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AN ANCIENT TREATISE
BROUGHT TO LIGHT
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GENE NIELSEN
1321 GARDEN ST #I
SANTA BARBARA CA 93101
(805) 962-3829
genen@silcom.com
WARNING!
IF THIS PARAGRAPH IS NOT PRINTED IN RED
YOU HAVE AN ILLEGAL COPY OF THIS MANUSCRIPT!
Failing that, I still keep my eye out for anything I can use which will make my
performances and my readings easier and more effective.
It was just such a piece of information that I came across under unusual
circumstances some time ago, and at some distance from the city in which I
now live.
It is that piece of information which you now hold in your hands, and which I
am now permitted to reveal to you.
I asked the University library staff about this other library, but not much
information was forthcoming. I was finally able to get the address and phone
number of this mysterious library from a junior member of the University
library staff.
“What’s the problem here, Charlie?” I asked him. “What’s everyone being so
mysterious about? It’s only a small town library.”
All this mystery, of course, merely made me more curious, and made me more
determined than ever to gain access to this library. I tried to phone them to see
if an appointment could be arranged, but there was never an answer, this being
long before answering machines were available.
Finally, exasperated, I wrote one last letter, telling them that I would be in their
city on a certain day, and that I would come to their library location at 10 a.m.
and would expect someone to be there to help me.
None of these stories were true. The last one was the closest to the truth. It
was indeed on a city block, but it was not the only building on that block.
The block it was on was the international headquarters of the organization in
question, and was occupied by several imposing buildings. The whole complex
was on a prime piece of real estate, situated on the edge of a very affluent
residential area. Far from being deep in a densely-wooded area, the whole
complex was open and inviting, with well-kept lawns, shrubs and trees. None
of it looked mysterious at all.
I found the library building and went up to the entrance. To my surprise the
door was open. I walked in. The place seemed deserted.
I moved further down the entrance hall and into a large open room which
seemed to take up most of the building.
“Dr. Nielsen.”
Startled, I turned around. A woman stood behind me, her arms folded. Her
severely tailored clothing, black horn-rimmed glasses and dark hair pulled back
in a wide black hair ribbon proclaimed her to be unmistakably the librarian.
“The Imperator has granted your request. You may make full use of our
facilities for your research. Please make yourself at home and let me know if
there is anything you require.”
“Thank you,” I said, moving into the room and putting my briefcase down on
one of the library tables.
A trifle taken aback at her apparent ability to come and go without a sound, I
nevertheless began a circuit of the room, looking for the material I was after. I
soon found it, brought some books to my table, and began taking notes.
I worked continuously for some time. The library was, indeed, a source of
information that was quite valuable for my research and I was so absorbed in
my notes that, once again, I did not hear her approach until her voice at my
elbow said:
“It’s twelve o’clock. The library will be closed for an hour. You may leave your
things here, they will not be disturbed. I will show you where you can get
lunch.”
I thanked her and crossed the street. About halfway across I turned to look at
her, but, true to form, she had once again vanished.
A few minutes before 1 p.m. I walked up the steps to the library door, but this
time it was locked. I turned around and started to walk down the steps,
intending to stroll around the area till the library reopened.
“Come in.”
She stood at the library entrance, the door still closed behind her. Again, she
had apparently appeared out of nowhere. I hadn’t heard the door open or
close.
“I’m not sure how long my research will take,” I said as we walked toward the
door.
“You may use the library for as long as you wish,” she said. “Good evening.”
The next morning I left early, drove to the small town and secured lodgings
close to the library. I continued working there for a little over two weeks. At
the end of that time I thanked the librarian for her cooperation, told her that
my work was almost done, and that I would only require the use of the library
for two or three more days at the most.
We were standing out in front of the library as she locked the door at the end
of the day.
She went back into the library and in a moment returned with a sealed
envelope.
