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Full text of "A hermit in the Himalayas"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

My Nightly Vigils in the Open—Reflections on the Stars—-The Truth
about Astrology—The Mystery of Sinus—Are tlie Planets Peopled?--
The Symbolism of (he Sun—The Deodar Tree Speaks—Farewell to My

Bungalow.

THE days do not move so rapidly when one is completely'alone
again. I spend odd slow-turning hours examining the richly-varied
plants or curious slabs of striated rock. I gaze studiously at the forest
animals whom one meets or sights from time to time, creatures who
roam care-free and unhunted. I become a watcher of the skies,
carefully following the voyages of wandering mists. I listen to the
thunderous downpour of rain which accompanies the periodic
storms, as I used to listen in my more civilized days to the symphonic
notes of a city orchestra.

Sometimes I rise and prowl around like a panther at unearthly
hours, for I feel no necessity to obey the ordered programme of
clock-watching which makes up modern existence. Seated on the
top of a boulder, surrounded by the eerie night-wo rid of ten,
eleven, twelve, one or two o'clock in the morning, I comb the
constellations from that of the Ram to that of the Fishes with my
gaze.

The mystery of these twinkling lights, so ignored and so unheeded
by comfortably sleeping .house-dwellers, begins to affect me. I
return again and again to my nocturnal contemplations of them.
They look like sparks struck off the anvil of eternity. I cannot study
them with the technical expertness of a professional astronomer
who peers through his high-powered telescope, nor with the anxious
interest of. an old-time navigator who made nightly observations
to them for finding his latitude. But I can sit and speculate about
their nature and perhaps, through sheer intensity of reverie, attain a
slight clairvoyant contact with them.

Here are millions of living glowing worlds arrayed above my
head* The man who cannot see that a Higher Power guides and
directs their ordered rhythmic activity must be intellectually blind,
The Universe lives, and is not dead. But this is not to say that a
God in the form of a glorified gigantic man guides and directs them.
The intelligence and force which actuate the stars are inherent
with them, and constitute their soul, in precisely the same manner
that intelligence and force are inherent within the body of man
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