Higher up in the mountains a Hindoo ceremony was being performed by Terah, the high priest. Two young priests who graduated at Delhi the same time the Doctor did, assisted in the ceremony. One had a temple at Ellora, the other at Loodiana, two large cities in India. The old temple was decorated with gorgeous tropical flowers. The altar was one massive bank of red and white roses. The bride and her maids carried large bouquets of lillies of the valley. Kezia wore long white silk robes, the sash embroidered with lillies of the valley. She wore Princess Mara’s wedding veil, also a long string of large pink pearls that Prince Cresto gave her at the ceremony. A slave carried a large casket of precious jewels for the bride. The guests were all of high caste. All were merry, congratulating the bride and kissing her. The gentlemen were throwing lovely buds and flowers at the happy couple. The high priest, Terah, is telling of his secret marriage when he was a young priest in Nizagapatum, a lovely city on the Bay of Bengal: “My dear old high priest saw in a vision that Sizuna was my soul mate, that God had made us for each other. This ancient seer told me I would find her in the province of Bengal, a mile south of the capital of Calcutta. He described her, told me her name, age and all about her people. I went to the place and found it just as he foretold. All was just as he prophesied. Our King opposed the wedding, so we were married secretly. We went to a small isle at the mouth of the Ganges. There were four lovely little islands here. I took charge of a temple on the one called Sundeep; the names of the other three were Hattiah, Dakhin, and Shaboz. I was the happiest priest in the world. We loved and served the people day and night, never growing tired in doing good. We gave all our wealth to the poor in Calcutta and to our temple. She named our dear old temple, ‘The Temple of the Soul.’ And it was in every sense of the word. You, my dear children, could not believe the wonderful things that happened there in our circle. In that lovely temple we had three large golden symbols inlaid in our marble altar—the cross, triangle and circle; the circle representing God, the Universal Soul. India is the birthplace of all religions—the Eden—the conjugal circle of soul. The soul is everything to a true Hindoo. Some priests in India almost starve in order to develope the soul.