"As the years rolled by, I was initiated into the most profound
mysteries and by subjecting my body to the ordeal of fasting, as
practised by the fakirs and yoghis of Hindostan, I gained a wonderful
command over the spiritual part of myself. Unluckily, my grandfather
died just as I was attaining the last secrets of Eastern psychology,
and, his influence being withdrawn, his fellow priests determined to
kill me as one knowing too much of their secrets and dangerous to the
brotherhood. Fortunately, however, my learning stood me in good stead
for I discovered my danger and fled from the neighbourhood. This would
not have saved me, seeing that the priests had at their command
secrets which, if used, would have annihilated me physically by
disintegrating my body, and sending my soul forth to the infinite
without its fleshy envelope.
"At this critical stage of my career, however, I chanced to meet my
old friend, Lai Chunder, who was still engaged in his life-long
penance, and by his power I was protected in a great measure from the
malignity of the Brahmins. Lai Chunder was a man who had a marvellous
knowledge of those secrets of psychological science for which the
self-complacent savants of Europe profess such profound contempt. For
them the Hindoo trinity of Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver,
and Siva the Destroyer, instead of being the visible emblems of a
subtle religious system, are merely the proof of a gross idolatry.
Thanks to my Indian blood, my initiation into the secret brotherhood,
and my acquaintance with the learned yoghi, Lai Chunder, I was enabled
to pierce the painted veil which hid the shrine from the eyes of the
common people and participate in the wonderful secrets of
metempsychosis won from the spiritual world through long centuries of
patient work.
"I remained a long time with Lai Chunder, submitted myself to
prolonged fastings, to terrible ordeals which required a soul of iron
to withstand, and after years of self-torture, months of motionless
contemplations, and long weeks of ardent study, I arrived at a
profound knowledge of the hidden mysteries of the spiritual world. The
ordeal was a frightful one, physically as well as mentally, but thanks
to the tremendous vital powers I inherited from my father, and the
subtle intellect which was the gift of my mother, I survived years of
anguish and suffering, attaining at last the wished-for goal. I could
leave this tenement of clay at will, and could send my astral body
whither I desired.
"I could indulge in the dreams of a god, and partake of the joys of
Paradise even before my body had perished from this earth. Willingly
would I have remained away for ever and let my pain-twisted, scarred
body return to the earth from whence it originally sprung, but the
laws of the Universe prevented me; my time had not yet come, and I was
forced to return at certain intervals and re-incarnate myself in this
body which I now wear.
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