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the interior of the earth, for this was a
day which was momentous to me, a day when I was re-
turning from three days in the astral state.  Time passed
and I found myself deeper, deeper in the subterranean
chamber in increasing blackness, a blackness which seemed
to sound, a blackness which seemed to vibrate.
In my imagination I could picture the world above me,
the world to which I was now returning.  I could visualize
the familiar scene now hidden by total darkness.  I waited,
poised in the air like a cloud of incense smoke in a temple.
Gradually, so gradually, so slowly that it was some time
before I could even perceive it, a sound came down the
corridor, the vaguest of sounds, but gradually swelling and
increasing in intensity.  The sound of chanting, the sound
of silver bells, and the muffled "shush-shush" of leather-
bound feet.  At last, at long last, an eerie wavering light

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appeared glistening along the walls of the tunnel.  The
sound was becoming louder now.  I waited poised above a
rock slab in the darkness.  I waited.
Gradually, oh so gradually, so painfully slowly, moving
figures crept cautiously down the tunnel towards me.  As
they came closer I saw that they were yellow-robed monks
bearing aloft glaring torches, precious torches from the
temple above with rare resin woods and incense sticks
bound together giving a fragrant scent to drive away the
odors of death and of decay, b
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