This was thirty years ago and in the interim all his prophecies are being fulfilled.

During his prayers before that small shrine in the next room this door opened of its own accord, the candles and lights before the altar lighted themselves and the sacred braziers without coals gave forth great streams of incense that filled the room.

And then, without warning, the King of the World and his companions disappeared from among us.

Behind him remained no trace save the folds in the silken throne coverings which smoothed themselves out and left the throne as though no one had sat upon it." The Hutuktu entered the shrine, kneeled down, covering his eyes with his hands, and began to pray.

I looked at the calm, indifferent face of the golden Buddha, over which the flickering lamps threw changing shadows, and then turned my eyes to the side of the throne.