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red." They led me into a warm room where
there were two light colored Negro women. Soon I was
wrapped in hot blankets, eating hot food. Then, they
showed me a place where I could sleep, and I drifted off.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

For two days and nights I slept, my exhausted body
hovering between two worlds. Life had always been hard
to me, always suffering and great misunderstanding. But
now I slept.
My body was left behind me, left upon Earth. As I soared
upwards I saw that one of the Negro women was looking
down at my empty shell with great compassion on her face.
Then she turned away and sat by a window, looking out
upon the dingy street. Freed of the fetters of the body, I
could see even more clearly the colors of the astral. These
people, these colored people who were helping me when
those of the white race could only persecute, were good.
Suffering and hardships had refined their egos, and
their insouciant attitude was merely to cover up their
inner feelings. My money, all that I had earned by
hardship, suffering and self-denial, was tucked beneath
my pillow, as safe with these people as in the strongest
bank.
I soared on and on, leaving the confines of time and
space, entering astral plane after astral plane. At last I
reached the Land of the Golden Light where my Guide,
the Lama Mingyar Dondup waited to receive me.
"Your sufferings have been truly great," he s