I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. ![]() I was waiting for something to happen and I was going to be there. It is a shine around their heads-something shining. Why do they dress like that, I wonder? Funny glow about them. I’ve had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. It is a wonder I didn’t get killed on that horse. The next day: Gosh, my headache is worse. Someone was coming-someone in 1937-it was that darned, fat nurse ready to take my temperature. If it wasn’t 1937, I wondered what year it was. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. Then I knew something was going to happen. Had they gone away? Again, I could hear the stillness. I walked two blocks north of the Boulevard-all houses-no birds. At first, I couldn’t figure it out, I didn’t know what it was-then I did. Something else was missing, something that should be there. I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. I guess it is something you have to learn. I decided I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said, “Hello,” but they didn’t see or hear me. and they slouched along-moving like a dance. All the girls, some of them keen-o, wore real short skirts. ![]() Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself there. Then slowly, like the silver screen of the “talkies,” but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles-but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets. Whether it was the future, or it was some ancient land, I could not say. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind-pictures that stood still. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse-Blackie. I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache-as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. especially the CALIFORNIA LAND, these are the highlights of that vision. Since Joe covered the AREAS AROUND THE WORLD WHICH WOULD BE AFFECTED, not all of these can be given (although perhaps we can write a booklet on this experience), but for those of us in THIS LAND. Some of the highlights must be given-because, I am certain now, as I was not certain on Christmas Eve of 1965, that the California earthquake WILL come. The notes are 30 years old-yellowed with age-and yet there is a clarity and an unbelievable reality in them. Consciously, he knew nothing of geology or of the possibility of a coming earthquake. This book is already very long-double its size-and I realize that this vision given to a 17 year old boy must be placed, as it is, into a book. Since that night, Fran has changed worlds -and my husband is very ill-other unforseen events which I could not have imagined have taken place-and all this, perhaps, precluded my finding of the “earthquake papers”. Yet-here it was-waiting for me to find it for two years. ![]() Joe had written (sleeping and dreaming-and in drowsy awakening-about positions of various FAULTS, strata of rock, earth movements, so much material that a geologist of many years would scarcely attempt such a work. COULD THIS HAPPEN? COULD CALIFORNIA GO DOWN IN JUST THIS WAY? WOULD OTHER AREAS BE AFFECTED IN A MATTER OF HOURS? He answered in the affirmative. It would take weeks to research all this material-but I phoned my former geology professor and read portions to him. That time did not arrive, until, by accident, I came across them this last week -pages after pages after pages-written in a boy’s handwriting, about the coming California earthquake. I was vaguely aware that Joe had brought in a sheaf of papers-and he said he would put it in my downstairs desk until I had time to read the “dream”. I listened-politely-made some comment, and turned to talk to Fran about a new movie-or some equally world shaking event. During this period, a continuous dream came again and again-as if he were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other parts of the world. Joe was saying that he had an accident-a fall from a horse when he was 17, and for days he had a concussion. The huge tree, ablaze with tiny star-lights seemed to presage only goodness, and love, and beauty. It did not seem a moment to talk about earthquakes-because Christmas is the most precious time in the world. For some reason, Joe-Fran’s husband-ventured to speak of the coming California earthquake. Carols poured from the TV, upstairs, a holiday dinner was in the making. On Christmas Eve, in 1965, my husband-my closest friend, Fran Brandt, and her husband, Joe, were celebrating with sandwiches, and coffee, and fruit cake, in the meditation room, downstairs. THE COMING EARTHQUAKE - Introduction by Jessica Madigan (Mei Ling) In 1937 Joe Brandt saw an Earthquake sink Los Angeles, much of California and Japan
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