16 And Jesus said, There is no night where shines the sun; I have no secret messages to give; in light all secrets are revealed.
17 Ajainin said, I came from far-away Lahore, that I might learn about this ancient wisdom, and this kingdom of the Holy One of which you speak.
18 Where is the kingdom? where the king? Who are the subjects? what its laws?
19 And Jesus said, This kingdom is not far away, but man with mortal eyes can see it not; it is within the heart.
20 You need not seek the king in earth, or sea, or sky; he is not there, and yet is everywhere. He is the Christ of God; is universal love.
21 The gate of this dominion is not high, and he who enters it must fall down on his knees. It is not wide, and none can carry carnal bundles through.
22 The lower self must be transmuted into spirit-self; the body must be washed in living streams of purity.
23 Ajainin asked, Can I become a subject of this king?
24 And Jesus said, You are yourself a king, and you may enter through the gate and be a subject of the King of kings.
25 But you must lay aside your priestly robes; must cease to serve the Holy One for gold; must give your life, and all you have, in willing service to the sons of men.
26 And Jesus said no more; Ajainin went his way; and while he could not comprehend the truth that Jesus spoke, he saw what he had never seen before.
27 The realm of faith he never had explored; but in his heart the seeds of faith and universal brotherhood had found good soil.
28 And as he journeyed to his home he seemed to sleep, to pass through darkest night, and when he woke the Sun of Righteousness had arisen; he had found the king.
29 Now, in Benares Jesus tarried many days and taught.
_Jesus receives news of the death of his father. He writes a letter to his mother. The letter. He sends it on its way by a merchant._
One day as Jesus stood beside the Ganges busy with his work, a caravan, returning from the West, drew near.
2 And one, approaching Jesus, said, We come to you just from your native land and bring unwelcome news.
3 Your father is no more on earth; your mother grieves; and none can comfort her. She wonders whether you are still alive or not; she longs to see you once again.
4 And Jesus bowed his head in silent thought; and then he wrote. Of what he wrote this is the sum: