“Exactly,” Cyprus said, smiling more mysteriously than ever. “You almost have it.”

With that Seven shouted, “And you’re always magnificent when you want to be. But now, now you’re so much … more like yourself … that you’re almost like a Model for yourself—” Seven’s thoughts swirled. His intuitions made connections that left him breathless. He cried, “You are … the source from which the usual you emerges!”

And Cyprus said very gently, “And here, Seven, so are you.” As she spoke, Seven realized that her words were literally true. He felt himself … growing out of his own larger source, and at the same time, he was the source from which he was ever emerging.

In that instant, Oversoul Seven felt himself turn into pure awareized energy—his identity stamping itself upon the universe; energy turning into who he was, in a process unending. His awareness was vast, yet with each detail sharp and clear as if it alone existed. And within his awareness, Seven saw George the First and George the Third, and Window who was also Monarch in the twenty-fifth century.

“They’re separate! Inviolately themselves, each like no one or anything else in the universe,” Seven called out in exaltation to Cyprus. “But … they’re counterparts of each other, too.”

“There’s more,” said Cyprus’ voice, and it turned into waves of energy, flowing all about them. The waves turned into sparkling images. Seven gasped, figuratively speaking, for there before him stood both of the Georges, and Window, and Monarch … and—he gasped—Josephine and Gregory Diggs. Only these mortals—all his personalities, he realized—were more than mortals, as the roses and trees were more than roses and trees. They were multidimensional models of themselves, brilliant with infinite potentials and abilities; they were personal psychological bank sources from which they drew the personified energy of the universe.

As this was happening, Seven’s own consciousness took form after sparkling mental form. He was Window and Josephine and Diggs. His energy automatically, splendidly, and spontaneously formed their lives. Even now he felt a portion of himself nestled in a cell in the crook of Gregory Diggs’ arm as Gregory slept in the twentieth-century world—

“And more,” Cyprus said. And Oversoul Seven felt his identity swept up into a new, different vastness—he was couched in a clear psychological universe in which he was everywhere supported. His memory instantly refreshed itself; of course, he thought, without thinking in our terms at all. Now he remembered his own birth—and his constant rebirth—in this inner indescribable universe that automatically formed itself into individuation, Framework Two. And he felt himself intact, with more powers and potentials and desires and purposes than he knew he had, and Seven knew that he was within the mental reality that was Cyprus’.