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--
Tut, tut, No. Nothing more
about the subject.
This book follows on from The Third Eye, and from Doctor
from Lhasa. At the very outset I am going to tell you that this
is Truth, not fiction. Everything that I have written in the other
two books is true, and is my own personal experience. What
I am going to write about concerns the ramifications of the
human personality and ego, a matter at which we of the Far
East excel.
However, no more Foreword. The book itself is the thing!



CHAPTER ONE

The jagged peaks of the hard Himalayas cut deeply into
the vivid purple of the Tibetan evening skies. The setting
sun, hidden behind that mighty range, threw scintillating,
iridescent colors on the long spume of snow perpetually
blowing from the highest pinnacles. The air was crystal
clear, invigorating, and giving almost limitless visibility.
At first glance, the desolate, frozen countryside was
utterly devoid of life. Nothing moved, nothing stirred
except the long pennant of snow blowing high above.
Seemingly nothing could live in these bleak mountainous
wastes. Apparently no life had been here since the begin-
ning of time itself
Only when one knew, when one had been shown time
after time, could one detect-with difficulty the faint
trace that humans lived here. Familiarity alone would guide
one's footsteps in this harsh, forbidding place. Then only
would one see the shadow-enshrouded entrance to a deep
and gloomy cave, a cave which was but the vestibule to a
myriad of tunnels and chambers honeycombing this austere
mountain range.
For long months past, the most trusted of lamas, acting as
menial carriers, had painfully trudged the hundreds of miles
from Lhasa ca