The rest of the working week proved arduous. Each day she was up before dawn, stoking the fire to get it going again, wrapping her shoulders in a thick shawl and draping a woollen rug over her knees while she sat at her escritoire over by the radiator.
The Tibetan had reached the last of the fifteen rules that comprised his treatise on white magic. Overall, he was making an important point, that the worker in white magic needed to recognise himself as a spiritual entity, a detached observer, and cultivate a different way of knowing which the Tibetan called the esoteric sense. Namely, to observe reality subjectively, inwardly, knowingly, through specially trained eyes. Eyes that had grown new lenses, at once microscopic, telescopic and wide in scope. Eyes that encompassed the whole and pen
