A Facinating book about one of the giants of Twentieth Century Occultism Picture to yourself a London businessman, conventional of suit, measured of speech, ‘a plain-looking man, suggesting in dress and appearance the English tradesman.’ Then picture the same man crawling and scraping through underground tunnels in Constantinople as he searches for lost manuscripts. Picture him in the forefront of a cosmic battle, reorienting soldiers as they ‘die’ in the chaos of war. Picture his own life preserved from certain death as a spirit guide intervenes, and a bullet passes right through him. Welcome to the Two Worlds of Wellesley Tudor Pole.