Occult science informs its students of the various planes of life, each of which contains its inhabitants.  It teaches that on the Astral Plane there are disembodied entities which should not be transplanted to our plane.  And it warns all against the dark practices, so common in ancient times and in the Middle Ages, of invoking and evoking these undesirable denizens of that plane.  It is to be regretted that some of the modern Psychic Researchers ignore these plain warnings, for some of them are laying themselves open to grave consequences by reason of their wilful folly.  We urge upon our readers to refrain from this dabbling in the phenomena of the Astral Plane.  Some writer has well compared “Psychism” to a great machine, in the cog-wheels of which persons may become entangled only to be afterward drawn into the machine itself.  Keep away from the wheels!

This “miracle” of Jesus aroused great excitement, and it was urged against Him that He was going about the country driving devils into people’s flocks and herds, causing their destruction.  The priests fomented the popular feeling, and encouraged the distrust, hatred and fear which the orthodox portion of the community was beginning to entertain toward the Master.  The seeds of Calvary were being sown among the people.  And their awful fruit was latent in them.  Hate and bigotry were the essence of both seed and fruit.

Jesus returned to Capernaum, and once more the little town was crowded with people seeking instruction and crying to be healed.  The news of his wonderful healing power spread far and near, and people were carried on litters for many miles in order that they might be touched by the hands of the Master.

About this time there came to Him one Jairus, a man of eminence in the community and in the church.  Jairus had a little daughter about twelve years of age, who was taken seriously ill, and who had been given up as incurable by the physicians.

With his daughter lying at death’s door, Jairus hastened to the scene of the Master’s meetings, and, throwing himself at His feet, besought Him to heal his beloved child ere she passed beyond the dark portals of the unknown.  The Master, feeling compassion for the father’s great grief, paused in His teaching and started toward Jairus’ home.  His mind charged with the concentration of healing thought, and His organism filled with the vital forces aroused to perform the task, He felt some one touch the hem of His garment in search of healing power, and He at once recognized the occurrence, saying, “The power hath been drawn from me.  Who touched my garment?” As they approached the house of Jairus, the servants came running out with wild cries and lamentations, announcing that the child had died while awaiting the coming of the Healer.  The father broke down at this terrible news, coming at the very moment of his greatest hope.  But Jesus bade him to have faith and still believe.  Then, accompanied by three of His disciples—­John, Peter and James—­He entered the chamber of death.  Waving back the weeping family and the neighbors who had gathered, “Stand back,” He cried, “the child is not dead—­she but sleepeth.”