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"My beloved Priestess, did you speak to me of the stars, those

loving lights in the heavens? They do seem to speak, but I can

not understand and know what they say. Do you, dear Mother, and

can you tell me?"

This first ray of awakening memory was more radiant to the

Priestess than a thousand stars could have produced if all their

rays could have blended into one. But calmness was her external

bearing. Seldom any manifestation of an unusual emotion, was

permitted to find an outward expression either in manner or

speech. She had attained that perfect command of herself that

neither joy nor sorrow, good nor evil, praise nor blame, could

unbalance the perfect poise and tranquillity of her developed

Soul.