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You were, in the second life mentioned, an uncle to the twins. In the beginning you were stricken by poverty, but taken in by a wealthy man in a town within this province. There you performed as a young man household chores but learned the flute from the younger son of the family. Early you became far more proficient than he was. You were given his flute, and he did not take kindly to this fact. You used the flute to free yourself from the household and your position. You took with you two nephews. For some years, however, while you were financially secure yourself, you could not support them, and they were let out to the house of another wealthy man.

In the third quarter of your life there was some strong physical difficulty that prevented you from plying your trade, and during this period more and more you began to emphasize in your mind the reality of this strange instrument called the piano, and in your mind you composed for it. You were connected with a man named Aurelius. He was a statesman and you were for some time connected with his household. Your music was your god and your purpose for living. You gave it everything that you had, and in 18th-century Germany you became a well-known pianist. Now give us a moment. The name appears to be—the last name Ramburg, the first name, I believe, though I am not as certain, Marc. Now your middle name was Aurelius and it was a throwback. There was a small town near Hamburg and here you were a teacher of music, and a pianist in a school that seemed to be connected with a gymnasium or the school was called a gymnasium.

Now in this children’s tale pretend with me. Pretend with me that you sit here in a physical reality in one tiny unspeakably and unutterably small dot upon the physical planet called Earth. Pretend with me that you are presently sitting in a room in a town called Elmira, in a state called New York, that you are seated in a circle and that you are listening to me speak, and pretend with me that at the same time you are in a circle about me in another space and another time. Pretend with me that, in your terms, we were in another circle and in another star in a past inconceivably distant so that your physical brain cannot imagine it and that together, being nonphysical, we had a great dream. We imagined a physical reality and we imagined this moment and this time and there is no end to this children’s tale. There is never any end to a children’s tale. It is only adults that insist upon beginnings and endings. And imagine also, therefore, that within yourselves now are other far more wise selves and that within your eyes are other eyes as old as mine and other selves quite as ancient and quite as new and that these selves, within yourselves, look out at me and wink and in winking know what they know.