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if you then are sure beyond all doubt that you want to go
through with this, I will release you and send you off on
your own journey."
He sighed with satisfaction, and a beatific expression stole
over his face as he slowly withdrew into the physical body.
The old lama and I rose up, and returned to Tibet.
The sun was shining from a blue cloudless sky. Beside
me, as I returned to my physical body, the empty shell of
the old lama slumped lifeless to the floor. He, I reflected,
had gone to peace after a long and honorable life. I-by
the Holy Tooth of Buddha-what had I let myself in for?
Messengers went forth into the high mountain lands to
the New Home carrying my written affirmation that I
would do the task as requested. Messengers came to me,
bringing me as a graceful gesture of friendship some of
those Indian cakes which had so often been my weakness
when I was at the Chakpori. To all intents I was a prisoner
in my mountain home. My request that I be permitted to
steal down, even in disguise, for a last visit to my beloved
Chakpori was denied me. "You may fall victim to the in-
vaders, my brother," they told me, "for they are remarkably
quick to pull the trigger if they have any suspicion."
"You are sick, Reverend Abbot," said another. "Should
you descend the mountain side your health may not permit
you to return. If your Silver Cord be severed, then the
Task will not be accomplished."
The Task!