which we call daily life. But we were here and THEY began the
story of the King who made this house. Tonight we shall hear it.
It he story of Beauty wandering through the world and the world
received her not. We hear it in this place because here he
agonized for what he knew too late."

"Was that our only meeting?"

"We meet every night, but you forget when the day brings the
sleep of the soul. - You do not sink deep enough into rest to
remember. You float on the surface where the little bubbles of
foolish dream are about you and I cannot reach you then."

"How can I compel myself to the deeps?"

"You cannot. It will come. But when you have passed up the bridle
way and beyond the Shipki, stop at Gyumur. There is the Monastery
of Tashigong, and there one will meet you-

"His name?"

"Stephen Clifden. He will tell you what you desire to know.
Continue on then with him to Yarkhand. There in the Ninth
Vibration we shall meet again. It is a long journey but you will
be content."

"Do you certainly know that we shall meet again?"

"When you have learnt, we can meet when we will. He will teach
you the Laya Yoga. You should not linger here in the woods any