“Don’t open it until you get back to the city. It contains full instructions on
how you can obtain certain information that will be valuable to you in the years
to come. This information may not seem to be of any use to you now, since
you are not at present involved in the areas the information covers, but one day
you will be involved in these areas, and it is then that you will realize the true
value of this information.”
Back in the city, I completed my report and went back to work in the university
library. It was some three weeks after I had come back to the city that, leaving
the university library on a Friday evening after work, I suddenly remembered
the envelope.
Yes, it was still there, in the inside pocket of my coat. Over dinner that night I
opened it. The contents consisted of two handwritten sheets of paper. They
were apparently written by my mysterious librarian lady and told me how to
find a small shop on a side street close to the city’s main business street.
As I opened the sheets to read them, a small flat object fell out onto the table.
It was a circular disc about the size of a half dollar, made of some metal that
was apparently very old. One side held a faded, barely visible picture of what I
later found out was an Egyptian scarab, and on the other was what looked like
a Chinese character. I also learned that this character was not Chinese, but
Japanese, and was the symbol for the Japanese word, “Ki”, which defies
accurate translation into English, but which is usually rendered as “spirit”,
“energy”, “spiritual force”, or something similar.
The letter said I was to go to the aforementioned small shop and give this
talisman to the proprietor. He would then give me a manuscript which I was to
study and guard carefully.
The letter was unsigned. It was with a sudden shock that I realized that I didn’t
know the librarian’s name.
The following day I went to the small side street mentioned in the letter. It was
in the middle of the block about half a block off the main street and was only a
block long, more like an alley than a street. It was populated by several
nondescript business establishments, all of them looking as if they’d seen better
days.
The one I was looking for was in the center of the block with a sign over the
door reading “CURIOUS GOODS”. I went in and stood at the counter for a
moment until the curtain at the rear rustled and a man came out.
He stood before me on the other side of the counter without a word. I took
out the envelope, removed the letter and tipped out the talisman onto the
counter.
He didn’t answer, but picked up the talisman, slipped it back between the
sheets of the letter, replaced the letter in the envelope, handed it to me with an
emphatic gesture, and once again tapped the “TOMORROW” paper on the
counter.
I started to protest, but he shook his head, thrust the envelope at me and
pointed toward the door. I had no choice but to leave.
I determined to be right in front of his door when he opened the next day, but
as I walked back to the main business street, it suddenly occurred to me that I
didn’t know what his business hours were.
I went into a nearby drugstore and found a phone booth. There was no listing
in either the white or yellow pages for any shop named “CURIOUS GOODS”.
I went to the lunch counter for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. I asked the
waitress if she knew the name of the little short street right behind the main
All this was getting just too mysterious for me. I walked down the main street
and, on an impulse, turned into a book store.
I showed the bookstore owner the talisman, but he was unable to tell me
anything about it, other than identifying the scarab and Japanese writing.
Needless to say, I was at the door of the mysterious shop bright and early the
next day at 8 a.m.
I returned at 9 a.m. to find the door still locked. At 10 a.m. I found a folded
sheet of paper taped to the door. I tore it off and opened it. Clearly and boldly
written in the middle of the page, in the same handwriting as the earlier
“TOMORROW” note, was “5:30 p.m.”
Five thirty? I was supposed to wait around all day until five thirty in the
afternoon? What was I supposed to do with myself till then?
Angry and impatient, I strode rapidly back to the main street and looked up
and down. Eventually I calmed down, had some lunch, and went to a movie.
The film let out a few minutes before five. I made my way back to the little
street and watched the CURIOUS GOODS shop door from the corner. There
Finally, it was 5:29. I walked toward the door and as I approached it, it slowly
swung open. In a moment I found myself inside, standing across the counter
from the proprietor as on the day before.
Again I took out the envelope, extracted the letter, and tipped the talisman out
onto the counter top. And once again he picked it up, turned it over, subjected
each side to the same burning scrutiny and abruptly disappeared behind the
curtain.
It seemed to me that he took longer to reappear this time than the day before,
but perhaps this was simply my impatience. When he finally did reappear, he
was carrying an ornately-carved box of some kind of dark wood I was unable
to identify then or later.
