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The ninth vibration and other stories by L. Adams (Lily Moresby Adams) Beck
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called death."

She smiled her sweet wise smile.

"Where we are death is not. Where death is we are not. But you
will understand better soon."

Our march curving took us by the Mogul gardens of Achibal, and
the glorious ruins of the great Temple at Martund, and so down to
Bawan with its crystal waters and that loveliest camping ground
beside them. A mighty grove of chenar trees, so huge that I felt
as if we were in a great sea cave where the air is dyed with the
deep shadowy green of the inmost ocean, and the murmuring of the
myriad leaves was like a sea at rest. I looked up into the noble
height and my memory of Westminster dwindled, for this led on and
up to the infinite blue, and at night the stars hung like fruit
upon the branches. The water ran with a great joyous rush of
release from the mountain behind, but was first received in a
broad basin full of sacred fish and reflecting a little temple of
Maheshwara and one of Surya the Sun. Here in this basin the water
lay pure and still as an ecstasy, and beside it was musing the
young Brahman priest who served the temple. Since I had joined
Vanna I had begun with her help to study a little Hindustani, and
with an aptitude for language could understand here and there. I
caught a word or two as she spoke with him that startled me, when
the high-bred ascetic face turned serenely upon her, and he
addressed her as "My sister," adding a sentence beyond my
learning, but which she willingly translated later. - "May He who
sits above the Mysteries, have mercy upon thy rebirth."

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