Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

have us as tenants, even going to the extent of having a dis-
agreement with a previous tenant, thus making it possible for
us to have two rooms, since we had made it clear that we
would not contemplate only one. The time must have been
around August or perhaps September, it is one of the dates I
cannot exactly recall, which is unusual for me who has never
had much trouble in that direction. What I do remember is
how we used to sit in the small garden at the back of the house,
in the late summer evenings, and how we suffered from huge
mosquito bites, caused, no doubt, by huge mosquitoes.
It was not a happy time, by any stretch of the imagination,
everything was inconvenient and one felt out of place in that
area, which seemed to be off the beaten track. We had a com-
munal bathroom and fixed up a cooking stove in one of the
rooms, a quite illegal procedure now, I suppose, and the land-
lady was quite temperamental, one who thought she could rule
the’|boarders’. She spent a lot of her time in her room, and she
gave us to understand she was a sort of ‘Ann Landers’ who
dealt with queries from correspondents, for a fee, and judging
from her conversation she acted in the capacity of a kind of
fortune teller! At any rate she was a good source of income for
the mail office.
This lady was of a strong character, and to those who be-
lieve in reincarnation one might rightly come to the conclusion
that she (or he) had been of some importance in other lives—in
her present life she had been in close contact with a high-
personage in Asia, while acting as though she was still in that
environment. Her out-of-date clothes showed she had defin-
itely belonged to the upper class and, though quite elderly, she
had a young man companion! How I wish I could convey a
picture telepathically, clairvoyantly, or whatever, because I
doubt if I can conjure up the words to describe one episode.
We were still with Madame at Christmas time, and as is the
custom, most people enjoy the feeling of friendship for that
day at least. Something like going to church on Sundays and
being more or less enemies until next Sunday.
Well, our bedroom was right opposite that of Madame, and
we could hear the rustling of paper and loud breathing as we
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