the concrete-side of existence.  It sees nothing but the body and is darkened by the forces of Maya.  It sees nothing but separation.  Yes, it is the matter-fed mind.  People with a development of this side of consciousness are invariably selfish; have generally small, conical eyes, understand nothing, but the welfare of the body.  They are subject to the fear and the delight in making others fear them.  This mind needs illumination from the soul, the Subjective Man, the “I am I” side of consciousness.  It is not that you are a body and have a soul—­this is the dirty conviction of the matter-fed mind—­but you are a soul and have a body.  The dawn of Soul-Consciousness makes a man a Force for good.  He himself is Fearless.  His is the voice of strength that does not crush and dominate but that puts warmth, life, energy, hope and indomitable courage into cold and despairing hearts.  Some are born with this Soul-Consciousness.  Do not think that I am feeding with the theories of eccentricity.  Often when a boy playing with others the thought would strike me hard, “Are you the same that is running and jumping and shouting.”  I would stop, looking blankly ahead.  A feeling of confusion would come over me and I would forget everything.  I could recall the feeling distinctly and vividly.  Now I understand.  These were flashes of Soul-Consciousness unfolded in a past life and struggling for “recognition” in this life.  Such men face DEATH for themselves calmly.  They know they can’t die.  Such men are incapable of sustained hatred.  They too have their physiognomical signs and distinctions.  They represent an advanced order of intellect.  And, lastly, when the full blaze of realisation comes, your one object in life shall be to bestow your sense of freedom on others.  You shall not be able to mock and smile calmly at the pain, the ignorance to imperfections of your brother-man.  You shall realise what it is to ‘feel’ for humanity, yea, even for animals.  You shall glimpse, in some measures, the great feeling of pain that rent the hearts of the Buddas, the Christs, the Ramakrishnas, the Vivekanandas of this world.  They suffered, they felt for humanity.  And when undeveloped humanity forced them to the Cross; they bore it in the same spirit in which the gentle nurse bears the blows and abuses of the disease-racked patient.  “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”  Verily to know all is to forgive all.  This Soul-Consciousness is as much yours as that of anyone.  It comes through meditation on the Infinite, and the Formless Absolute—­the Over-soul of the universe—­the Brahman of the Vedanta—­the Self of the philosophers—­the Atman of the Yogis—­the personal—­impersonal God of the devotee—­and, last, but not least, the humanity of the humanitarian.

CONCENTRATION.