FIRST PAGE: A Life After Death by S. Ralph Harlow, Manor Book, 1973.

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SYNOPSIS:

Do we really die?

Do we have to die?

For centuries, man has hoped that death was only an end to life on earth, not an end to life itself. At last comes evidence that eternity does exist. In this astonishing book, those who have passed on speak for themselves. Among them:

Anna Birge, whose messages after her death included a handwritten note

Dr. Benjamin Rush, a signer of the Declaration of Independence, who cured people 125 years after he died

Patience Worth, a famous poet, who wrote her poetry long after her own death

Walter, the playful spirit who left his fingerprints at seances

These and many other contacts with the world beyond offer conclusive proof: Man holds immortality in his own hand.

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OUT OF THE DARKNESS OF DOUBT

He was a tall handsome young man in his early twenties, wearing the uniform of a flyer and the silver wings of a pilot. On his left breast were combat decorations, and on the Pacific Theater ribbon were bronze battle stars.

As he came down the aisle of the crowded wartime train he looked at me, turned his head away, and then looked back again as if he thought he had seen me before.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, and I shook my head.

He sat and we rode for some time in silence, traveling north out of New York City, heading toward Northampton and Smith College, where I was teaching religion and philosophy.

Then he asked, "Isn't your name Harlow? Don't you teach at Smith?"

I nodded.

"I thought so," he said. "I want to thank you for something. Something quite important. Before the war I was a student at Williston Academy in Easthampton, and you came there to talk one night. I even remember the title of your talk -- 'Evidences for Immortality in Psychical Experiences.'" He laughed. "Quite a mouthful for a title and it sounded pretty dull. I only went out of curiosity. But I'm glad I went, more glad than you can know."

He paused, fumbling for words, trying to say exactly what he meant. "You told us about your own psychic experiences: about the time the inkwell cracked, and the figure you saw that night in Greece, and what was it -- a vision -- that you and Mrs. Harlow saw that time?

"I don't think you knew it -- how could you? -- but when I went into that lecture hall that night I was an atheist. Or if not, the closest thing to it. I had no belief in immortality and I had little faith in a personal God. Religion made no sense to me; it promised nothing and it certainly offered no evidence."

He looked past me out the window and then, as if speaking to himself, he said, "You know, when you fight a war you're supposed to be scared. You're alone. Oh, you have your crew and other aircraft around you on a bombing mission, but you're still alone, and you feel alone, and you know how much you depend on others -- on your navigator, on your bombardier, on your gunners, and on the men on the ground who got you into the air and who will get you back on the ground. You have good reason to be scared."

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