During the night she paced a transcontinental plane, flying unseen above it for a thousand miles. When she grew bored with this, she pressed her face for a moment against the one lighted port of the plane, and looked inside. The startled wholesale merchant who stared back into her eyes thought that he had been vouchsafed a glimpse of an angel. He went promtly from the airport of his destination to the office of his lawyer, who drew up for him a will establishing scholarships for divinity students.
Huxley found it difficult to learn to levitate. His inquiring mind demanded a reason why the will should apparently be able to set at naught the inexorable “law” of gravitation, and his doubt dissipated his volition. His tutor reasoned with him patiently.
“You know that intangible will can affect the course of mass in the continuum; you experience it whenever you move your hand. Are you powerless to move your hand because you can not give a full rational explanation of the mystery? Life has power to affect matter; you know that—you have experienced it directly. It is a fact. Now there is no ‘why’ about any fact in the unlimited sense in which you ask the question. There it stands, serene, demonstrating itself.
One may observe relations between facts, the relations being other facts, but to pursue those relations back to final meanings is not possible to a mind which is itself relative. First you tell me why you are . . .then I will tell you why levitation is possible.
“Now come,” he continued, “place yourself in rapport with me, and try to feel how I do, as I levitate.”
Phil tried again. “I don’t get it,” he concluded miserably.
“Look down.”
Phil did so, gasped, and fell three feet to the floor. That night he joined Ben and Joan in a flight over the High Sierras.
Their tutor enjoyed with quiet amusement the zest with which they entered into the sport made possible by the newly acquired mastery of their bodies. He knew that their pleasure was natural and healthy, suited to their stage of development, and he knew that they would soon learn, of themselves, its relative worth, and then be ready to turn their minds to more serious work.
“Oh, no. Brother Junipero wasn’t the only man to stumble on the records,” Charles assured them, talking as he painted. “You must have noticed how high places have significance in the religions of every race. Some of them must be repositories of the ancient records.”
“Don’t you know for certain?” asked Phil.
“Indeed yes, in many cases—Alta Himalaya, for example. I was speaking of what an intelligent man might infer from matters of common knowledge. Consider how many mountains are of prime importance in as many different religions. Mount Olympus, Popocatepetl, Mauna.Loa, Everest, Sinai, Tai Shan, Ararat, Fujiyama, several places in the Andes. And in every religion there are accounts of a teacher bringing back inspired messages from high places— Gautama, Jesus, Joseph Smith, Confucius, Moses. They all come down from high places and tell stories of creation, and downfall, and redemption.
“Of all the old accounts the best is found in Genesis. Making allowance for the fact that it was first written in the language of uncivilized nomads, it is an exact, careful account.”
Huxley poked Coburn in the ribs. “How do you like that, my skeptical friend?” Then to Charles, “Ben has been a devout atheist since he first found out that Santa Claus wore false whiskers; it hurts him to have his fondest doubts overturned.”
Coburn grinned, unperturbed. “Take it easy, son, I can express my own doubts, unassisted.
You’ve brought to mind another matter, Charles. Some of these mountains don’t seem old enough to have been used for the ancient records—Shasta, for example. It’s volcanic and seems a little new for the purpose.
Charles went rapidly ahead with his painting as he replied. “You are right. It seems likely that Orab made copies of the original record which he found, and placed the copies with his supplement on several hiding places around the globe. And it is possible that others after Orab, but long before our time, read the records and moved them for safekeeping. The copy that Junipero Serra found may have been here a mere twenty thousand years, or so.”