nimals. The lower
globes represented the development of man. In the long cycle
of evolution, man continues in this way. After he finishes
life on the seven globes, he starts over again on another
seven, only the next group he lives on, his life keeps
progressing. It is not the same life over again. Now you may
look at the Seventh, the planet of Spirituality."
When I looked through the telescope again, I saw a beautiful
globe. It was one great garden. In it there was a monastery
of Nature. Overhead the trees had grown together and formed a
roof. Far off to the north stretched a low range of hills,
also to the east and west, but at the south was a small brook
which ran along close to the altar of the monastery. It
seemed to be happy in its course to the lake as it leaped
over rocky shelves and formed small cascades while the
sunbeams shone through the matted branches of the trees whose
limbs stretched far out over the brook, and made it appear
like a river of silver. I was admiring the scenery when I
heard the voice again:
"You must go now, tell the people what you saw, and some
other night you will see the globe of spirituality more
closely."
I awoke and found myself sitting in the big arm-chair of my
room. "Can it be true, am I mistaken?" I pinched myself to
see if I were awake; walked over to the window and looked
out. There the world was just the same. I was so taken with
the wonderful vision that at the hour of midnight I sit here
and scratch these lines off. I have done as the great mystic
voice commanded me, although it is roughly done, I hope to be
able to tell you about the rest of the vision and more about
the seventh globe some time again.
9
THE VALLEY-ROAD GIRL
The Abbot had been with me about three months when he said:
"We were out to dinner yesterday to a house on the Valley Road, and the
girl there is interested in your work. She asked many things about it.
She's the noblest girl I know."
That last is a literal quotation. I remember it because it appealed to
me at the time and set me to thinking.
"How old is she?"
"Seventeen."
"What is she interested in?"
"Writing, I think. She was the best around here in the essays."
"You might ask her to come."
I heard no more for a time. The Abbot does not rush at things. At the
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