monster that will cast them into oblivion, but will know that through the “womb of death they will be born again into a life that is the “mecca” of the finest of their dreams on earth; where sorrow from sorrow becomes a reality and man realizes that his earthly experience was only a dream.

There, in this new world is only life. There, man looks back on his dream existence as he looks back on an earthly nightmare, and shudderingly he turns away. It is soon forgotten from, merged by the truth of life that man was ever perfect from the beginning of time; that regardless of where that dream take him, to what depths that nightmare might involve him, he now rests secure in the knowledge that the great “I AM” created him perfect and happy, and he could not fall from his high estate.

The history of the early life of John Fillmore doesn’t matter. As I look back on his dream experience now, the events that stand out pre-eminently are, that he had a pleasant childhood and in due course of time married the lady of his heart’s desire. He was successful as a professor in a small university in the Middle West and was happy and contented in such simple surroundings. Life was uneventful to him and his only ambition was for his home and fireside and anticipating the coming of children.

Surely Fate went far afield to pick this man out of the millions on earth as the one individual destined through the sunning fire of hate to rend the curtain between the known and the unknown, and to find in this hate so intense the key that would open the door of the great mystery.

HAROLD Bates had been a classmate of John Fillmore, and while Fillmore had an inferiority complex, Bates was diametrically opposite, and the envy and longing to possess such a character as Bates was so great in young Fillmore that he sought the atmosphere of his aggressive classmate to bask in his reflected radiance. Bates was tolerant of this hero worship; in fact he rather enjoyed expressing his conceited grandeur to one who never questioned the value of its worth, but rather looked upon this ego of Bates as a divine heritage given to few men but sought by many.

Both had graduated the same year, and while Fillmore took a post-graduate course to prepare him for scholastic honors, Bates had gone to Alaska to ply his education as a mining engineer.