The next part of his life is to see the masses from the eye of Wisdom. Will those eyes see and understand? He saw and understood Creation's part without a free will; but he is now going to meet the Creator's Supreme Creation in their present state.

Let us see how he goes through this part. His friend was afraid of the outcome. She had tasted of life in its unnatural state and knew how it could deceive even the wise - for she realized that great minds could be controlled by smaller minds to a certain degree. Then she seemed to hear the words of the man of mystery "What ever he wants let him have, whatever he wants to do let him do, whenever he wants to go let him go, he must taste of the flesh pot to know what true life is compared to the camouflage. He must see the real and the unreal, he must taste of both, you know, if he sailed to fame on a smooth see then life to him would be no victory." As these words came to her she felt assured that he would never be contaminated by the world enough to break him; so she, too, being big, said "Well, all I can do is stand by and watch the play but stay near enough that whenever he needs me I will be there to help him."

They had had many invitations in the past year but they had declined them all; but now they were ready to accept them. In the meantime, they went to hotels to eat and took in plays in the theaters, went to picture shows and visited everything that would show life. Soon they were invited to a party of some people they had met while dining in a hotel - they accepted the invitation and to fit into the party he had to, for the first time, break away from his naturalness. She told him he would have to have a new special evening suit made before he would be admitted among these people. At first, he was inclined to reject, but his mental eye brought before him a face he had taken particular notice to as they sat with these people in the hotel. So here was his first failure to do as he wanted to - and all for a face and a smile such as he had never seen before. They got everything that would meet the situation for the evening of the party. The first time he felt unnatural in the almost eighteen years that he lived. He was a beautiful picture of Humanity, and as he looked at himself dressed thus, he was pleased with himself and forgot his natural self, through the anticipation he had of seeing the girl of his mental vision.

They arrived at the party and was received by the host and hostess. At first, he felt out of place - such shaking hands, and smiling voices, saying, "Pleased to meet you!" After they had gone the rounds of their first experience and they were shown to their seats - even the seats were numbered, they had to sit in that one chair. As he noticed this, he said "A routine."

"Yes, to see the unnatural, you will have to mix with it; to see the smallness, you will have to intermingle with the small; to fit in properly, you will have to wear a cloak also and even if someone bores you, you will have to smile and make them believe they are interesting to you. If you would rather sit alone, you will have to submit to company. You are now entering into life as the masses live only there are different stages on which they put their play - for instance; this is a play of the imitation of the higher Circles."

"Oh, so they, too, have Circles?"

"Yes, and very seclusive. One of them cannot be admitted to the upper, neither can the lower come into this Circle."

"This is interesting. Go on, open my eyes, I am becoming interested already. The scenery is beautiful, the women are dressed, I thought there could not be anything more elegant; but tell me more about them."

"You see that group? Well, watch them, and you will see they will stay together all night - for as they say, 'Birds of a feather flock together.' Tonight you will see people shake hands and smile upon one another yet at the same time they are full of animosity to each other. If they meet on the street, they would not even look at each other. What a play! You be the audience tonight and put your keen eyes of Wisdom into action; then you too will smile and say, 'can it be possible that the world of people is so cruel one to another! Yet as you continue in the life you have just entered, you will see many things that will make you wonder."

At this point the young lady of his anticipation approaches them and is introduced in a very formal manner. He does not understand that he is expected to stand up to meet a lady so he sits still and as she stands before him, he looks up to her and he thinks 'what a beautiful flower! What a something to look up to'.

His friend whispers to him to stand up and as he does, he sees while sitting he had to look up to this thing of beauty but since he has to stand he has to look down upon her - why, he asked himself, should I be compelled to look down upon the very thing I was so thankful that I had to look up to? As she begins to talk to him, he smiles upon her and says, "Won't you sit down?"

She accepts the invitation and they soon get into an interesting conversation. She questions him about his life in general.

He says, "This is my first party, I have been invited to many, but this is the first one I accepted. Some day I may tell you the reason."

