A few mornings after, at the breakfast table, the boy looked at his mother of whom he is so proud and said, "Mother, I want to go back to the mountain home as soon as you want to. The city seems to smother me. The people seem so strange to me. They seem to have nothing to talk about. They do nothing. I am lonesome, when I am with the people. The things they do seem so small. To me, all they do is to be in a hurry to go - nowhere; and to read to know - nothing. The boys are nice but they are down the line so far I cannot get down to them. I want to be where I have to go up to someone who knows more than I; someone who can tell me greater things than I know; where I cannot see only human beings and houses but the beautiful true picture of Creation. I want to hear the voice of the winds. I want to sit and listen to my song birds - they can tell me so much more than the boys. I want to hear the insects singing their song in their own way.

I want to hear the voice of the mountain and the music of the water as it leaves the spring. I want to smell the pleasant aroma of the pine trees and the wild flowers. I want to walk once more upon the branches under my feet and listen to their crackle.

I am longing for the lovely sunsets, to be able to see the moon once more, to watch the stars in the Heavens and listen to their stories for they do tell me stories and paint me beautiful pictures. I hear the mountain calling me. Mother, I do believe I am getting homesick for my real companionship. Whenever you 'want to', mother, take me back HOME."

The father, after he had listened to his son in silence, said, "I do not like to see you go so soon; but if it is calling we must submit to the call, mother, when will it be?"

"Oh, I think we can be ready by the day after tomorrow. Can you not go with us and rest for a week or two?

So once more they arrive at their mountain home.

The son sheds tears of joy.

As the father watches, his heart swells with joy and a new born thought. He, too, sees the great Soul-mind in his boy. He is satisfied that no child at the age of nine could see and know what this child knows. He wonders what voice his boy talks about. Is it possible for such things to happen? We will see, as years pass by, how this mystery is revealed unto him.

He spent three more years on the mountain.

At the end of this time, his governess reported to his mother that there is nothing more she can teach her boy. He has excelled her in everything also every line of education. She knew and felt it her duty to tell the mother. She did not want to leave her pupil; but she felt guilty taking wages for something she was not doing. Since the pupil became her teacher - and he surely had taught her to see life in its true form and read the "Book of Creation" as she never dreamed could be possible. "You should hear him talk, when we are alone. His thoughts get bigger and more beautiful. If you should hear him give a mental picture of the formation of the mountains, you too would realize what a wonderful boy you have and how little you know. I am inclined to think your theory is true when you talk of Reincarnation. It seems impossible for a boy of twelve to accumulate so much - not education - no, it must be Wisdom - for the things he says have never been written in books.

If you will let me stay with you, as a sort of companion without wages, I will be under a life's obligation to you. I do not want to leave neither you nor your boy. If you will only say 'stay', how happy I will be."

The mother said, "Here he comes. Let us hear what he has to say about it. Son, your teacher has handed in her resignation. She says, you do not need her anymore as you have gone through everything she has to teach you; so she will be preparing to leave shortly."

He looks at the teacher - "Do you want to go?"

She looks at him and tears come into her eyes as she says, "No."

"Then why talk about it? If you want to stay, why talk about leaving?

She explained her position to him.

He smiled and said, "What do you say, mother? Do you want her to go?"

"NO."

"Then we will mention it no more. It is a thought of the past, and, since it was an unpleasant thought, let us forget it. I need you to sit and listen to me, sometimes, when I get so full I have to have an audience. We will keep you here as a good listener."

Just then he sees his father's car coming up the mountain and he goes to meet him.

The father has not seen his boy for three months and it is a real meeting between father and son.

The rest of the day is spent talking over family affairs.

The mother notices her husband is not looking as healthy as he should and asks him if his health is good.

"Yes," he says, "I am feeling all right," then sinks into silence once more.

She feels worried and invites him into another room to rest after the long drive. She asks him why he drove his own car so far - why did he not come on the train or bring his chauffeur with him.

He has to tell her the truth. The bank closed on him and he is afraid they will lose all the money they have. He will have to cut expenses, somehow.

She tells him about the governess and their agreement. Maybe they can keep on living here or they could go back with him to the city.

They go to the city, after the father had told the boy the reason he was anxious to return home. The boy said he wanted to.

The governess goes with them so he would not be compelled to go to school by law.

The next few years pass. He helps his father in his business and surprised him with the ability he shows in a short time.

At the age of sixteen, he becomes unsettled and is now free from the law of schooling. The governess is gone, and he is alone so much his mother is worried over him. He speaks to her one morning and when she looks at him there are tears in his eyes. She asks him what the trouble is and he tells her he wants to go to the Home on the Mountain. He cannot sleep for the Silent Voice is constantly calling him. He must go. He can go alone and no harm would come to him for he is not afraid. They talk it over with his father; but the boy said he wanted to go and must go, so they had to let him go.

