And when those same people are awake in the outside world, they’ll remember what they learned, and realize that their thoughts and feelings cause their physical experience too. Or at the very least, they’ll realize that worrying can turn into a mountain of trouble. In the outside world, of course, mountains stay around much longer and there are happy mountains too, in any case. But the inner bothersome ones don’t have to grow at all.

All adventures and explorations really take people into inner landscapes where they can make their own underground caverns and woody paths and oceans to sail across. Then the people experience it all top-side, so to speak. People are always creating the physical world too, you see, materializing it in space and time in the richness of its seasons. And to do that is a magnificent adventure.

Most Sumari cities are the most brilliant, splendid places imaginable, and their light and creativity shines from the inner landscape to the outside one, so that the physical world is always illuminated; and each physical city always has some joy and vitality shining through, no matter what may be happening there.

Each person is unique. So are you. You have so many aspects of yourself that you create physical lives in which you can focus on particular abilities, and fulfill and enjoy them. In so doing, you help yourself and others too, and add to the richness of being. But that’s a subject for later on.

Oversoul Seven paused. In the distance somewhere he heard Cyprus say, “That last part was far too complicated for Tweety. Besides, nobody wants to be read to all night, Seven. More important, though, there’s something quite vital that you forgot.”

Seven frowned briefly. He’d thought that everything was going very well, though it was true that he became so involved with his reading that he’d almost completely forgotten Tweety. In fact, where was she? Her body lay serenely on the bed, but Tweety had wandered off somewhere; her spirit was gone. As usual, Cyprus was right.

Somewhat disappointed, Seven mentally searched the house and grounds and finally he found Tweety, out of body, playing in the snow. Seven shook his head. She’d probably been there for some time, and he hadn’t noticed. Worse, she hadn’t heard a thing he’d read.

“There you are,” she said, grinning up at him and grabbing at his turban with pudgy jam-stained dream hands. A beautifully hallucinated jam jar was beside her, and she’d even hallucinated her brown coat and leggings so that she looked like a small bear at the jam jar. Snowflakes were falling. Tweety looked so triumphant that Seven knew she thought she’d pulled something over on someone.

“Why the jam?” he asked, squatting down beside her with his twelve-year-old guru image.