spoke of them all. But that kind of gift,

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it don't come free. No, sir, because when you

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spend your life peering into things, what ought

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to stay hid? Don't be surprised when something

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hidden starts peeping back at you. Welcome to

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Kentucky Melody's Scary Stories from Kentucky,

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where we spin yarns about ghostly haints, creepy

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hollers, and spine -chilling legends from deep

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in the hills. So grab a chair, dim them lights,

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and let's dig into something spooky. Now, our

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story. It starts down yonder in Christian County,

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Kentucky, a few dusty miles south of Hopkinsville,

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where the fields stretch out like old quilts

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and the trees lean in close, like they're listening

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to your every word. It was March 18th, 1877,

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when little Edgar Cayce comes squalling into

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this world, born right there in a weather -beaten

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farmhouse in a place folks called Beverly. A

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speck of a settlement so small, even the crows

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seemed to fly over it twice just to make sure

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it was worth the trouble. His folks were plain

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dirt farmers, God -fearin', hymn -singin', Bible

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-readin' people that knew the hard ways of the

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land better than they knew the softness of luxury.

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The world they raised Edgar in was a hard one,

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full of work, Prayer and hope stretched thin

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like old soap. But even when he was just a fresh

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squirm of a boy, folks could tell Edgar weren't

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stitched from the same cloth as other young 'uns,

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not rowdy, not mean, just different. When he

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was about five or six, Edgar took to wandering

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the fields by himself, said he liked to listen

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to the corn growing, the way the breeze made

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the tassels whisper to one another. One evening,

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just before the sun dropped below the tree tops,

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Edgar went missing. His mama, Carrie, found him

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sitting cross -legged at the far end of the field,

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right where the corn met the woods, looking up

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at nothing she could see. But Edgar, he was smiling

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real wide, talking low like he was visiting with

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an old friend. When she called out to him, he

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didn't jump. didn't act scared, just turned that

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little sun -brown face toward her and said plain

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as preaching. Mama, the angel lady came. She's

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real pretty, and she asked me what I wanted more

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in anything. Carrie, bless her, tried to hush

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him, told him not to be filling his head with

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foolishness. But Edgar just blinked those wide

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gray eyes and said, almost like he was still

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talking to the air. I told her I wanted to help

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folks, help the ones that's hurting and the ones

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what's lost. Now you or me, we might have passed

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that off as a child's fancy. But from that night

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on, Edgar was different. He took to sitting under

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the big sycamore tree at the edge of the property,

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eyes fluttering, lips moving soft. Like he was

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having conversations with somebody just outside

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the world we know. There were whispers among

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the neighbors. Talk of the Casey boy being touched

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and not always in the good way. Some said he

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had a gift. Others said he was walking too close

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to something old, something best left alone.

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And when folks would ask him what he aimed to

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do with his life, be a farmer, maybe a preacher,

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Edgar would just smile a slow, sure smile and

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say, I reckon I just wanna help folks. Nobody

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understood him then, least ways, not yet. But

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the powers he was tapping into that day out in

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the cornfield, they weren't through with him,

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not by a long shot. Now between that time he

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was nine and when he got up into his 20s, well.

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That's when things started slipping sideways,

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sure as a wagon on a muddy hill. Edgar weren't

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no good at book learning, couldn't make heads

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nor tales of his lessons at first. He'd stare

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at them letters and numbers till his eyes crossed,

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like they was a secret code God forgot to give

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him the key for. Teachers scolded him. Other

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boys laughed behind their hands. Folks in town

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said maybe he was simple or touched. But Edgar

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had his own ways. He'd tuck them school books

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under his pillow at night, shut his eyes tight,

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and pray mighty hard. Not for good grades, but

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for understanding. And wouldn't you know it,

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by morning he'd wake up knowing everything between

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them covers, like the words that soak straight

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into his bones. Teachers scratched their heads

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and muttered about miracles. They didn't much

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trust. Neighbors wagged their tongues. Some said

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the devil was at work, whispering in that boy's

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ear. Others swore it was the Lord himself, passing

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wisdom straight down like manna from heaven.

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But either way, everybody agreed that boy weren't

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natural. One evening, right before sundown, Edgar

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was wandering down by the creek, the water running

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low and slow, full of frogs croaking like a choir.

