abandon those associations on behalf of the bowler

the blind lama, whose presence I had
almost forgotten while thinking my own unhappy thoughts.
"Brother, shall we go?" Together we sat in the lotus
position and meditated upon that which we were going to
do. The gentle night wind moaned softly in ecstasy as it
played around the crags and pinnacles of rock and whis-
pered in our window. With the not unpleasing jerk which
so often accompanies such release, the blind lama-now
blind no longer-and I soared from our earthly bodies into
the freedom of another plane.
"It is good to see again," said the lama, "for one treasures
one's sight only when it is gone." We floated along together,
along the familiar path to that place which we termed the
Hall of Memories. Entering in silence, we saw that others

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were engaged in research into the Akashic but what they
saw was invisible to us, as our own scenes would be invisible
to them.
"Where shall we start, Brother," said the old lama. "We
do not want to intrude," I replied, "but we should see
what sort of a man with whom we deal."
For a while there was silence between us as pictures
sharp and clear formed for us to see. "Eek!" I exclaimed
jumping up in alarm. "He is married. What can I do
about that? I am a celibate monk! I am getting out of
this." I turned in great alarm and was stopped by the
sight of the old man fairly shaking with laughter. For a
time his mirth was so great that he simply could not speak.
"Brother, Lobsang," he managed to say at last, "you


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