….Yet beneath all this instability, deeper than outward consciousness, I never lost a sense of some life, serene changeless, of a different quality from that of every day events. One such experience remains very vivid. I was alone crossing a meadow in the misty evening light. The whole world became luminous from a hidden source of light, unreality vanished into reality and an incredible happiness filled my consciousness.
This belief in a reality deeper than consciousness has never left me down the years. And perhaps the most vivid remembrance of my childhood, beneath the sense of unreality and instability, was a very real consciousness of a deeper life./