My hearing first. Bare feet were coming, falling softly as
leaves, but unmistakable. There was a dim whispering but I could
hear no word. I rose on my elbow and looked down the long hall.
Nothing. The moonlight lay in pools of light and seas of shadow
on the floor, and the feet drew nearer. Was I afraid? I cannot
tell, but a deep expectation possessed me as the sound grew like
the rustle of grasses parted in a fluttering breeze, and now a
girl came swiftly up the steps, irradiate in the moonlight, and
passing up the hall stood beside me. I could see her robe, her
feet bare from the jungle, but her face wavered and changed and
re- united like the face of a dream woman. I could not fix it for
one moment, yet knew this was the messenger for whom I had waited
all my life - for whom one strange experience, not to be told at
present, had prepared me in early manhood. Words came, and I
said:

"Is this a dream?"

"No. We meet in the Ninth Vibration. All here is true."

"Is a dream never true?"

"Sometimes it is the echo of the Ninth Vibration and therefore a
harmonic of truth. You are awake now. It is the day-time that is
the sleep of the soul. You are in the Lower Perception, wherein
the truth behind the veil of what men call Reality is perceived."

"Can I ascend?"