As they drifted into conversation of the higher thoughts or sayings of great authors this put him into his element and as he told her of his life, his path and how he saw everything in its true light, she became more interested still in this young man.

After dinner and the time for dancing was drawing near, she approached him with a card in her hand. He too had received a card, but did not understand it. She said, "Let me see your card."

He showed it to her and she asked - "Do you dance?"

"No," in fact, he had never seen many people dance as he had not been in the world of the masses very much.

She took his card and filled in every dance and said, "Since you do not dance, and I don't care to, you just fill in my card as I have filled yours, and we will sit out every dance. I think I would rather hear you talk than dance tonight."

So they settled down to an evening, his friend was soon on the floor and left them entirely alone. He spent a most enjoyable evening, and the way she listened to him he thought surely she must understand or how could she be so interested. If he could have read her thoughts, he might have had a surprise; but he was blinded by her beauty and her attentiveness. How he talked to her! The night sped on too hurriedly to suit those two young people; but like everything else, no matter how much you want to stay you have to leave. So they parted, but with the understanding that they would meet again - soon.

As they drove home that night, he was full of joy, yes, he was different, he had been to his first party; and how he had enjoyed it! When asked how he enjoyed himself, he said, "Wonderful - what a beautiful flower in the Garden of Humanity she is!"

"Yes, but you cannot judge the inside of a flower by the outside show of beauty. Go slow, watch your step and as time goes on you will be able to penetrate further into the interior of the flower. You will meet many such. You see the human flowers are like a garden of beautiful flowers. They have all a small part of beauty in them; but just as the gardener is as he walks around his garden of flowers, he goes past the beds of different varieties, but as he walks through the garden he may spy a one alone that outshines all the others he has this season; so he stops to linger longer to gaze upon this one but as he gazes long and his eyes penetrate into it, he sees a dull spot in the inside - so when he goes to examine the cause, he finds the center has been contaminated by some germ, the interior is dead, only the outer shell retains its beauty. He knows soon it will cast off its beautiful petals and show its real inside to the world.

The beautiful flower is not to blame, it was the victim of the germ who found its way into its very heart of life. This also is true of the beautiful flower of humanity. They are born pure and their beauty is seen by the many; but in time the germ of someone else who is so small that it does not like to see such beauty and purity combined, attacks the most vital part, the Soul of purity, and becomes a germ of destruction of the purity within - and so the time goes on and this flower seems to realize what has happened to it. It not being a flower of the garden with but a few months to live but a life that must live on for years then try to keep up its appearance of what it used to be by the wearing of beautiful petals which they can change from time to time; but keep the exterior as pretty as possible to hide the inside from those who would look upon them. So I would say look long quietly and silently so you may see the interior in its true state. This is not a lecture, you have to meet many such as you met tonight so do not be too enthused by the first pretty flower you have seen."

"Well, I enjoyed the night anyway and I hope I may see her soon again."

"You gave her enough to make her long to meet you again, you will not have to wait long."

They arrive home, rest awhile; then retire - to sleep? No, but to live over the things of the night, the boy in sweet memories, she a little worried at the outcome of his first night.

The next morning comes. At the breakfast table, the question comes up - "Where do we spend the day?"

He says to her, "Where you want to go, I want to go with you."

She makes up her mind to show him another flower garden of Humanity, but of an entirely different kind. So they go to the city and she takes him to a place where they feed the sick of heart, the hungry and the destitute of the city.

He asks, "Why are these people standing in line? They seem so sad, their clothes are dirty and neglected, their faces tell me a sad story."

"We are going to see life in the reverse to what you saw it last night, and you will see more flowers of the garden of humanity; the outer petals will not be so beautiful but the inside, as you gaze upon them, will show you more beauty still than the beauty you saw last night."

