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At long last, Master walked toward me. I stretched out my hand, and so did She. My eyes were drawn to the indescribably gentle and elegant contour of the hand that held mine. Silently I placed my blessed hand on my forehead, enjoying the divine grace of the most high.

Early the next morning, I awoke suddenly to find my wisdom eye lit by a soft radiance. In the middle was a crescent moon, its outline so very beautiful that it defies comparison with the rigid and unrefined moon of the outside world.

This fantastic vision remained for a time. When it disappeared, I sat up, wondering why this beautiful crescent moon looked so familiar. Suddenly I realized that this exquisite shape, especially the slender and gentle points at the two ends, looked exactly like the ethereal hand that Master stretched toward me the night before.