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"
May
I
ask
why
that
date
?
"
He
spoke
his
answer
slowly
:
"
Queen
Tera
was
ruled
in
great
degree
by
mysticism
,
and
there
are
so
many
evidences
that
she
looked
for
resurrection
that
naturally
she
would
choose
a
period
ruled
over
by
a
God
specialised
to
such
a
purpose
.
Now
,
the
fourth
month
of
the
season
of
Inundation
was
ruled
by
Harmachis
,
this
being
the
name
for
'
Ra
'
,
the
Sun-God
,
at
his
rising
in
the
morning
,
and
therefore
typifying
the
awakening
or
arising
.
This
arising
is
manifestly
to
physical
life
,
since
it
is
of
the
mid-world
of
human
daily
life
.
Now
as
this
month
begins
on
our
25th
July
,
the
seventh
day
would
be
July
31st
,
for
you
may
be
sure
that
the
mystic
Queen
would
not
have
chosen
any
day
but
the
seventh
or
some
power
of
seven
.
"
I
dare
say
that
some
of
you
have
wondered
why
our
preparations
have
been
so
deliberately
undertaken
.
This
is
why
!
We
must
be
ready
in
every
possible
way
when
the
time
comes
;
but
there
was
no
use
in
having
to
wait
round
for
a
needless
number
of
days
.
"
And
so
we
waited
only
for
the
31st
of
July
,
the
next
day
but
one
,
when
the
Great
Experiment
would
be
made
.
We
learn
of
great
things
by
little
experiences
.
The
history
of
ages
is
but
an
indefinite
repetition
of
the
history
of
hours
.
The
record
of
a
soul
is
but
a
multiple
of
the
story
of
a
moment
.
The
Recording
Angel
writes
in
the
Great
Book
in
no
rainbow
tints
;
his
pen
is
dipped
in
no
colours
but
light
and
darkness
.
For
the
eye
of
infinite
wisdom
there
is
no
need
of
shading
.
All
things
,
all
thoughts
,
all
emotions
,
all
experiences
,
all
doubts
and
hopes
and
fears
,
all
intentions
,
all
wishes
seen
down
to
the
lower
strata
of
their
concrete
and
multitudinous
elements
,
are
finally
resolved
into
direct
opposites
.
Did
any
human
being
wish
for
the
epitome
of
a
life
wherein
were
gathered
and
grouped
all
the
experiences
that
a
child
of
Adam
could
have
,
the
history
,
fully
and
frankly
written
,
of
my
own
mind
during
the
next
forty-eight
hours
would
afford
him
all
that
could
be
wanted
.
And
the
Recorder
could
have
wrought
as
usual
in
sunlight
and
shadow
,
which
may
be
taken
to
represent
the
final
expressions
of
Heaven
and
Hell
.
For
in
the
highest
Heaven
is
Faith
;
and
Doubt
hangs
over
the
yawning
blackness
of
Hell
.
There
were
of
course
times
of
sunshine
in
those
two
days
;
moments
when
,
in
the
realisation
of
Margaret
's
sweetness
and
her
love
for
me
,
all
doubts
were
dissipated
like
morning
mist
before
the
sun
.
But
the
balance
of
the
time
--
and
an
overwhelming
balance
it
was
--
gloom
hung
over
me
like
a
pall
.
The
hour
,
in
whose
coming
I
had
acquiesced
,
was
approaching
so
quickly
and
was
already
so
near
that
the
sense
of
finality
was
bearing
upon
me
!
The
issue
was
perhaps
life
or
death
to
any
of
us
;
but
for
this
we
were
all
prepared
.
Margaret
and
I
were
one
as
to
the
risk
.
The
question
of
the
moral
aspect
of
the
case
,
which
involved
the
religious
belief
in
which
I
had
been
reared
,
was
not
one
to
trouble
me
;
for
the
issues
,
and
the
causes
that
lay
behind
them
,
were
not
within
my
power
even
to
comprehend
.
The
doubt
of
the
success
of
the
Great
Experiment
was
such
a
doubt
as
exists
in
all
enterprises
which
have
great
possibilities
.
To
me
,
whose
life
was
passed
in
a
series
of
intellectual
struggles
,
this
form
of
doubt
was
a
stimulus
,
rather
than
deterrent
.
What
then
was
it
that
made
for
me
a
trouble
,
which
became
an
anguish
when
my
thoughts
dwelt
long
on
it
?
I
was
beginning
to
doubt
Margaret
!
What
it
was
that
I
doubted
I
knew
not
.
It
was
not
her
love
,
or
her
honour
,
or
her
truth
,
or
her
kindness
,
or
her
zeal
.
What
then
was
it
?
