has been blasphemed! He is angry! He is now going to speak!" Then I woke up.

The following night before falling asleep, I meditated on the dream. What was the voice of God? For surely this was a warning, a presage of the world catastrophe to come. Armageddon had yet to take place and apart from Biblical prophecies there were many others throughout the ages foretelling that stupendous events would close the Twentieth Century. Was the Word again to be made flesh? Would there be some form of divine intervention to stop man's total destruction of himself and his planet? Was that why God would have to speak?― the Word again made flesh in the Coming of Christ?

The following night I prayed: "Dear Lord, please give me another dream—when and where?" The answer came the same night. This time I found myself walking quietly along the bank of a wide and peaceful river. I noticed on my path, a clump of unusual white flowers, outstanding in their beauty and quality of texture, strange flowers I had never before seen. The landscape was at rest and all seemed peaceful. I saw a few people walking about unconcernedly. Suddenly the atmosphere changed. I turned around and saw something gleaming white away down the reach of the river. It was the crest of a huge tidal wave coming very slowly upstream. Good gracious, I thought, we shall all be drowned! For I could well see that this slowly-advancing wave would in time flood the ground all around us, for it spread out in a flat expanse to the far horizon — the plains of civilization!

As I searched for a means of escape, I noticed that the path, symbolizing the Mystic Path, wound away across the plain and in the distance was a pyramid-shaped hill. "We must all make for that hill, and I must warn the people! " As I shouted, I woke up.

It was not until 1952, when for the first time I visited Meherazad, Meher Baba's retreat, that I saw the pyramid-shaped hill of my dream. There it was standing close to the retreat!

So these two dreams plainly indicated the catastrophe which would slowly overwhelm our present civilization. At the time I had understood nothing of their symbolism, especially the pyramid-shaped hill, which signified the mystical triangle which stands for the soul's journey through creation, back to its divine Self, or the Oversoul. For as we know the soul in itself is not part of creation, but is as much inside it as outside it, in''