I began to search for the spiritual compensation; —would it not have to be some form of divine intervention? The more I learned the less I knew, as one horizon after another opened up to my astonished and enquiring gaze. One day in 1934 I was walking along a quiet street in a suburb of London, when suddenly a voice, loud and clear, spoke in my ear. It said. “THIS IS NOT REALITY!" Startled, I turned round, but nobody was there! Dismissing the incident as a hallucination, I thought no more about it, till many years after I discovered that the Sadguru Meher Baba had been staying in a house which I had passed at the time I heard the voice! His teaching is that life is vain, transitory and illusory. A little later, sitting quietly at home, I became aware of what can only be described as a divine afflatus. Warm rays seemed to be pouring down, embracing and enveloping me. Was this the Love of Heaven? Was there an angel in the room?

In the summer of 1936 I was staying in a little village, high up in the Swiss Alps. I had gone for a long walk up the mountain side, a winding path through tall pine trees, and I was meditating for the first time on the nature of God. I asked, what was God? They say He is all around us. Here on reaching an open glade, I noticed a peculiar silence, not a leaf stirred, not a flower nodded! l stood listening, and in the distance, a faint sound seemed to come from afar. It sounded like the Pipes of Pan, or was it Krishna's flute? The music grew and swelled. The air was vibrating with heavenly chords. The only music on earth faintly resembling it was Wagner in his most ecstatic moments. Chords of celestial harmonics, an angelic orchestra, deep rolling notes of a cosmic organ, high wind instruments, tones of color and beauty unsurpassed. Standing rapt, caught up in a mystic vortex of harmonies, in a bliss entrancing and divine...this was the answer—that God is HARMONY!

Later I learned that this initiation is called the "music of the spheres." According to Socrates, on the upper surface of each circle there is a siren going around with it, humming a single note, and these together form one great harmony. Our planet is a musical instrument and it is for man to feel the Divine Pattern, or Rhythm, which is dependent on the mind of man. It is said that when man is out of tune with Nature, Nature herself reacts—as we see today with the unusual increase of storms and terrestrial catastrophes. Man lacks harmony within and without, and our planet has become a very discordant orchestra, with each member playing a different tune!

In 1937 I had a dream We were standing outside our home, looking up into the blue sky above the London Park, for away up in the air was an enormous angry-looking storm cloud, massed in cumulative waves.