As they enter, they are received at the door by a young girl with a most beautiful smile, yes, a smile that does come from the Soul. As his eyes meet hers, he stops for a moment to look upon her; then his gaze goes slowly down over her body and he sees that beautiful Soul-mind and body just as beautiful, dressed in a plain dress of one color. As he does this his mental vision seems to take him back to the night before and the beautiful girl becomes more beautiful; yet as he gazes upon her again, the Voice says to him "If she wore the same robe as the girl you saw last night you would see a real something worth the looking at - for it would be purity within and beauty without." As he sees this he speaks aloud, "What a beautiful picture!"

His friend said, "Who?"

"The young girl; but not as she is, but as I would have her."

"You speak in riddles. You better keep your eyes away from all these beautiful flowers until you understand them. The time will come when you will see them all in Truth."

They were, by this time, in the dining-room - another contrast. Last night each one sat in a wonderful chair and the table was laden down with all things to eat, yes so much that after the meal you could not see anything less. There were knives and spoons in profusion and here today was a long table, yes a table cloth, one knife, fork and spoons. Men - I wonder if they are men - file in and sit down fighting for their places at the table until all seats are filled. Then a man comes forth and stands at the top of the table. Everyone stands and he gives thanks to God for the food they are going to receive. At this the waiter comes in with big bowls of soup, large baskets of bread and as they fill the bowls these men can hardly wait to eat. They try to put so much into their mouths at one time.

As our young Master-mind sees this picture in such contrast to the night before, he asks his friend a question - "Why are the things of the Earth so unequally divided?"

"That question is too much for me, but some day you will answer it yourself."

He looked at her and said, "How long is it since you used those very words to me?"

"Quite a few years ago; but you never asked me a question so great as the one you just asked me. Keep your eyes open and you, I have no doubt, will see why these things are or whether they should be - for by your Path of Wisdom even this shall be revealed unto thee. Would you want to eat here with these people? If so, you can when you speak of it, know the contrast between the food served in the different Circles. This is the Circle of the masses."

"I would like to eat with them."

"Then we will."

"I do believe I shall feel more at home here than I did last night."

So a table was prepared for them after they had given their donation. They wanted to be served just what the masses had to eat. What a menu - soup and bread; yet it filled the stomach just as the varieties had done the night before.

They ate their fill. As he finished he said, "I have eaten so much, I don't think I will want anything more today. It is not the way it is served but the taste that means everything and that soup was good - don't you think? But still why the contrast, why the difference, do you think I will fathom this mystery too?"

"Yes, did not the Man of Mystery say, 'Seek Wisdom and all things shall be revealed unto thee?' The unequality will be shown to you in its true principle and then you may enlighten the world of the picture - as you saw it today."

"well, let us go. They are all wondering why we are eating here. We will spend our time this afternoon in some park or public place - For every picture has its story and that story has its two sides; so to do justice to the picture we have to look upon it as we should. We shall watch; then as they go by we will try to see the expression of their faces and try to read the story behind each. It will be so interesting. Here we are, let us sit and watch the Wheel from this angle - as each angle has its reflection:

As we watch them passing by,
And watch the faces as they tell
A story of the life within.

One says life is a struggle to live,
Another says, a new life I'll begin,
Another may say, I have no hope;
And another says, what a lonesome world
Yet some seem to be satisfied.

As you see the smile that speaks of joy
Some seem to be full of anticipation;
Yet others say, what disappointment!
Some have merriment in their eyes,
Yet some have eyes full of tears.

There is one then who carries his head high
This one seems to know where he wants to go -
And then again this one hangs his head -
And says, will this life never end?
Since there is nothing in life for me,
Why should this life of misery be?

But look at that child how beautiful he is
And what a smile of truth he has.
How natural he seems to be
Among this seething mass of mystery.

Just look at that Dear Old Lady there,
Yes, her face is wrinkled with many a care -
It seems so hard for her to walk,
I wonder if I can help her across the park?

As these thoughts come flitting through
The mind of our young Master,
He walks toward this Old Lady there,
And asks her with a sweet young voice,
'May I help you where you want to go'?
She turns to him and says, 'Yes Sir,
My eyes are dim and I can hardly see -
Where this foot-path is leading me.'