While on the train, who should he meet but his teacher. He sat down beside her and after a pleasant meeting she asked him where he was going.

He told her how the Silent Voice kept calling and he had to come.

She smiled and said, "It must have been the Silent Voice that has been calling me too and I had to come."

He said "What do you mean? Are you, too, going up to the mountain?"

She said, "Yes, that is the only place I know from where a Silent Voice can call, so I am going there."

"We can live together. What a wonderful Creation this is that the Voice can call two at one time to go to one place and those two to be you and I. How wonderful! You know, when I get there, I feel as if I will find a new thought. The Voice seems to tell me so."

I know you will and I am, you know, a good listener."

Their joy at meeting one another puts them into silence until they arrive at the home on the mountain. As they arrive, the sun is just going down and they both stop and gaze at its beauty before they enter the cottage and a deep emotional feeling passes through both of them and they say the same words at the same time "How wonderful Creation is!"

They watch the sun until it passes from their vision then they enter into their home and they seem to have found their real place in life.

After supper, they take a walk to their old resting place where they had spent many hours when she was the teacher and he the pupil; but they have changed places as he is the teacher and she the pupil or his audience as he used to call her the last few days they spent together before their forced departure.

As they sit side by side, neither speak a word for it seemed a long time; then she smiles and says to him "Are you glad to be back home again?"

He does not speak; but she sees him drying the tears from his eyes so she arises and says "When you are ready, come home, I will be waiting for you and we can have a little music before we retire."

She leaves him and he cries out as if his heart would burst with emotion - "Oh, thou Great Creator, will I ever understand your Creation? Will I ever know the principle of thy Creation? If it be possible to man, then I will for I 'want to' ".

As he says these words, there seems to be a feeling surrounding him such as he has never felt before and a Silent Voice says to him, "Seek Wisdom and all things shall be revealed unto thee."

He then asks, "Where is this Wisdom I have to seek?"

The Voice says, "Open thine eyes and thou shalt see the Truth in everything for thine eyes shall look beyond the conscious vision and thou shalt see the principle of all things - not as the masses see; but only as the eyes of Wisdom see. Listen and thy hearing shall become more keen and above the noise and clamor of the world thou wilt hear the Silent Voice of all Creation revealing their mysteries to thee. Thou shalt find a power of speech and will talk to the people of the things that are being revealed unto thee. As you listen, the mountains will tell you how they were formed, the trees will tell you their story, the heavens shall be a symbol of greatness to thee and the great secret to the Path of Wisdom is so easy all you have to do is listen. Do not go into silent communication - realize you cannot tell the Creator anything. Since He created all things, do not waste your time trying to tell Him.

Since He is the Creator, He did write a book, and as each leaf of this book is turned you do not have to read - just listen and each picture speaks for itself. As you listen, all hidden secrets will come from their hiding place and say to you 'I have kept my secret long waiting for someone of the Creator's Supreme Creation to come along who would understand my voice and manner of speech; and since you have found the Path of Wisdom, I am a secret no more'."

His friend had waited a long time, yet, he has not returned. The night is getting late so she goes out to see why he does not come. When she gets near him, she sees him sitting as she had left him. She puts her hand on his shoulder and says, "Do you not feel tired? Do you know what time it is?"

He starts with surprise, at the touch of her hand and the sound of her voice. He arises and goes with her into the house.

When she sees him under the light of the lamp she sees a new boy. Yes, a boy with a face shining with the smile that can only come from the awakening of a beautiful Soul-mind who has had its vision restored and understands the Path of Truth.

She asks him, "Why so happy?"

The very fire of truth sparkles from his eyes as he looks upon her and says, "I have been born again. My Soul-mind has come into its own. I am in touch with the Great Power of Creation. Its principle has again been revealed unto me. My hearing has become more keen and I can hear the Silent Voice at all times. My tongue has been loosened that I might speak of the truth of the Earth to the people. All I have to do is not to think or study. All I have to do is listen to the Book of Creation and it will tell me all things; and, too, it says 'I will not have to memorize for I will never be able to forget anything I hear'. As I travel, which I will do in the future, I will not have to listen to other men's ideas and thoughts for I will get the true knowledge at first hand. From now on, the Creator is my teacher so what can man tell me. I must cease to read any man's book.

From this time on, I will have to forget the books of yesterday and read only the book of tomorrow - a book without an end for it was written in the beginning and will continue to be always 'The Book of Tomorrow.' Man's books are just man's thoughts; but the Creator's book is a book of Wisdom and Truth - What a revelation!"

"You must get ready for bed. I could sit and listen to you all night; but we would be too tired and weary tomorrow so we better retire - if you 'want to'."

At these words, he smiles and says, "I want to."