Here, in the middle of a flower-strewn garden of wisdom, Mani saw a beautiful radiant man with long grey, deep-golden shimmering hair and grey-white beard, sitting there - like under an emerald umbrella - under a big oak-tree built, as it seemed, from a single mighty jewel shining from within itself.

Clad into a white dress of silk he sat on a silvery-grey deer-skin, raised on a golden stage, and spoke to a large number of boys and girls with gleaming eyes, that were assembled around him on their mats till all spaces and times.

Through his mere presence the mighty sage spread a deep silence everywhere around him which he then elivened again with his gracious, most melodious voice ever so subtly and delicately so that the spaces glistened from his voice, and twinkled as if everywhere little suns and moons were rising.

Mani noticed that she gained within herself a very clear impression of what the divine sage spoke - she felt as if the tender clear words of this luminous man under the mighty oak-roof generated immediately within herself the pure images of what he was speaking about, so that Mani witnessed the words of the sage as perfectly clear experiences.

The language she heard was so far unknown to her, but it was a language that in a most perfect manner combined meaning and form of all things.

Therefore Mani was able to experience the language of the sage so immediately and directly as her own inner lively activity - just as if she experienced the cosmic reality itself.

Obviously Mani and Sol had joined an assembly that was already going on.
Sol therefore gave his sister, who could not take her eyes off the sage, a slight push indicating her to come along.

So they went together in the inner circle along the long hall around the magnificent garden.

As they went on, Mani sometimes looked through the mighty gates of diamond that opened towards the garden, and to the divine sage and the assembly.
She noticed that the shining man always sat facing her, although she actually walked around him.

Thus in Mani the thought came up that probably everyone in the immeasurable assembly must have had the impression that the master was facing him and was only talking to him.
And Mani began to realize that it was indeed so.

Thus it seemed that the divine master had innumerable faces and innumerable eyes, and indeed innumerable bodies, whereas to the individual observer he always appeared as only one single wise man.