First of all, the story is an acted parable. Don’t take it as history. They called him master, called him rabbi, called him Lord…in telling a story you put some name on it. It is a title of respect. But certainly not master in the sense the gentleman meant it. I know the book Masters of the Far East… I think he’s written five…he’s gone now. He never left America, Spaulding never left this country, but he tells a beautiful story of how when I was in India and these masters and how the birds came and nested in his hair. His body was there, incapacitated for six months, just vegetating, when he, the spirit, returned to the body it was all cataleptic, and the birds had nested in the hair, and he simply moved back into the body and woke the body up. Spaulding was about that big, with a huge, big growth on his nose. I can see him now at my meetings at the Ebell. One day he simply stepped off the car and dropped…that was his exit. Maybe he has gone to India now… never saw India…but all these are the masters of the Far East. He wrote one just to boil the pot, as so many writers do. It caught on, so he wrote a second and a third. If he were still alive, he’d have a sixth now…he has five. I hope he is successful, because my publisher is his publisher. I don’t want my publisher to lose anything on the new printing. He has just taken over these publications. It’s amusing to pick them up and read them as you would a novel, but they are not given as a novel. They are given as fact.472 ¶54