Alone, in a vast area of light through which I floated, serene and conscious of power.

A sound falling from a great height reached me; it was first like a grand organ-chord, and then like a voice, trumpet-clear and far-echoing.
"Spirit that searchest for the Unseen," it said, "because I will not that no atom of true worth should perish, unto thee shall be given a vision--unto thee shall be taught a lesson thou dreamest not of.

THOU shalt create; THOU shalt design and plan; THOU shalt be worshipped, and THOU shalt destroy! Rest therefore in the light and behold the things that are in the light, for the tune cometh when all that seemeth clear and visible now shall be but darkness.

And they that love me not shall have no place of abode in that hour!" The voice ceased.

Awed, yet consoled, I listened for it again.