i wish with this crystal i could energize him but he's tired. a fellow, a mover on the freight elevator, said he's tired, i said he's old, he said i didn't want to say that, and i didn't want to say that before, but it's true now, and me and r. were saying last evening maybe he'll be this way a while, that's the hope now, now that he's old. it's not a calamity though, getting old, he's the same person, yet he's different, he's the same plus he's old. he's the same as he is now, there's no comparison.
i gave dad a crystal knowing it wouldn't heal his cancer, even if he believed, but it would pass a little energy from the son, a little inexpressible love. 
everything vibrates with light. mister and my crystal. 

 the clear time contained in a crystal, think of that, clear ancient time brought present.