_The Unveiling of the Sun._
There is the real and unreal sun. The real one is hidden by a golden
vase, and the devotee prays:
"Unveil, O Pushan, the true Sun's face," etc. A voice (or other) says
"thou art that vase" and then he knows that he alone hides the true Sun
from himself.
Pushan is the guide and watches on the path to the Sun.
The eulogy of the Sun and the Soul are enshrined in a golden rose or
lotus in the heart which is impregnable.
The theme of the book is not always teacher and pupil.
He first strives for some lives ordinarily and then in one he grows old
and wise, and sitting before a temple one day in Madura he dies slowly,
and like a dissolving view he sees the adepts round him aiding him;
also a small child which seems to be himself, and then thick darkness.
He is born then in the usual way.
Twice this is repeated, each time going through the womb but with the
same astral body.
Then he lives the third life to forty-nine, and comes again to die and
with same aid he selects a foreign child who is dying.
Child dying. Skandhas collecting, child's Ego going--left, spark of
life low: relatives about bed.
He enters by the way the mind went out and revivifies the body.
Recovery, youth, etc., etc.
This is his borrowed body.