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Fourteen Lessons in Yogi Philosophy and Oriental Occultism158
and are delighted to find that you may float at will, moving here and there
in accordance to your wish or desire.
You see great volumes of thought-clouds arising from the city like great
clouds of smoke, rolling along and settling here and there. You also see some
finer vapory thought-clouds in certain quarters, which seem to have the
property of scattering the dark clouds when they come in contact with them.
Here and there you see bright thin lines of bright light, like an electric spark,
traveling rapidly through space, which your guide tells you are telepathic
messages passing from one person to another, the light being caused by the
Prana with which the thought is charged. You see, as you descend toward
the ground, that every person is surrounded by an egg-shaped body of
color,—his aura—in which is reflected his thought and prevailing mental
state, the character of the thought being represented by varying colors.
Some are surrounded by beautiful auras, while others have around them a
black, smoky aura, in which are seen flashes of red light. Some of these auras
make you heart-sick to observe, as they give evidence of such base, gross,
and animal thoughts, that they cause you pain, as you have become more
sensitive now that you are out of your physical body. But you have not much
time to spare here, as your trip is but a short one, and your guide bids you
come on.
You do not seem to change your place in space, but a change seems
to have come over everything—like the lifting of a gauzy curtain in the
pantomime. You no longer see the physical world with its astral phenomena,
but seem to be in a new world—a land of queer shapes. You see astral “shells”
floating about—discarded astral bodies of those who have shed them as
they passed on. These are not pleasant to look upon, and you hurry on with
your guide, but before you leave this second ante-room to the real Astral
World, your guide bids you relax your mental dependence upon your astral
body, and much to your surprise you find yourself slipping out of it, leaving
it in the world of shells, but being still connected with it by a silk-like cord,
or thread, just as it, in turn, is connected with your physical body, which