It was Noureddin Bey who told us
the story of what he called his
spiritual awakening., He told it to us
in the Doctor's house in London, and
I will reproduce his own language in
so far as I remember it.
"You say, Doctor, that some can
remember their past births," he said
to Immanuel. "Well, I can."
"You?" exclaimed the Doctor in
surprise. "Why, Monsieur, only last
year you were holding forth upon
Herbert Spencer and the 'Unknowa-
ble,' as you were pleased to \erm the
Almighty."
"That is true," answered Noureddin
Bey imperturbably. "And yet I have
always remembered. But I always
looked upon it as a phantasy, a trick
of the brain. I have even written
down the history of my last incarna
tion as it was revealed to me in my
dreams. Little by little, since my
childhood, this earlier personality of
mine has been placed before me, gen
erally in sleep, but sometimes in my
waking hours. But it was only after
I heard you talk upon rebirth that I
came to realize that this was no
Imaginative play of a supernctive
brain, but my very own history. It
came to me in a flash: this figure
was I, not the hero of a partly writ
ten romance. I had been dreaming
now I awoke.
