Everything exists in the soul; all knowledge is there. Grasp that idea if you can. The infallible part of us is the hidden part, and it is for us to bring it to light. Do you understand now why I advise the disembodied to break away from the distractions and the dazzling mirages of the earthly life? Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets. It is not that I am indifferent to earthly loves; on the contrary, I love more deeply than ever all those whom I loved on earth; but I realise that if I can love them wisely instead of unwisely, it will be better both for them and for me. Yet the call of the earth is loud sometimes, and my heart answers from this side of the veil. LETTER LIV A FORMULA FOR MASTERSHIP MY friend, I am going to leave you for a while--perhaps for a long time. It seems to me that my immediate work with the earth is done. I want still further to lighten my load, to soar out upon the waves of ether--far--far--and to forget, in the thrill of exploration, that I shall some day have to make my way painfully back to the world through the narrow straits of birth. I am going out with the Beautiful Being on a voyage of discovery. My companion has taken this journey before, and can show me the way to many wonders. There is a sadness in bidding you good-bye. Do you remember the last time you saw me in my old body? We neither of us thought that afternoon that we should next meet in a foreign country, and under conditions so strange that half the world will doubt that we have ever met again at all, and the other half will wonder if indeed we have really met. Tell me, was I ever more real to you than I am this evening? While sitting with me in the days of the past, did you ever know less of what I should say a moment afterwards than you know now? Rack your brain as you will, you cannot tell what I am going to talk about. That will prove to _you_, at least, that I am as real as ever. I want to leave a few messages. Tell.... And tell.... And some day tell my boy to live a brave and clean life. He will be watched over. Tell him that if sometimes he feels the interior guidance, not to be afraid to trust it. Tell him to look within for light. For the present, I have not much more to say to the world at large. But I want you to publish these letters, leaving out only the very personal paragraphs. Yes, I may not see you again for a long time. Do not be sad. When I am gone, perhaps another will come. Do not close the door too tight; but guard well the door, and let no one enter who has not the signs and passwords. You will not be deceived; I have trained you to that end. I cannot write much to-night, for there is a sadness in leaving the earth. But I am--or shall be--all a-thrill with the interest of the coming voyage. Think of it! I shall see far-away planets and meet their inhabitants. Shall I find the “square-faced men”? Perhaps so.