“This bright reflected glory pictures life,” exclaimed Yermah, as the warm afternoon sun spanned the long flowing veil of the falls with a succession of rainbows. “Tell us why,” asked Kerœcia, and with a gesture of silence awaited an answer. The pink and pride of Tlamco was before them, but he was still too young a man to teach philosophy. He looked appealingly at Akaza. “Tell them why this rainbow is like the upward spiral compared with humanity,” directed Akaza. Then he turned to the multitude and said: “Hear my pupil with patience. It is not lawful for youth to speak esoterically.” Yermah flushed with pleasure and answered readily: “Love, as the negative, or feminine, ray of Biune Deity is content and ever seeks to enfold. Wisdom, as the positive, or masculine, ray, is restless, and always in pursuit. The feminine forces in nature strive to encircle the atom, while the masculine attempt to propel it in a straight line. From this dual action of spiritual potentialities is born the spiral—the symbol of eternal progression. Man’s will is electric, penetrating and disruptive. The will of woman is magnetic, attractive and formative. The two express the polar opposites of nature’s creative powers.” “The sun is the center,” continued the speaker, “and around him, like a group of obedient children, are the seven planets of the mystical chain. Each orb produces innumerable types of fauna and flora, corresponding to the action of its own peculiar grades of spiritual force. Each comprises a miniature world of its own. But each planet contains all the attributes of the other six.” “We will engrave these sayings on plates of copper, write them on skins of animals, mold them on cylinders of clay, that they may instruct our tribesmen,” said the Monbas to each other in undertones. “From the spinal column and the base of the brain issue streams of vitalizing power, causing individuals to attract or repel one another. These radiating magnets finally assume the form of spirals, which encircle the earth and penetrate to its very center, and then expand themselves, mist-like, into beautiful rainbows, such as we see here.” “In which direction do they go?” asked Kerœcia. “They flow backward in their orbit, and gradually ascend spirally. The first round corresponds to the earth’s annual orbit around the sun, and is red. Each convolution doubles in size as it ascends. The second round is orange; the third, yellow; the fourth, green; the fifth, blue; the sixth, indigo; and the last is violet.” “Haille! Haille!” they cried. And the outburst was as spontaneous from one side as from the other. * * * * * Kerœcia held up her hand to command attention. “Comrades, thou knowest the mission of our brothers from Tlamco. What are thy wishes?” “We desire the little mother to follow her own inclination. We feel that she would be safe and free from annoyance in Tlamco,” they answered.