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--
" My Guide smiled benevolently as he spoke.
I lay back, then started up in fright, "My body, where
is my Earth body?"
"Rest, Lobsang, rest," replied the Lama. "Rest and we
will show you much when your strength is greater."
Slowly the light in the room faded from golden to a
restful purplish haze. I felt a cool, strong hand placed upon
my forehead, and a soft, furry paw rested in the palm of my
right hand, and I knew no more.
I dreamed that I was again upon Earth. I gazed down,
emotionless while Russian soldiers raked through the
ruined troop-carrier, pulling out burned bodies and bits of
bodies. I saw a man look up, and point. Heads turned up-
wards in answer to his gestures, and I looked as well. There
was my broken body teetering across the top of a high wall.
Blood was running from the mouth and nostrils. I watched
while my body was removed from the wall and placed in
an ambulance. As the car drove off to a hospital I hovered
above and saw all. My Silver Cord was intact, I observed;
it glistened like blue morning mists in the valleys.
Russian orderlies pulled out the stretcher, not being
particularly careful. Joltingly they carried it into an oper-
ating theatre and rolled my body on to a table. Nurses cut
off my blood-stained clothes and dropped them in a refuse
b