So our young man takes her arm,
And leads her through this crowded park,
Yes, him so young, but what a man!
She thanked him as he sees her safe
And said, 'You are some mother's son -
What a proud mother you must have
To have a son such as I longed to have!

As he left her, she said, 'God Bless you My boy,
and tell your mother I thank her too -
Since she is a mother of a boy like you.'

When he reached his friend again his face was beaming with a new Light for he had the BLESSING of a Dear Old Lady showered upon him. His first experience of that kind in life; but what a joy to be useful even in the small act of taking this dear old lady across the park!

As he sat down his friend said to him, "You are a man indeed and so natural - What a lesson in life! Did you realize that the eyes of the people who saw this deed of kindness followed you, yes until you returned to me: Did you know what that act of manliness means? I shall not tell you, the story is too great too big to talk about this afternoon."

"The way you talk, you would think that I had done something. I cannot see."

"No, you are too big to see; but just look along these benches, how many young people did that dear old lady pass before she came up to us? And not one of them saw as you saw nor did they do or think of doing what you did today. If they had the thought they would not be man enough, they are afraid of PUBLIC OPINION. I hope you may keep your NATURALNESS. We have been here long enough so let us walk along the street - just to be with the shoppers - both real and imaginary."

They walk the streets. He is much interested. The afternoon passes, they go home for dinner and talk over the things he has seen during the day. As they settle down after dinner he starts to talk of the lessons of the day. As he reveals the things he has seen, she says to him, "Why, you can write a book on everything you see and - what a book of Truth!"

Each day they intermingle with the masses in all Circles of Life, in all planes of Life, and he sits and listens to them as they tell their views of life as they see it. It is interesting to him. He meets men from the uneducated to the most educated men known to that part of the country and sees them in their true position; but keeps his observation for some future day when he can meet them as a man and not as a boy - as they seem to see him today.

Time goes on and the girl he met at the first party comes into his life to stay, seemingly. He says he is satisfied to be with her, she has realized that he is different to others. He does not try too please her so she has to cater to him and she enjoys it - for all other men are ready to serve her smallest whim. They are together more often.

As he was sitting, seemingly, studying which was something new to him, his friend looked at him and says, "Why do you study?"

"I would like to drive my auto, I feel as if I would like to go somewhere myself once in a while. You know I am now twenty years of age and it seems I am never alone."

"Well, do you want to? If you do, why don't you, you would soon learn. I, too, think it would do you good to feel your own way from now on."

He made up his mind that he would start at once. He is soon able to drive himself and then for the first time he takes his stand alone in the world.

As the days go he needs less of her services, and she notices he does not feel like writing the way he had done, but being wise, she holds her peace. Soon he begins to stay out late at nights and when she shows she is worried he seems to worry also; but when night comes he dresses up with more and more care - another change in him; yet he is always kind to her.

Since she has her lover to keep her company, she feels as if she has still something to live for. Each night he goes out, he seems to be later and later in getting home. She notices that he has to go to the bank more often. When she questions him about this he says, "Yes, I go to get money as it takes money to keep up with the people I have for companions."

She notices he is getting nervous and he talks less and less to her of the greater things of life. This worries her more than the money he is spending for he is not like the young man of two years ago.

Yes, it is two years since they first stepped from a quiet life to one with the multitude.

When her lover comes she tells him - So he plans a trip to his mountain home. He too sees a change in him and hears of the things he does when with the smarter set. He invites him to spend the Sunday with him, he says, "If he comes in contact again with the Book of Creation he may see where this Path of MAKE-BELIEVE is leading him."

