the letters proposed by your friend are a device of the enemy, as you may have supposed, and which you were warned to expect in unexpected quarters and ways. therefore they should not be written. it is the small rift in the lute that destroys it; in human history small and unexpected events alter the destiny of nations.

on this plane the dark powers rely upon their ability30 to create a maya. they have seen that you are not to be trapped in the prominent lines of work and so try their hands where your currents exist in a prominent place but with a very small matter. let me point out.

if you issue these letters they would be an endorsement of all that your friend might think to do, and neither you nor y. are free from mistakes yet. they would amount to a declaration, to the perception of others, that you were guiding y. in everything and were at all times conscious of it. do you or y. know where this would end? do you see the possibilities flowing from the acceptance in full of those letters by the others? and what would their action be? are they free from the curse of superstition; are they clear in the co-ordination of psychic with brain thought? no. the result would not only be different from what you and y. can see, but worse. now further.

it is true—and humanly natural—that the others (like you and your friends) indulged in some slight critiques on your friend, but they were small and coupled with sincere and kind thoughts up to their lights, no matter how large and bitter all this was made by maya to appear. the dark powers seized on them, enlarged them, dressed them up, assumed the images of the thinkers, enlivened the thoughts with elementals, all with an object, viz., to make your friend think it all came from the others. why, if that were so then those others (poor weak mortals) are friends. but are they? no. it was wished by the dark ones to irritate your friend, and you, so as, by the irritation, to split a breach forever unhealable. in y.'s very weak state they found it easy, and hoped by distance to make you blind.

tell your friend to remember what was long ago said; that the master would manage results. you must not manage, precipitate, nor force. beware. let y. assume that the others do not think harshly nor31 critically, but put it all against the dark powers, and the results will be managed by master. as chelas and students conceal rather than give out your inner psychic life, for by telling of it your proper progress is hindered. there must be silence in heaven for a time or the dark ones rejoice to so easily get good, malleable images for annoying you. it will be tried again either that way or some other. by gentleness, detachment, strict attention to duty, and retiring now and then to the quiet place bring up good currents and keep back all evil ones. remember it is the little things the work is done through, for they are not noticed, while the larger ones draw the eyes and minds of all.

i think of you always as the brave soldier, made not of mud and soft things, but made of long pieces of steel and strips of diamond and flashes of long light that has no harshness, and a big, big spring all the way through. that is you. and your eyes laugh now and then, even if you do have a pain in your head. inside you are all right, as you know very well, don't you? then if you are that soldier, it means that he will spring back as soon as the body has had time to get some better. the body is like the heart; it has to have time to get to some other condition. but you will get there. a steady mind and heart stands still and quiet until the muddy stream rolls clear. now sleep, i say; i command you to sleep. i have tried to help you to sleep, and i wish you to sleep, for sleep will do you good as nothing else can. i hope to see you drop all when ---- comes, and go to sleep for awhile, and far enough from the row to be quiet. it is sleep your tired nature on the outside wants, for sleep knits up the ravelled thread of life and makes us young again. you have been so awake, that the power of equilibrium between life and the body is disturbed and needs a chance. this is fact. one can get wrought up, and then prana is32 too strong; so little children sleep much. be a child once.

well, i'm near home, or rather the centre spot, for pilgrims like you and i have no real house and don't want it; it's too dull and usual for such to want a home. and perhaps the little brother is good and well? he shall be ever present, as he always has been, in those little songs and tales told to oneself in the dark, and is, too, the lone warrior seen on the plain of stupid infantry, and he rides a horse whose blood is electricity. au revoir. tell —— i can stand alone; it is the best way to stand, and what i always was and shall be. let the ripples and the foam go on coming and going; the old river and the bed of the river do not move for all that is on the top. is it not so? well, good-bye, and good luck, and may the devas help you and also karma. love to all, as usual.

as forevermore,