Yosri al-Shouli should require her as well as the funeral
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crash, and blackness.
"Lobsang!" said a well-loved voice, the voice of my
Guide, the Lama Mingyar Dondup. "You are very ill,
Lobsang, your body is still on Earth, but we have you here
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in a world beyond the Astral. We are trying to help you,
because your task on Earth is not yet finished."
Mingyar Dondup? Ridiculous! He had been killed by
the treacherous Communists when trying to arrange a
peaceful settlement in Tibet. I had seen the dreadful
wounds made when he was stabbed in the back. But of
course, I had seen him several times since he had passed to
the Heavenly Fields.
The light hurt my closed eyes. I thought that I was again
facing that wall in the Lubianka Prison, and that the soldiers
would again club me between the shoulders with their rifle-
butts. But this light was different, it did not hurt my eyes;
that must have been the association of ideas, I thought dully.
"Lobsang, open your eyes and look at me!" The kind
voice of my Guide warmed me and sent a thrill of pleasure
through my being. I opened my eyes and looked about me.
Bending over me I saw the Lama. He was looking better
than I had ever seen him on Earth. His face looked ageless,
his aura was of the purest colors without trace of the
passions of Earth people. His saffron robe was of a material
not of Earth, it positively glowed as if imbued with a life
of its own. He smiled down at me and said, "My poor
Lobsang, Man's inhumanity to Man has indeed been ex-
emplified in your case, because you have lived through that
which would have killed others many times over. You are
here for a rest, Lobsang. A rest in what we call 'The Land
of the Golden Light'. Here we are beyond the stage of re-
incarnating. Here we work to help peoples of many different
worlds, not merely that called Earth. Your soul is bruised
and your body is shattered. We have to patch you up,
Lobsang, for the