Patel, Govindbhai
My Pilgrimage to the Spirit
Letters
April 16, 1932
Last night at about 10-30 p. m., I saw a big valley near the slope of a hill. Four or five dark dwarfs were standing with logs of wood in their hands... after some time, I saw some of our people being beaten with those logs of wood by those dwarfs. All those who were beaten were thrown into a pit and were buried.
I saw B standing in a corner frightened and collapsed by terror — Many were under the ground within a few minutes....
I just tried to identify through my heart with those who were buried. After identification I gathered the dynamic power and threw it upon the dwarfs, and immediately they turned into clods of earth and those who were buried were drawn up and life was given to them....
You seem to have gone into some very disagreeable part of the vital world and brought back 
a rather imposed transcription of some very unpleasant experiences. Things that happen in the vital world are, if it may be so expressed, often half-truths of possibility on that plane; sometimes actual events there, sometimes constructions of the vital mind, sometimes vital formations that want to realize themselves here and may or may not realize themselves, not in the terms in which they are seen but with a difference, unless they are vital records or transcriptions, of physical happenings — past, present or future — which sometimes occur.