I reached for the box to open it, but he stopped me. Once again he
reassembled the talisman, letter and envelope, gestured that I was to put it back
in my pocket, then handed me the box and, taking my arm, escorted me to the
door.
In a trice I was out on the street and the door was locked again behind me.
Later, relaxed and at ease after a fine evening meal, I went back to my room
and changed into my pajamas before opening the box. I wanted to be as
comfortable as possible before confronting whatever revelations were awaiting
me.
Inside was a manuscript bound together with a silken cord. I turned to the first
page, and then groaned in disappointment. The manuscript was apparently
written in Greek.
Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn, BLAST! What kind of sinister jape was
THIS?
I shook my fist at the ceiling and roundly cursed the manuscript, the mysterious
old man, his equally mysterious shop, the mysterious lady librarian, her even
more mysterious private library, the small town of the private library, the large
Then, trembling and exhausted, I fell back on the bed and closed my eyes,
burying my face in my pillow. Soon I grew calmer and drifted off into a fitful
slumber.
In a dream, the lady librarian appeared before me, not in her severely tailored
suit, but in a diaphanous nightgown that left nothing to the imagination.
Without a word she removed her glasses and untied her hair ribbon, dropping
it on the floor. Then, she lifted the covers and got in bed with me.
At the conclusion of our intimacies, she got out of bed and, leaning over me,
whispered, “Underneath!” She then kissed me tenderly, and gently closed my
eyes with one hand.
I awoke next morning with mixed emotions. The dream had been enjoyable
but I was no closer to solving the mystery of the manuscript.
I went back to my room to get it. As I removed it from the box, I suddenly
heard the librarian’s voice clearly in my ear, repeating the word she said in my
dream:
A small manila envelope was attached to the bottom of the box. I opened it in
a fever of excitement and found a file card inside with the following on it:
αa ηh οo ϖv
βb ιi πp ωw
χc ϕj θq ξx
δd κk ρr ψy
εe λl σs ζz
φf µm τt
γg νn υu
Aha – I had it! I didn’t have to consult with a Greek scholar at the university at
all. The manuscript was written in English, but using the Greek alphabet!
I stuffed the manuscript and the card into my briefcase with the rest of my
papers and started to shove the now-empty box under the bed. Something
caught my eye. I reached under the bed and drew it out.
I took the manuscript and the card with me to work and began the laborious
task of deciphering the manuscript. It took me several days of working through
my lunch hours and stealing what time I could from my regular duties.
It was old when it came into my possession, and I was forbidden to release it to
the public for thirty years. Some of the attitudes and conclusions expressed
therein may seem to you to be out of date. Nevertheless, the conclusions
reached by the unknown writer of the manuscript are valid in a larger sense
than perhaps imagined at the time.
I am sure you can adapt the information in the manuscript to today’s situations
and attitudes. This is possible because, while the manuscript is old, the basic
information given therein is timeless.
I can tell you this about it; the information in it literally changed my life. It got
me started on a path that I am still following and still exploring.
It has helped me enormously. I’m sure it will do the same for you if you will
apply and practice its teachings.
GENE NIELSEN
This information may not seem to be of any use to you now, since you are not
at present involved in the areas the information covers, but one day you will be
involved in these areas, and it is then that you will realize the true value of this
information.
This information may also seem extremely simple and obvious to you when
you first read it, but do not despise it on that account.
Make no mistake, there is more here than you can realize even after many
readings.
Read this manuscript carefully. Absorb its information well. Then practice it.
Down through the ages, there has been one Secret that, if properly
implemented, can bring happiness and success to those who know and practice
it.
These papers will tell you of a need that is universal, and very seldom filled.
There is a certain profession, art, activity or way of making a living which, over
the years, has proven to be of great help, not only to those who are the
recipients of its activity, but to those who practice it as well.
