Afif Allahdad al-Najjar should protest her like the leaflet

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" he said, "for we have
to plan your future. We have to see how research into the
human aura can be stimulated, for we have noticed that
when 'aura' is mentioned on Earth, most people try to
change the subject."
The group moved nearer, and I recognized those of whom
I had stood in awe. Now they smiled benevolently upon
me, and greeted me as an equal. "Let us move to more
comfortable surroundings," said one, "so that we may talk
and discuss matters at leisure." We moved along the path
in the direction from whence the men had come until,
turning to follow a bend in the path, we saw before us a
Hall of such surpassing beauty that involuntarily I stopped
with a gasp of pleasure. The walls seemed to be of purest
crystal, with delicate pastel shades and undertones of color
which changed as one looked. The path was soft under-
foot, and it needed little urging on the part of my Guide
to persuade me to enter.
We moved in, and it was as if we were in a great Temple,
a Temple without dark, clean, with an atmosphere that
simply made one feel that this was Life. Through the main
body of the building we went, until we came to what on
Earth I would have called the Abbot's room. Here there
was comfortable simplicity, with a single picture of the
Greater Reality upon the wall. Living plants were about
the walls, and from the wide window