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In Lincoln, CA now. It was 97 today and will be 100 tomorrow. 

July 30, 1935
I thought I might have been coming down with a fever or worse. I was terribly worried that it might be malaria. And I could see fear in not only Indy's face but that as well in our crew. For this disease has been devastating India for centuries. And it has become worse and wide spread. Death almost everywhere. As well as economic losses and to a great degree at that in this year alone.
It wasn't that after all, thank God for that! It turned out to be simply a nasty fever.
I had experienced a high fever. And during such period of time, I was in a dream like state of mind. Delirious really, it was like some kind of odd, but interesting if not intriguing adventure. It was then that I could see, or thought I had, many spectrals of not just this time, but from the past and the future.
I was visited by Mara, and she showed me the many wonders of her temple. But she also warned me of the tunnel of torment and her cavern of bubbling death. As well as many skulls, rats, bugs, darts and if that was not bad enough, Indy's favorite .............. snakes. Plus........ the mother of all snakes at that, which also resides in her temple. There are also mummies to be dealt with.
My mind then visited Gandhi and his speaking of हरिज(Harijan) meaning children of God. And that no one should be called nor considered untouchable.
I then saw a time that I do not recognize from experience nor education, but I can tell that it is in the future. From the United States entering a new war. And a world war at that, to terrible losses that will ensue.
The name Morrison then entered my visions, he will be spending time in the universal mind and will be feeling fine. And he was speaking of a lizard king too.
From the first night of high fever until it ended several days later, each night a cheeky little monkey would come into my tent to entertain me, when the spectrals were not. Frankly, I am not certain as to whether or not, he was a figment of my imagination or the real thing. Regardless, I really like that little guy, and miss him, actually. He told me his name is George. Go figure an American name for an Indian monkey.