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He said that's when he saw her again, that same

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angel from the cornfield, a shimmering woman

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made out of pure white light, hovering just above

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the water, her voice soft and sad like a funeral

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hymn. She asked him once more what he wanted

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most, and Edgar, with dust on his boots and the

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smell of river mud in his nose, answered honest

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as the day is long. I want to help sickly folks,

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help the ones that's hurting and the ones what's

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lost. The angel just smiled and vanished like

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mist. Weren't long after that, when tragedy come

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knocking, he was playing a simple game with some

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boys. Nothing wild, just tossing a ball back

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and forth. When one of them, bigger than the

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rest, slammed into Edgar Hard, right at the base

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of the spine. He dropped like a sack of corn.

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Didn't get back up. They carried him home limp

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as a rag doll. The doctor come out, set his black

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bag down, and after a spell, shook his head slow.

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Said there weren't much they could do but pray.

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And so they did. Mama crying into her apron.

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Daddy sitting by the bed, his hat twisting in

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his hands. And then, when the night was deepest,

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when hope was thinnest, Edgar, still cold and

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still his death, started talking. Low and clear,

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told him what herbs to brew, what poultices to

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lay, like he was reading from some invisible

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book only he could see. Carrie, his mama, didn't

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question it. She'd just done what he said, tears

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streaming down her face. They packed the herbs

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on him, said the prayers he'd named, and sure

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as the sun rising over a frosty field, Edgar

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opened his eyes. He was weak, but breathing,

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smiling faint -like, as if he'd just come back

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from somewhere far, far away. After that, folks

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started looking at him sideways. Not mean, mind

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you, but wary. like he was carrying something

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heavy, something old, something that might spill

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out if you look too close. Growing up, Edgar

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tried mighty hard to live plain and quiet, work

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the fields when he could, sold books door to

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door when the crops wouldn't pay. Later, took

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up with a photographer, learning to capture little

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moments on glass plates. But sickness followed

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him like a black dog. fevers that burned cold,

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blackouts that stole whole afternoons, aches

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that moved through his bones like old ghosts,

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and each time his body gave out, each time no

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doctor's hand could lift him up, Edgar would

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do the only thing he knew. He'd lay himself down,

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shut them weary eyes, and listen. It weren't

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no accident, neither. Something or someone. was

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whispering to Edgar Cayce through that thin veil

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we ain't meant to pull back. And pretty soon,

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the whole world would know it. Come the year

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1900, Edgar's voice just give out on him, like

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a lamp, run out of oil, started as a little scratch

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in his throat, then a croak, then nothing but

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a hoarse whisper, no matter how he strained.

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Doctors come and went. scratching their heads

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and muttering about polyps, nerves, maybe something

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wrong in the brain. They bled him, poked him,

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prescribed tonics so bitter they'd curl your

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toes. Nothing worked. Day after day Edgar got

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quieter, and the world around him seemed to lean

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in, listening for a voice that just weren't there

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anymore. Folks started thinking that maybe the

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Lord had giveth, And now the Lord had took away.

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But then one day, a traveling feller come through

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Owensboro. One of them mesmerists, hypnotist

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types what could talk a chicken out of an egg.

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He heard tell of the quiet man with the gift

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and said he'd try something different. He told

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Edgar to lay himself down. Easy now, like soothing

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a spooked horse after a thunder clap. Started

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talking low. coaxing Edgar into a deep sleep,

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slow as syrup dripping off a biscuit. And when

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Edgar slipped under, something happened, still

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as stone, his body resting easy. But his mouth

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opened, and out poured words, clear, steady,

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strong, like a river busting through a dam. He

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described, plain as preaching, what was wrong

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inside his own throat. Swelled up cords, clogged

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blood vessels, nothing a man could see with his

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eyes, but they're all the same. Told him exactly

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how to fix it, too. Rest, certain herbs, no cutting,

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no bleeding. When he woke up, coughed a time

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or two, his voice was back, full and strong,

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like it had never left. Word about that miracle

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spread like wildfire through dry brush. carried

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on every tongue from the river to the ridge.

