The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-12-19

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SsSSI S Ss@r drink slD lRsESGassS Sss Il. !:
half filed with n strange mixture; he said
ddHss q wf' 4 sS%po so%in sR"; 20 sG US he o's ssd1f
am using his own words now.-seyonty.nlne
different drinks In seyenty.ninc different places.
Out OF each drink he. had put q sample, etoa'
We took IL away from him and-would have
hand and the bottle fell hSrmiessiy into yon ash
barrel. For some time. IL has interested me TO
apply something like the X:ray process 70 our
sympathy, of enlightened mentalities, oil thcso
snof6er's .rou 'n0 All iI my enlightened life ] have
lliiyed in the hope of seeing a yogi. But the soul
that contains one Is nothing but Q black PIT
mans seplfor hours and hours; I grew faint
In screening; In a moment OF sSstrseti 9ro,n !
Tho ash barrel and drank Of it.. In blu. two
short minutes tho things on the inside OF thnt
man became to me as clear as the ashes IN an
into this place. They drank Of the fat bottle
yogis: Il was u happy. happy night, but the
morning found us sick and famo. 1t found the
nat aw bottle u, q, a. we thouEht; empty en- tsr,,,0 III. die.
backward, The accomplishment, will be use
oat the yogi. The yogi is almost gone. The
young man has not mentioned, the word .bln1'
q SIX Of fV green I ra,s % %aIs ruby asS nc eyes SS'd that Ss = used q
their own flaming tails for skipping ropes.
Now his dream is continually OF pink mshat,
tho hollows Of their hands.
Just before i sent for you, reporter, brother.
derfuI liquid left in the black bottle. 1 am
going to take one last look at the yogi. .lmme-
diately after have looked, will project on n
He picked up the bottle and stood beside the
n .,4 A. ---.,.,,, l.. Ia
The. cellar was dark. There was q tiny
,mplunk" as the cork came out Of the bottle.
1T The 81 room tsn S Mss instantly nnS GsTyHaea with iii t IN od9 #
sshofcd one. The head swan. The darkness
i Ssis'i light st.eH The % air w Sas' i fail 't Of tre@endoas
sounds. Strange little truant breezes, two
inches Inches, across ,Ss Fan, and an ami inch Shs deep Ipn;s cams ,h wondering Ho1iar
II see. see. Almost gone. But zee. l do
1t was the voice Of the chela, but It sounded
light began, to dance and glow on the white,
washed wall. 1t grew to be three feot In diam
It fseT was Ip Paint n s sSS er 1es fe fainter r sPsGS Siau here
"See itf". gasped the chela. d you gee It'll
The yogi is going away. Going away. Most
sure enough 1t was. The figure faded al
most Instantly from sight; The circle of light
an w Mas R ~ Maa IN apP ttme. IT h mSS have 9 % bssn am
hour or It may have been ten hours, the senses
came back, The faint smell rs Of burning
lay face down on the cement floor. The wan.
faced young man was speaking in a full,
round voice.
"As the universes." he was saying, "are in.
finite thought forms, it is conceivable there
are innumerable forms not manifested to the
senses as at present organized. 1t is ~conceiv.
able that the nebulous state 10 q lower ratio OF
vibration than that which preceded IL; conse.
quently. this previous condition would not be
manifested to the senses. The nebulous state
then II the primary sense manifestation from
the unknowable reality"
The chela raised his head from the floor and
listened. ~
"Khoot Hoomi be blessed he shouted. "the
stranger Is saved. His yopi is gone. He has
become a guru at q single bound"
With shrieks of joy an eager multitude OF
tho enlightened came Gathering down the cellar
stairs. The reporter climbed out Of a Goa
chute and escaped. ~.