whom you love, and I want
to pray for them. And you must pray also, importune God and direct the
sight of your soul to the King of the World who was here and sanctified
this place."

The Hutuktu placed the hatyk on the shoulder of the Buddha and,
prostrating himself on the carpet before the altar, whispered the words
of prayer. Then he raised his head and beckoned me to him with a slight
movement of his hand.

"Look at the dark space behind the statue of Buddha and he will show
your beloved to you."

Readily obeying his deep-voiced command, I began to look into the dark
niche behind the figure of the Buddha. Soon out of the darkness began to
appear streams of smoke or transparent threads. They floated in the air,
becoming more and more dense and increasing in number, until gradually
they formed the bodies of several persons and the outlines of various
objects. I saw a room that was strange to me with my family there,
surrounded by some whom I knew and others whom I did not. I recognized
even the dress my wife wore. Every line of her dear face was clearly
visible. Gradually the vision became too dark, dissipated itself into
the streams of smoke and transparent threads and disappeared. Behind the
golden Buddha was nothing but the darkness. The Hutuktu arose, took my
hatyk from the shoulder of the Buddha and handed it to me with these
words:

"Fortune is always with you and with your family. God's goodness will
not forsake you."

We left the building of this unknown King of the World, where he had
prayed for all mankind and had predicted the fate of peoples and states.
I was greatly astonished to find that my companions had also seen my
vision and to hear them describe to me in minute detail the appearance
and the clothes of the persons whom I had seen in the dark niche behind
the head of Buddha.*

* In order that I might have the evidence of others on this
extraordinarily impressive vision, I asked them to make
protocols or affidavits concerning what they saw. This they
did and I now have these statements in my possession.

The Mongol officer also told me that Chultun Beyli had the day before
asked the Hutuktu to reveal to him his fate in this important juncture
of his life and in this crisis of his country but the Hutuktu only waved
his hand in an expression of fear and refused. When I asked the Hutuktu
for the reason of his refusal, suggesting to him that it might calm and
help Chultun Be