shall I describe that strange night in the jungle. There were
fire-flies or dancing points of light that recalled them. Perhaps
she was only thinking them - only thinking the moon and the
quiet, for we were in the world where thought is the one reality.
But they went with us in a cloud and faintly lighted our way.
There were exquisite wafts of perfume from hidden flowers
breathing their dreams to the night. Here and there a drowsy bird
stirred and chirped from the roof of darkness, a low note of
content that greeted her passing. It was a path intricate and
winding and how long we went, and where, I cannot tell. But at
last she stooped and parting the boughs before her we stepped
into an open space, and before us - I knew it - I knew it! - The
House of Beauty.

She paused at the foot of the great marble steps and looked at
me.

"We have met here already."

I did not wonder - I could not. In the Ninth vibration surprise
had ceased to be. Why had I not recognized her before - O dull of
heart! That was my only thought. We walk blindfold through the
profound darkness of material nature, the blinder because we
believe we see it. It is only when the doors of the material are
closed that the world appears to man as it exists in the eternal
truth.

"Did you know this?" I asked, trembling before mystery.

"I knew it, because I am awake. You forgot it in the dull sleep