Eileen Garrett, with the exception of Mrs. Leonard, is the outstanding trance medium of this century, born, just before the end of the last, in Ireland--six miles from Tara. ""There may be nothing in it. Nothing at all. Who knows."" But her early awareness of her gifts as a sensitive led on to her activities as a medium, her collateral experiences with the Society for Psychical Research in England, later here, her short stint with Rhine, her own Parapsychology Foundation. Among her friends, patrons, colleagues--Lawrence, the Huxleys, the Manns, Conan Doyle, Carrel and Carrington. Yeats; among her other interests--publishing (the now defi Creative Age Press and magazine Tomorrow). Beyond one incident with Cecil B. De Mille, there isn't too much to direct this to the Ruth Montgomery market--certainly many of her more notable ""out of the body"" experiences she has recorded in earlier books. Here, the voice or voices are more subdued--with the discretion and dignity of age she turns from actualities to abstractions: the unconscious, death, etc. In an era dominated by other frequencies, psychical research is doomed. That's the message of this medium.