ABSTRACT
God knows, or perhaps he doesn’t know, what awaits us once the protecting walls of the body have fallen away from our dark inwardness, once we have been given up to the demons which have thus terrorized us already in our anxious dreams, to sink into the unprotected and unknown centre of our incognito. May the immortal soul give us the
power to be victorious there over its shadow state and powerfully to illuminate the dangers in it; and may God give us the grace to be there, where no less than here, the fortunate dream, the deepest of dreams, is already aware of him.2