They take the trip. He said he would be glad to leave the world, if it would be ONLY for a day. They arrive at his mountain home, the mountain was beautiful and as the day passes he seems to become himself again. They are glad to see this change come over him. As they sit and talk he speaks once more of the Creator and his talk is beautiful. He arises and says he feels he must be alone, so he wanders up the side of the mountain. He has not gone far when he feels the heat of the day and is getting thirsty. He sees a small stream of water and goes to the stream, drinks of its cooling water and as he starts to his feet again, he says, "I wonder where this stream of water comes from so far up the mountain?" He wants to find the beginning of it so he goes further up the mountain where he comes to the beginning of the stream. He finds a most wonderful BUBBLING SPRING. He sits down and the Voice says to him, "The spring can and will, if you ask it, tell you a beautiful and truthful story in mental picture." He smiles, yes the smile of yesterday, and is ready to receive once more - the spring starts its story:

As I wandered up a mountain
To be alone for awhile -
To sit and watch the Creator
That seems so much to me.

And as I wandered upward,
In the beautiful light of the Sun,
It set my mind in action,
Yes, reception had just begun.

When I spied a stream of water
Come rolling down to me,
I knew I was getting thirsty
So I drank from this cooling stream.

I wondered where it could come from
So far up the mountain, you know.
I thought I would follow it upward
To see where it came from,
And how it found its Path to Daylight-
The water of that little stream.

Soon I found the beginning
Of that pure and cooling stream.
It was just a little fissure
In the side of the mountain, you see.
The water came bubbling out,
And it seemed so happy and free.

To give it a name worth while,
I thought I would name it a 'Spring'.
As I watched that bubbling water
Come flowing out of the rift,
I thought I would ask it a question;
Whether it could answer it or not.

It seemed to smile at this question,
And said, "Why are you so interested in me:
I have given drink to thousands;
Yet you are first to question me,
To tell of my life from its beginning,
I will have to take you back to the Sea:
For really it is my mother,
and I one of her children, you see.
It must be thousands of years,
Since my mother spoke to me.
These are the words she said:
'I am sending you on a mission,
And the mission you must fulfill.
It may take you thousands of years;
But what does that mean in our time?
You will have to be kept in darkness,
And I will press hard upon you -
Until you climb to the top of some mountain;
Then once more day light you will see.

But the sun will seem so much brighter,
Since out of the darkness you came.
You will sing your song of gladness
As you feel your usefulness to be.
Yes, you will help some thirsty traveler,
As he wends his way through life.
You will give to all His Creation
A something that nothing else could give:
For without you, naught could live.
Creation without thee would fail,
To bring this world to be such
As we look upon it today.
It would be a barren world,
If you had not been put here to stay.
But that is not all the mission
You will be called upon to fulfill.
Although, you started so small,
Yes, just a tiny little spring,
You soon began to expand
And then you became a small stream.' "

But as the stream flows downward
To its journey once more to the Sea;
As it goes, we will watch its journey
As through the land it flows.
Yes, ever becoming wider
And even deeper, you see;
Until it becomes a river -
And that is stage number three.

By this time it is not for drinking,
For it has become polluted,
With all kinds of decomposition
From everything living, you see.

But still it serves a great purpose,
And an industrious river can be.
You will see the material life
Of that bubbling little spring.

So you see, it, too, has a circle
As all other things of the Earth.
I left the mother, the Sea,
Yes, thousands of years ago;
And as I see the light once more,
I am just a baby again.

But when I become a stream
That brings my youth once more to me;
Then I become a river -
And once more go back to the Sea.

As we watch and see by the Path of Truth -
How all things are revealed unto us.
It makes our journey through life,
A lesson in life, worthwhile.

As he finishes his reception of the story of the Spring, he, for the first time, sees he is not alone but his friend is there with pencil and paper. He smiled upon her as he said, "then you got it?"

"Yes, and it was beautiful. I felt you needed me once more. How happy I feel at this moment! It is so long since I have had such an opportunity. I was afraid the end had come. You see you have been too busy with your new found life to receive from the Voice. The glare and glamor has drowned the Silent Voice out; but this shows me one thing I am thankful for and that is: It is not dead only sleeping. This gives me hope that some day you will wake up again and see with the eyes you used to see with and hear with the same ears you used to hear with and your tongue will be loosened and used to speak as of old."

