Sitting in the
chair was a man. There appeared to be a glow around him which gradually
subsided, although little flecks of light appeared from time to time
around him. He was dressed in a long robe of the purest white. His
beautiful golden hair, which was shoulder-length, had a very slight
reddish tint to it. Around his neck he wore a medallion with three
pyramids on it, and an inscription in strange hieroglyphics.
The stranger smiled at Dorothy; his beautiful, yet intense, blue eyes
twinkling.
Touching the medallion, he said in a most gentle voice, "I see you are
curious regarding this inscription."
Dorothy nodded slightly.
"Translated into English, it reads: MENTAL-PHYSICAL-SPIRITUAL.
"If all mortals were to maintain a balance between these three, Heaven
on earth would indeed be established.
"My sandals trod the dust of the Holy Lands nearly two thousand years
ago. My mission; to instill into the minds of the people that the
meaning of life was not as complicated as they were led to believe. I
traveled about the lands seeking to inspire the people and momentarily
they were inspired; but unfortunately, they became entangled with
material conditions and lost sight of the finer things that were being
given unto them.
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