Only a relative few down through the ages have been privileged to engage in
this profession, and those who practice it, when the time comes to pass this
It has been determined by means which do not concern you at this juncture,
and which may even be beyond your present comprehension, that you possess
the required abilities, talents, and requisites to receive this knowledge.
What you do with this knowledge will be up to you. How you use this
information, or if you use it at all, will be up to you. You can be assured,
however, of one fact. If you do decide to pursue this path, it will be a rewarding
one, both in terms of financial security and in the knowledge that you are
helping your fellow man weather the vicissitudes of life.
But be warned! Should you decide to follow this path, there are several factors
which must be taken into account:
Not everyone will appreciate this knowledge. As a matter of fact, there will be
those definitely opposed to it. Should those in power in your city, state or
country be of this persuasion, it will make your practice of this knowledge
difficult. These difficulties can be surmounted, but it may take considerable
time and effort on your part.
You must always use this knowledge for the good of your fellow man, and
never yield to the temptation to amass great personal wealth through its misuse.
Following this path will require time and effort on your part. It is, in many
ways, a lifetime process, and you must invest some of this time and effort in
training yourself properly at the beginning.
The profession for which you have been chosen is that of Private Reader.
The first thing you must do to fulfill your obligations in this direction is to
make a thorough study of one or more of the established systems of divination,
such as Card Reading or Palm Reading. This information is available at public
libraries everywhere, so you will probably not have to make as much of a
financial outlay as you will of time.
The average person is interested in himself and his own problems. Many of
these problems result from personality characteristics which are more or less
But the entertaining private reader, the professional private reader, one who is
always ready to demonstrate his or her skills at a party by telling the guests
about themselves, must have a clever line of talk, regardless of the type of
reading method employed, be it reading the cards, reading the palm, analyzing
your inquirer’s handwriting, finding their significant numbers or whatever
system of divination you may be using.
He must begin the reading by asking a few unrelated questions which put the
inquirer at his ease and allow him to act naturally. This type of question and a
great deal of pleasant chatter should be sandwiched in throughout the reading
so that the inquirer is kept at ease and is not fully aware of what is going on.
This chatter serves to make the inquirer interested and happy throughout the
reading session.
But the heart of the private reading session is not the chatter or meaningless
small talk. These are merely window dressing. You may learn something, or at
least get a few hints during this part of the procedure. But you will learn most
from making careful observations of the inquirer.
All of these matters are related to his or her life and are often results of
personality characteristics which are meaningful.
Then, from time to time during the reading session, ask leading questions,
questions based on what you have seen. His answers will give you hints for
further questions.
Sometimes the tone of voice used in answering your questions, the facial
expressions, the bodily movements, will suggest to a keen observer facts which
can be drawn out as the reading session proceeds.
At times you must make shrewd guesses, a little at a time, and watch your
inquirer’s reactions. These will tell you a great deal, and you can move from
them to other suggestions which will give you new cues. In this way you can fill
in a picture which would otherwise be general and apply to many people. Your
inquirer is not vitally interested in the general factors, but in more specific
things.
From these few facts you can make many judgments. Without doubt, she is
thinking of love. She possibly has many admirers.
You deal out the cards after talking with her a few minutes and making certain
observations to yourself. Then you see a young man in the cards. He is tall,
dark and handsome. A mere suggestion of this fact may bring a glow to her
eyes.
You have a clue. She knows someone who fits this description. You can afford
to ask a few questions and let her dwell on the fact of the man for a moment.
This line of procedure applies regardless of the method of reading you are
using. The reading method will give you suggestions upon which you must
build your case.
What the inquirer does, even the most insignificant act, may be your clue. Use
it. Work it for all that it is worth. It may lead to other clues and, with the help
of your reading method, you can construct an interesting and meaningful
reading.
The most important asset of a good private reader is the ability to size up
personalities. This requires a kind of sensitivity to personal moods and actions.
It is highly possible that you will be looking directly at a person and yet be blind
to actions that mean much. You cannot afford this blindness. It is like a curtain
between you and the inquirer and will make anything that you do with your
reading method of little value.
