"I only arrived in England last year, and established myself in this
house, which I found convenient to the city and also isolated enough
to permit me to live my own life without comment. I have one servant,
whom I hired when I first settled down, and he serves me sufficiently
well--that is, he does everything necessary for my material wants, and
speaks to no one about the life I lead. I frequently leave my body for
days, and soar, untrammelled, through the wide expanse of the
infinite--I have strange visions, wild dreams, unexplainable
ecstacies--and my only regret is, that being bound by the laws of the
universe, which are fixed and unalterable, I have to return at certain
intervals to this body. Of course, my servant knows nothing of my
trances, as his knowledge of me is bounded by the life I lead in this
house.
"Curiously enough, in spite of my years of spiritual training, my
material desires were not yet conquered, and six months after my
arrival in this country I fell in love. What attracted me most about
the young lady I became attached to, was not her beauty of face and
form, although in both of these she was pre-eminent, but the strong
masculine spirit which inhabited her feminine body. I was introduced
to her through the medium of her father, on whom I called to deliver a
letter of introduction from a friend in India. Finding that my
material nature had surrendered to the spell she had cast over me, I
determined to marry her and initiate her into the mysteries of occult
science, so that, like myself, her soul would be able to leave her
body and fly side by side with mine through infinite space. She,
however, was already in love with a young man about her own age, and,
not finding my ancient years and my scarred and emaciated body
sufficiently attractive, refused to marry me--so, after many trials,
failing to shake her resolution, I gave up all thought of attaining my
object and returned here to await in patience the period of my
solution, when my soul will at last leave this body and reside for
ever in the unseen world which it loves.
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