“After all you may be mistaken,” someone says.  “The feet of no one are set infallibly on the path.”  It may be so.  Let us take that alternative.  Can we reject him or any other as comrades while they offer?  Never.  Were we not taught to show to those on whom came the reaction from fierce effort, not cold faces, but the face of friendship, waiting for the wave of sure return?  If this was a right attitude for us in our lesser groups, it is then right for the whole body to adopt.  The Theosophical Society as a whole should not have less than the generous spirit of its units.  It must exercise the same brotherly spirit alike to those of good or evil fame.  Alike on the just and the unjust shines the Light of It, the Father-Spirit.  Deep down in our hearts have we not all longed, longed, for that divine love which rejects none?  You who think he has erred, it is yours to give it now.  There is an occult law that all things return to their source, their cycles accomplished.  The forces we expend in love and anger come back again to us thrilled with the thought which accepted or rejected them.  I tell you, if worse things were true of him than what are said, if we did our duty simply, giving back in gratitude and fearlessness the help we had received from him, his own past would overcome the darkness of the moment, would strengthen and bear him on to the light.

“But,” some push it further; “it is not of ourselves, but of this Society and its good name, we think.  How can it accomplish its high mission in the world if we seem to ignore in our ranks the presence of the insincere person or fraud?”

I wish, my brothers, we could get rid of these old fears.  Show, form, appearance and seeming, what force have they?  A faulty face matters nothing.  The deep inner attitude alone has power.  The world’s opinion implicates none of us with the Law.  Our action many precipitate Karma, may inconvenience us for an hour; but the end of life is not comfort but celestial being; it is not in the good voice of the world today we can have any hope:  its evil voice may seem to break us for a little; but love, faith and gratitude shall write our history in flame on the shadowy aura of the world, and the Watchers shall record it.  We can lose nothing; the Society can lose nothing.  Our only right is in the action, and half the sweetness of life consists in loving much.

While I wrote, I thought I felt for a moment the true spirit of this pioneer body we belong to.  Like a diver too long under seas, emerging I inhaled the purer air and saw the yellow sunlight.  To think of it! what freedom! what freshness! to sail away from old report and fear and custom, the daring of the adventurer in our hearts, having a reliance only upon the laws of life to justify and sustain us.

—­February 1895

The Legends of Ancient Eire