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Updated: May 26, 2025
Tranced into a dream bewilderment by the arts of the mystic Chaldean, Heliobas, tricked into visiting the Field of Ardath, what more likely than that a real earth-born maiden, trained to her part, should have met the dreamer there, and, with the secret aid of the hermit Elezar, continued his strange delusion?
There he rested in wordless peace, his whole soul entranced in a divine passion of faith, hope, and love ... there with the "Ardath flower" in his breast, he consecrated his life to the Highest Good, and there in absolute humility, and pure, child-like devotion, he crucified SELF forever! "O Golden Hair! ... O Gladness of an Hour Made flesh and blood!"
Your inward force attracted mine down upon you in one strong current, with the result that your Spirit instantly parted asunder from your body, and in that released condition you experienced what you have described. But I had no, more to do with that experience than I shall have with your journey to the 'field of Ardath, should you decide to go there."
"There IS an Ardath then!" cried Alwyn excitedly. Heliobas eyed him with something of scorn. "Naturally! Are you still so much of a sceptic that you think an ANGEL would have bidden you seek a place that had no existence? Oh, yes! I see you are inclined to treat your ethereal adventure as a mere dream, but I know it was a reality, more real than anything in this present world."
What did they mean, he wondered? or had they any meaning at all beyond the faint, far-off suggestions of thought that may occasionally and with difficulty be discerned through obscure and reckless ecstasies of language which, "full of sound and fury, signify nothing"? Was there, could there, be anything mysterious or sacred in this "wiste field" anciently known as "Ardath"? These questions flitted hazily from time to time through his brain, but he made no attempt to answer them either by refutation or reason, ... indeed sober, matter-of-fact reason, he was well aware, played no part in his present undertaking.
Thou hast slept ONE night on the Field of Ardath, in the Valley of Vision! but lo! the Night is past!".. and she pointed toward the eastern horizon now breaking into waves of rosy gold, "Rise! and behold the dawning of thy new Day!"
Here she turned and faced me, and I saw her divine eyes droop with the moisture of unshed tears. And now," said Alwyn, interrupting his narrative and speaking with emphatic decision, "surely there remains but one thing for me to do that is, to find the 'Field of Ardath." Heliobas smiled gravely. "Nay, if you consider the whole episode a dream," he observed, "why trouble yourself?
Dreams are seldom realized, ... and as to the name of Ardath, have you ever heard it before?" "Never!" replied Alwyn. "Still if there is such a place on this planet I will most certainly journey thither! Maybe YOU know something of its whereabouts?" "Finish your story," said Heliobas, quietly evading the question. "I am curious to hear the end of your strange adventure."
You, for instance, were, and are, still perfectly free to reject the whole of your experience on the Field of Ardath as a delusion, nothing would be easier, and, from the world's point of view, nothing more natural.
He gave back the Ardath blossom to its owner with reverent care, and when Alwyn had as reverently put it by, he resumed: "Your friend Villiers has offered you a perfectly logical and common-sense solution of the mystery of Ardath, one which, if you chose to accept it, would drive you back into skepticism as easily as a strong wind blows a straw.
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