reflected in water, so the whole universe is mirrored in the lake
of the Cosmic Mind. So my GURUDEVA often said."

Soon we entered a university hall where a lecture was in progress.
It proved abysmally dull, though varied occasionally by lantern
slide illustrations, equally uninteresting.

"So this is the kind of bioscope the master wanted me to see!" My
thought was impatient, yet I would not hurt the saint by revealing
boredom in my face. But he leaned toward me confidentially.

"I see, little sir, that you don't like this bioscope. I have
mentioned it to Divine Mother; She is in full sympathy with us
both. She tells me that the electric lights will now go out, and
won't be relit until we have a chance to leave the room."

As his whisper ended, the hall was plunged into darkness. The
professor's strident voice was stilled in astonishment, then remarked,
"The electrical system of this hall appears to be defective." By
this time, Master Mahasaya and I were safely across the threshold.
Glancing back from the corridor, I saw that the scene of our
martyrdom had again become illuminated.

"Little sir, you were disappointed in that bioscope, {FN9-2} but I
think you will like a different one." The saint and I were standing
on the sidewalk in front of the university building. He gently
slapped my chest over the heart.

A transforming silence ensued. Just as the modern "talkies" become
inaudible motion pictures when the sound apparatus goes out of