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Marion M. Vandellen

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--
to have a
little more faith. But most of the Westerners are mad any-
way, so why bother?
Every year parties of us, those who had done best at

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their studies went on herb-gathering expeditions. Plants and
pollens, roots and seeds, were carefully gathered, treated,
and stored in yak-hide sacks. I loved the work and studied
well. Now I find that the herbs I knew so well cannot be
obtained here.
Eventually I was considered fit to take the Ceremony of
the Little Death, which I wrote about in The Third Eye.
By special rituals I was placed in a state of cataleptic death,
far beneath the Potala, and I journeyed into the past,
along the Akashic Record. I journeyed, too, to the lands
of the Earth. But let me write it as it felt to me then.
The corridor in the living rock hundreds of feet beneath
the frozen earth was dank, dank and dark with the dark-
ness of the tomb itself. I moved along its length


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