but always enough to light our path, to show us our next step, to give us strength for duty.  We should not always look outside for aid, remembering that some time we must be able to stand alone.  Let us not deny our own deeper being, our obscured glory.  That we accepted these truths, even as intuitions which we were unable intellectually to justify, is proof that there is that within us which has been initiate in the past, which lives in and knows well what in the shadowy world is but a hope.  There is part of ourselves whose progress we do not comprehend.  There are deeds done in unremembered dream, and a deeper meditation in the further unrecorded silences of slumber.  Downward from sphere to sphere the Immortal works its way into the flesh, and the soul has adventures in dream whose resultant wisdom is not lost because memory is lacking here.  Yet enough has been said to give us the hint, the clue to trace backwards the streams of force to their fount.  We wake in some dawn and there is morning also in our hearts, a love, a fiery vigor, a magnetic sweetness in the blood.  Could we track to its source this invigorating power, we might perhaps find that as we fell asleep some olden memory had awakened in the soul, or the Master had called it forth, or it was transformed by the wizard power of Self and went forth to seek the Holy Place.  Whether we have here a guide, or whether we have not, one thing is certain, that behind and within the “Father worketh hitherto.”  A warrior fights for us.  Our thoughts tip the arrows of his quiver.  He wings them with flame and impels them with the Holy Breath.  They will not fail if we think clear.  What matters it if in the mist we do not see where they strike.  Still they are of avail.  After a time the mists will arise and show a clear field; the shining powers will salute us as victors.

I have no doubt about our future; no doubt but that we will have a guide and an unbroken succession of guides.  But I think their task would be easier, our way be less clouded with dejection and doubt, if we placed our trust in no hierarchy of beings, however august, but in the Law of which they are ministers.  Their power, though mighty, ebbs and flows with contracting and expanding nature.  They, like us, are but children in the dense infinitudes.  Something like this, I think, the Wise Ones would wish each one of us to speak:  “O Brotherhood of Light, though I long to be with you, though it sustains me to think you are behind me, though your aid made sure my path, still, if the Law does not permit you to act for me today, I trust in the One whose love a fiery breath never ceases; I fall back on it with exultation:  I rely upon it joyfully.”  Was it not to point to that greater life that the elder brothers sent forth their messengers, to tell us that it is on this we ought to rely, to point us to grander thrones than they are seated on?  It is well to be prepared to face any chance with equal mind; to meet the darkness