"Do you think I am so far down that I am not in touch with the Silent Voice? Do you think my hearing has been affected by the noise of the masses? Can it be possible you see me different to what I used to be? Can it be that you believe I have lost my Master-mind; if so why is there so great a demand for my company? Why do the people see nothing but bigness in me and like to put me in a place of honor among them in everything I take an interest in? Why is it I am sought after by every Circle of the masses? I am invited to the most Elect and down to the organization who work for the poor. Can it be possible that all these people think me so wonderful and yet you say you were worried at the change in me? How do you account for it? Where do I show the weakness? I still have the life I want to."

She smiles upon him as he says these words; then she says: "You may think you do but do you? Before you answer me, wait, you know I heard you talking over the telephone the other night. Some one was inviting you somewhere, at first you answered thus: 'No, I cannot come tonight, I have some work to do.' When I heard you say these words how proud I was of you; but the conversation continued, you kept repeating your first answer; then I do not know who was on the other end of the line but I felt you weakening. I would liked to have taken the receiver from you and told the party, whoever it may have been, what I thought of them. It is you and only you. Soon you said, 'all right then I will be there.' Can you imagine what I felt like? Can you blame me for seeing as I do? No, I have not lost confidence in you for I know the world and their tactics. You are young and think flattery is real; but some day your eyes will be opened and then again you will see. It is you only you and I must not lecture you any more."

"You are my friend, indeed. What would I do without you?"

She said, "How often I want you when I cannot have you, you will never know! How I miss those wonderful nights we spent together on the mountain! Also the first year we lived here, but the last two years have not been the same. I should realize that soon you will be a man in years as you are a Master-mind reborn."

"I shall promise, from this day on, to stay with you more and get back into the Light of Life again."

"Please promise NOTHING. You see, you may break it then WHAT?"

"All right, then by my actions will you judge me."

"We will see what we will see, and as we see so will we know."

By this time they reached their friend and her lover who was waiting for them. He was anxious to know what they had found to interest them so much. She handed him the story as she had written it. His eyes opened as he read and said, "To think I have been on this mountain so many times, drank from that stream, watched the bubbling spring; yet it never spoke to me this way."

"Oh, yes it did," said the young man, "but the vibrations were not in harmony. To have reception, harmony must be mutual on both sides."

They get ready to leave the mountain with a vow that they will come again - soon. They had spent a day of great pleasure to each of them - each one a pleasure of their own.

They arrive home, settle down for the night with a night of pleasantness ahead of them; but the door bell rang and when the door was opened three persons entered, and, of course, invited them to take off their hats and stay awhile. One of them, yes the one who has made up her mind that if this young man had a Master-mind she was going to be the Master of that mind, said, "No, they would not stay but would he the young man go with them. They were going to visit some other people and she had promised to take him along." She turned to him and said, "Come, put your hat on, you must go, I promised I would take you." As she said these words, he got up, got his hat and coat, bid his friends of the day 'Good-by' and was gone.

He did not get home until late in the morning and he was talking to himself and made more noise than usual. She got up and was going toward him, when she noticed he was not as he had always been, she saw and understood, and left him alone, - his first night of WINE. She did not sleep any more for she was troubled; but his life was WANT TO not HAVE TO.

I wonder how far he will go in the life of have to before he sees the Light through the fog that has enveloped around him?

The next morning he does not feel well, he has a headache - the first one in his life. She being wise says nothing. The breakfast is on the table; but he does not touch it. Then she says, "Not hungry this morning?"

"No, I ate late."

The masses are taking their toll. I wonder who will win? - The greater mind or the smaller minds.

She sees him drifting from her day by day. He writes no more. He seems to be into everything, going out nights, stays in bed late into the day. All she can do is look on and wonder if after all the Man of Mystery knew what he was talking about when he said to her, "Let him follow the Path of WANT TO whether it be upward or downward."

The Path of Truth is not smooth by any means.