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Didn't matter if he was rich or poor, learned

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or simple, city folk or holler born. Folks started

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coming, writing, begging for Edgar to look in

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on them and he could. Didn't need to see you

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face to face neither. All he asked for was your

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name and where you laid your head at night. Edgar

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would stretch out flat on a simple couch, his

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hands folded over his belly like a man in prayer.

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He'd close his eyes, drift off like a feather

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on the wind, and from that dark place he'd see.

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See what ailment was gnawing at you from the

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inside, things that no doctor's stethoscope could

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catch, no x -ray could spy. He spoke of blood

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thickening, organs twisting, fevers burning from

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places no medicine dared touch. But that ain't

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all he saw. No, sir. When Edgar Cayce slept,

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he didn't just peek into broken bodies. He slipped

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into places what hadn't yet come to pass, saw

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shadows of wars not yet fought, cities drowned

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by waters still far from their shores, a world

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shifting and moaning. like it knew something

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terrible was coming. And all the while, Edgar

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kept dreaming and speaking and listening to whispers

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what most folks was blessed not to ever hear.

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As time wore on, Edgar's sleep and mine wandered

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deeper, deeper than any man had a right to go.

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At first, it was simple things, a sore throat

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here, a twisted gut there. But soon enough, his

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voice started painting pictures of things that

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hadn't happened yet. Things dark as a storm cloud

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gathering over the hills. He spoke of a great

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crash that would bring mighty banks and proud

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men to their knees. A tumble worse than any dust

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storm, long before the stock market ever fell

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in 29. He warned of another war brewing overseas.

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bigger and meaner than the first, when most folks

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still thought the world was too tired to pick

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up a rifle again. He saw floods swallowing up

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the land, mountains crumbling like wet paper,

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oceans roaring up and taking whole cities clean

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off the map. But that weren't even the half of

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it. In his deeper trances, Edgar started talking

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strange. about things most church folks wouldn't

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dare whisper over their supper tables. He claimed

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that souls didn't just live once and head on

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to judgment. No, sir. He said we'd come round

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again and again, wearing different skins, bearing

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old wounds, paying debts we ain't even remembered

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taking on. Called it reincarnation, though he

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didn't use them big words at first. Said there

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was a place. not of earth nor sky, called the

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Akashic Records, a mighty ledger, older in time

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itself, a book where every breath, every tear,

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every wicked thought and holy hope ever carried

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by a soul was writ down, forever and always.

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And, Edgar claimed, when he slept he could open

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them pages, read from them like a preacher reads

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from the Good Book. Now, that kind of talk? Don't

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sit easy on folks didn't back then Don't now

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neither some said he was touching holy mysteries

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Others said he was stirring up devil's best left

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in the dark But either way you cut it there weren't

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no denying that Edgar Cayce was tapping into

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something bigger Older and a whole lot stranger

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than this world we walk on and once them doors

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got opened There weren't no easy way to shut

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him again. Trouble was, every reading pulled

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something out of him, like a candle burning from

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both ends. Edgar didn't charge folks at first,

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said it weren't right to make money off a gift.

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But mouths needed feeding, and hard times don't

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much care about principles. By the 1930s, he

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set up the Association for Research and Enlightenment

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down in Virginia Beach, hoping to study and protect

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whatever it was coming through him. But not everybody

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thought it was holy work. Critics called him

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a charlatan. Preachers called him a heretic.

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Some said he'd thrown open a door that ought

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to stayed shut. Whispers told of lights flickering

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in his house. of cold winds where there weren't

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no windows open, of strange voices heard after

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midnight, whispering while Edgar lay sleeping.

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By 1944, Edgar was a shell of a man. Doctors

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warned him, stop the readings or die. But he

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couldn't stop. Said it was a calling he had to

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answer, even if it meant digging his own grave.

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On New Year's Day, 1945, He gave his last reading.

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Two days later, he was dead. He left behind over

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14 ,000 readings. Visions of sickness, salvation,

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doom and destiny. Some say a good many come true

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already. Others reckon the worst of them is still

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waiting, breathing just beyond the bend. What

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do you reckon? Was Edgar Cayce touched by the

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hand of something higher? Or did he stray too

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close to a fire no man was meant to touch? Have

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you ever dreamt something that felt like a warning?

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Ever felt like a memory crawled up from a life

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that wasn't your own? We'd surely love to hear

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your name Ain't no living soul at all