“If you are interested in that there is a group meeting tonight you should check out,” said the woman I had given my money to in an Anglican Church used bookstore in Ottawa in 1968.
That was a book on the occult.
I got the address from her.
I went home, got something to eat then headed off into the night.
I found the place. I walked in, took a seat at the back, waited to see what would unfold.
The place filled up with well over a hundred people. I sat in the back row so that I could scan the room.
After a bit a woman rose to speak. She said she was Dr. Winifred Grace Barton. She told us she had an ancient Atlantean spirit guide who had dictated a number of books through her. She pointed towards a shelf filled with books.
As she spoke I looked around the room at the people there with me. One fellow on my right by the exit door wearing a red plaid shirt vanished when he caught my eye on him like people vanished in transformer beams in the TV show STAR TREK.
I kept my eye on that spot. I saw him two more times before the break.
At that point I went up to the woman who had been speaking. I introduced myself. I told her what I had seen. She said, “Wait here.”
She left the room to return with a photograph. She asked, “Is this the man?”
It was. I said, “Yes.”
She then said, “That is the caretaker. He died yesterday. Where you saw him was his favorite place to sit during our meetings.”
That neither alarmed nor shocked me. It was simply new information.
Then something incredible happened. She said to me, “Would you like to speak to the group after the break?”
Who invites an absolute stranger to take command of their podium?
That was my introduction to Dr. Winifred Barton.
I spoke to the people there for about an hour. After they treated me like I was the best thing to come along since sliced bread. They invited me to become a member. I began to frequent the place.
It was an interesting year. I studied auras, had out of body experiences and in the process met a lot of very interesting people.
At the end of the year I returned to Toronto.
Dr, Winifred Barton passed away last year. I just recently became aware that she had left us. She was in her nineties. She had lived a long and interesting life.
There is, as Shakespeare put it, more to life than meets most eyes.
There was a lot more to Win than met most eyes.–Reg Hartt, 2017=05-24.
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