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Advanced Course in Yogi Philosophy and Oriental Occultism278<br />

poets and the philosophers; and see how soon you will recognize that the<br />

writers are your brothers. The dark corners and hard sayings will become<br />

plain to you now. You need not be alone—you are one of a great and<br />

growing family.<br />

But, on the other hand, avoid being possessed of an inflated idea of<br />

your own development. You are but on the threshold, and the great hall<br />

of the Occult is before you, and in that hall there are many degrees, and an<br />

initiation must be met and passed before you may go on.<br />

Before we pass to the next stage of the growth of the flower, it may be<br />

interesting to our readers to listen to a description of a peculiar experience<br />

related by that great modern writer, Rudyard Kipling—he who understands<br />

much more than he tells his English and American readers—in his story of East<br />

Indian life, entitled “Kim.” Many read what he has said and can “see nothing<br />

in it,” but those who have had glimpses of this Spiritual Consciousness will<br />

readily understand it. Here it is:<br />

“‘Now am I alone—all alone,’ he thought. ‘In all India is no one else so alone as I! If I<br />

die to-day, who shall bring the news—and to whom? If I live and God is good, there<br />

will be a price upon my head, for I am a Son of the Charm—I, Kim.’<br />

“A very few white people, but many Asiatics, can throw themselves into amazement,<br />

as it were, by repeating their own names over and over again to themselves, letting<br />

the mind go free upon speculation as to what is called personal identity.…<br />

“‘Who is Kim—Kim—Kim?’<br />

“He squatted in a corner of the clanging waiting room, rapt from all other thoughts;<br />

hands folded in lap, and pupils contracted to pin points. In a moment—in another<br />

half-second—he felt that he would arrive at the solution of the tremendous puzzle;<br />

but here, as always happens, his mind dropped away from those heights with the<br />

rush of a wounded bird, and passing his hand before his eyes, he shook his head.<br />

“A long-haired Hindu bairagi (holy man) who had just bought a ticket, halted<br />

before him at that moment and stared intently.

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