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envelope, I read the following very singular letter, written in a female hand, and in the English language: “ ‘M�������, “ ‘Remember that you have met one human soul who knows and thoroughly understands your strange, mysterious and inexplicable nature— your heaven’s heights, your hell’s depths, your spacic breadth, your volcanic eruptions, your ocean of godlike calmness, and all-pervading, allsustaining, holy stillness and quiet, wherein the soul in its magnificent grandeur sweeps over all space and all time, and lives an infinity of lives in its own self-created world! As such I see and know you. Yet in all this I see still other and a greater character to arise in your being than now exists there; I see a character is to arise, if you will allow the grander, diviner elements of your being, and also the heavenly elements that surround you, to blend into one united force of harmonic intelligence, that will mould your entire self into a man such as I cannot now describe. Two ways, my friend, are now before you. One so grand, so sublime, that I would