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The ninth vibration and other stories by L. Adams (Lily Moresby Adams) Beck
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in a rhythmic tread to the feet of the mountain Goddess - again
we followed to where she bent to hear. But now, solemn listening
faces crowded in the shadows about her, grave eyes fixed
immovably upon what lay at her feet - a man, submerged in the
pure light that fell from her presence, his dark face stark and
fine, lips locked, eyes shut, arms flung out cross-wise in utter
abandonment, like a figure of grief invisibly crucified upon his
shame. I stopped a few feet from him, arrested by a barrier I
could not pass. Was it sleep or death or some mysterious state
that partook of both? Not sleep, for there was no flutter of
breath. Not death - no rigid immobility struck chill into the
air. It was the state of subjection where the spirit set free
lies tranced in the mighty influences which surround us
invisibly until we have entered, though but for a moment, the
Ninth Vibration.

And now, with these Listeners about us, a clear voice began and
stirred the air with music. I have since been asked in what
tongue it spoke and could only answer that it reached my ears in
the words of my childhood, and that I know whatever that language
had been it would so have reached me.

"Great Lady, hear the story of this man's fall, for it is the
story of man. Be pitiful to the blind eyes and give them light."

There was long since in Ranipur a mighty King and at his birth
the wise men declared that unless he cast aside all passions that
debase the soul, relinquishing the lower desires for the higher
until a Princess laden with great gifts should come to be his
bride, he would experience great and terrible misfortunes. And
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