Some persons are gifted with a keen sensitivity to other persons and their
moods. If you have even a little of this gift, develop it.
They have not tried to suppress the first drawings of sensitivity, but have taken
hold of these early and vague beginnings and by constantly protecting them
have developed them into full maturity.
A person enters your office and immediately you sense that he is unhappy, or
studious, or an energetic businessman.
Follow these impressions. Ask questions, not bold and obvious questions, but
vague questions to confirm your impression. Then go on from there.
At first you will make mistakes. Not every impression is correct. But keep
practicing. You will be surprised at the results even after a short time.
Having sensed the nature of the person you are dealing with and having sized
up his interests and personal characteristics, emphasize things in which he is
interested in your fortune telling or psychic reading for him.
Play on these interests, expand them, and watch his reactions. These will open
doors for you to enter and explore further.
It is safe in most cases with middle-aged men to declare that they have had a
law-suit, or a great dispute as to property, which has given them a great deal of
trouble.
He will have three great chances, or fortunes, in his life. If you know that he has
inherited or made a fortune, or had a good appointment, you may say that he
has already realized one of them. This seldom fails.
"You had at one time great trouble with your relations (or
friends). They treated you very unkindly."
"You have had an enemy who has caused you great trouble. But
he [or she – it is well not to specify which till you find out the sex] will go
too far before long, and his or her effort to injure you will recoil
on him or her."
Or, "You have had enemies, but they are all destined to come to
grief."
"You got yourself once into great trouble by doing a good act."
"You will soon meet with a person who will have a great influence
on your future life if you cultivate his friendship. You will before
long meet someone who will fall in love with you, if encouraged."
"You will find something very valuable if you keep your eyes open
and watch closely. You have twice passed over a treasure and
missed it, but you will have a third opportunity."
"You have been involved in several love affairs, but your conduct
in all was really perfectly blameless."
Another factor must be taken into consideration here. As you continue to grow
and develop in your experience, over time you will receive insights apparently
from nowhere. These will be few and far between at first, and then will
Too, you will find that from time to time your client will DENY the accuracy
or applicability of one of these sudden insights.
By putting the above points adroitly, varying or combining them, and above all
by your insistence on the accuracy and applicability of your impressions.
startling cases of conviction may be made.
Yet even within this deception will be found intuition, or the inexplicable
insight to character as described above, and the deceiver himself be led to
marvel, so true is it that he who flies from Brahma goes towards him, let him do what he
will.
Remember:
TRUTH IS EVERYWHERE
AND EVEN LIES LEAD TO IT
The first is that you must never attempt to be that which you are not. You
must never attempt to diagnose any health condition or prescribe any remedy
for such a condition, for that is against the law unless you are a licensed
medical doctor or other health professional. Refer all questions of health and
disease to competent medical authority.
Similarly, you must never attempt to give legal advice unless you are an
attorney. Again, refer all legal questions to competent and qualified legal
authority.
Secondly, there is a great mass of lore that has come to use from the ages.
Many people have given their lives to the study of this lore. Others come from
a long line of people who have developed fortune telling as a racial and cultural
Others have found over the centuries that it is best and more productive to
emphasize the positive.
Therefore, look for good things. If you find some evil in the cards, in the hand,
or elsewhere, play it down or overlook it altogether. You may cause trouble and
do more harm than good. And you may be mistaken.
There is one exception to this rule. If you see something that is negative in your
readings, but it is something THAT THE INQUIRER CAN REMEDY
THROUGH HIS OR HER OWN EFFORTS, it is your responsibility to point
this out.
For your inquirer to face their problem, and to overcome it, will do two things
for them:
So, look for the good. Look for health, wealth, prosperity, and happiness. Play
these up and you will be popular and people will want to get readings from you.
People like to hear the good and not the bad. You should play on this desire. It
will make everybody happier, and you will be performing a genuine service for
your fellow man.
Just be sure to use this information for the benefit of mankind, else dire events
befall you.
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