towers, and he noticed the horse as a white mist on a floating cloud of stone. He felt himself to be weightless again. He looked about him in shock, as if he had been rudely woken from sleep, from a dream in a painting. The spires were bright red, quivering beneath the dancing silver specks of the stars. The great dome, now barely visible amongst the clouds, was a revolving whorl of yellow and rose. The street was floating. The whole city seemed to be a great island on a cloud. The distant hills were adrift. The stained-glass cathedral was a song of glinting emerald. He saw that the city was in the air, and he felt dizzy.
It occurred to him for the first time that he wasnât walking into the city but that he was walking through realms, through dimensions.
His guide said:
âWhen you stop inventing reality then you see things as they really are.â
He said:
âBut I canât seem to stop.â
His guide said:
âThere is a time for inventing reality, and there is a time for being still. At the gate of every new reality you must be still, or you wonât be able to enter properly.â
âHow do I learn to be still?â
âNo one can teach you such things. You have to learn for yourself.â
10
His guide paused. Then, as if conscious of the wasted generosity of what he was about to impart, but having faith anyway, the guide said:
âDo you realise that you know more than you think you know? Do you realise that if you use all you know, and all the possibilities within you, that there is almost nothing that you canât do? More serious than that is this fact: if you use more than you know that you know, the world will be as paradise. What we know compared to what we donât know is like a grain of sand compared to a mountain. But what we donât know, our unsuspected possibilities, is immense in us. That is our true power and kingdom. When nations do amazing things, that is because they create from what they know. And that is a lot. When they do extraordinary things, that is because they create from places in themselves they didnât suspect were there. But when a nation or an individual creates things so sublime â in a sort of permanent genius of inventiveness and delight â when they create things so miraculous that they are not seen or noticed or remarked upon by even the best minds around, then that is because they create always from the vast unknown places within them. They create always from beyond. They make the undiscovered places and infinities in them their friend. They live on the invisible fields of their hidden genius. And so their most ordinary achievements are always touched with genius. Their most ordinary achievements, however, are what the world sees, and acclaims. But their most extraordinary achievements are unseen, invisible, and therefore cannot be destroyed. This endures forever. Such is the dream and reality of this land. I speak with humility.â
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His guide laughed for the last time. It was a prelude to a long silence. But before that he said:
âAll that you will see are the lesser things, the things meant to perish. The most important things are the things you donât see. The best things here are in the invisible realm. It has taken us much suffering, much repetition of our suffering, much stupidity, many mistakes, great patience, and phenomenal love to arrive at this condition. However, changes are coming. You are the herald of changes. We have not had a visible being here for a very long time. The changes may be terrible, and would seem to be catastrophic. But it has all been foretold. The changes, however, would be an illusion, an excuse for the invisible powers to continue on higher and hidden levels. Without these changes we tend to forget.â
The guide stopped suddenly. Then, just as suddenly, he continued.
âAnd so, as you are about to enter our realm, and as I might not see you again, let me tell you two