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LETTER I
THE
RETURN OF “X”
In a
far away star I heard the command: “Go back to the earth, and learn the
mysteries of love and hate.”
I did not know to what I was going, but went as commanded.
As I neared the earth an army of angry beings sought to bar my
way. “What are you doing here?” they cried. “This is our field, and we brook
no interference.”
I called to the Teacher, and he stood beside me. Even he was
grave at the power of the forces before us.
“It has come,” the Teacher said; “it has come suddenly, after a
long preparation.”
Wrath is a cosmic force, and hate is a
cosmic force, and love is a cosmic force, and fear is a cosmic force. Did
you think that love was a pretty sentiment? Did you think that hate was a
mere annoyance? I have seen the sources of wrath and hate and love and fear,
and that my experience may be of use in helping men to understand the forces
working in and behind the race, I have made the effort to write for the
world again.
This war is more than a war of men; it is more than a war of
angels. Its roots are in Necessity itself.
A new race has to be born, and races like men are born in the
pain and the blood of their predecessors. But as ‘the curse of Eve” came
through her listening to the envious serpent of evil, so this curse has come
upon the world through mankind’s listening to the suggestions of envy and
hate from the forces of evil within and around the world.
I have seen those forces in forms, I have faced them and
wrestled with them. I am strong because I have struggled.
I came back to the world nearly five weeks
before war was declared on earth, but war was already declared in the spaces
above the earth. As the nations had long been getting ready their forces, so
the entities outside were ready and in arms. The demons who met me—for they
were demons—had triumph in their eyes.
A beginning had been made, a seed of anger sown in the heart of
Austria. And the seed was watered in the ground by those who felt that their
harvest was approaching.
You must understand that evil is co-existent with good so long
as the egos of men evolve. The forces of good and the forces of evil are
complimentary. They are in actual forms, they have acquired egos; their
concentration on their work would shame the greatest geniuses among men.
But they too are consciously or unconsciously servants of that
Cosmic Will whose designs we call the will of God.
I have learned much since the days when I
entertained you with stories of the newly-dead who had died serenely in
their beds and had gone out into the astral world as into an adjoining room.
A million souls have gone out recently, shocked, torn, mangled, buffeted by
their own hate and the hate of those who sought to destroy them.
Pity those who have died even tranquilly
during the last eight months. They have passed through a region of
torment—those who have passed through. Many have remained below, spun round
and round in the whirlpool with those who died by war.
Had I not a great purpose, and the conviction of a great
mission, in thus revealing the secrets of the other world at this time,
I should not harrow your feelings by a recital of what I have seen and
sometimes taken part in since my return from that journey among the stars.
Comfort yourself—if you need comfort—by my assurance that the
race is passing through a rite of initiation. Those who have died in the
service of an unselfish enthusiasm will in time rebody themselves and reap
on the earth the fruits of their service. But not all who have died have
been filled with this enthusiasm. Many have hated for hate’s own sake. They
are the ones who have failed.
Pity them if you must, but it is better not to think about them.
They are the willing victims of the demons who sought to bar my way, when I
was commanded to return to the world and learn the mysteries of love and
hate.
Love! Yes, there has been more love born of this war than the
earth has known in all the two thousand years of Christianity. For the human
race is awake at last, and that it may not go to sleep again is my purpose
in once more breaking through the wall that separates me from you.
March 5, 1915.
Letter II.
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