“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 longer. You should go on. In three days it will be possible.”
“But how have you learnt—a girl and young?”
“Through a close union with Nature—that is one of the three roads. But I know little as yet. Now take my hand and come.