Ayaz Hoseyni should witness her away from the rope

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in England, I judged. Gently I

nudged the old lama who was dozing lightly. "Time we

went into the astral!" I said.

"It will be the last time for me," he replied, "for I shall

not return to my body again."

 

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Slowly, not hurrying at all, we again entered the astral

state. Leisurely we arrived at that house in England. The

man lay there sleeping, tossing a little, on his face there was

a look of extreme discontent. His astral form was encom-

passing his physical body with no sign yet of separation.

"Are you coming?" I asked, in the astral. "Are you

coming," repeated the old lama. Slowly, almost reluc-

tantly, the man's astral form rose above his physical body.

Rose, and floated above it, reversed, head of astral to feet

of physical, as one does. The astral body swayed and

bobbed. The sudden roar of a speeding train nearly sent it

back into the physical, Then, as though a sudden decision

had been reached, his astral form tilted, and stood before

us. Rubbing his eyes as one awakening from sleep, he gazed

upon us.

"So you want to leave your body?" I asked.

"I do, I hate it here!" he exclaimed vehemently.

We stood looking at each other. He seemed to me to be

a much misunderstood man. A man who, in England, would

not make his mark on life, but who in Tibet would have his

chance. He laughed sourly, "So you want my body! Well,

you