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A Series of Lessons in Gnani Yoga854
latter. The wife said nothing, but after her husband had left for his office, she
went to the attic and unpacked an old trunk containing some odds and ends,
relics, heirlooms, etc., and drew from it an old necklace of peculiar pattern
that her grandfather had brought back from India, where he had lived in
his younger days, and which had been in the family ever since. She laid the
necklace on the table, so that her husband would see it upon his return. The
moment his eyes fell upon it, he turned white as death, and gasped “My
God! that’s the necklace!”
A writer in a Western journal gives the following story of a Southern
woman. “When I was in Heidelberg, Germany, attending a convention of
Mystics, in company with some friends I paid my first visit to the ruined
Heidelberg Castle. As I approached it I was impressed with the existence of a
peculiar room in an inaccessible portion of the building. A paper and pencil
were provided me, and I drew a diagram of the room even to its peculiar
floor. My diagram and description were perfect, when we afterwards visited
the room. In some way, not yet clear to me, I have been connected with
that apartment. Still another impression came to me with regard to a book,
which I was made to feel was in the old library of the Heidelberg University.
I not only knew what the book was, but even felt that a certain name of an
old German professor would be found written in it. Communicating this
feeling to one of the Mystics at the convention, a search was made for the
volume, but it was not found. Still the impression clung to me, and another
effort was made to find the book; this time we were rewarded for our pains.
Sure enough, there on the margin of one of the leaves was the very name
I had been given in such a strange manner. Other things at the same time
went to convince me that I was in possession of the soul of a person who
had known Heidelberg two or three centuries ago.”
A contributor to an old magazine relates, among other instances, the
following regarding a friend who remembers having died in India during
the youth of some former life. He states: “He sees the bronzed attendants
gathered about his cradle in their white dresses: they are fanning him.