Do not let the black Masters and their servants mislead you, and avoid them if you can until you are stronger than they. But when you are stronger than they, you have nothing to fear from them. When they cannot affect you directly, they strive to affect you through those you love. Be at peace. You are not your brother’s keeper. If your brother delights in the devil, let him have the pleasure of his preference. Will is free. Give testimony of the truth that is in you; but do not attempt to muzzle the hounds that bay the summons to the witches’ sabbath. Enter the Holy Temple and shut the door; then invoke the angels. The baying of the hounds cannot drown the music of the angel voices. Be still, and know that God is God. A great day is dawning for America--after a time of trial. The sun will rise from behind a bank of clouds; but in the freshness of the dawn much labor will be done for the new race, and for the Brotherhood of races. All over America movements will be started for the training and perfecting of mankind. Give them your help, for thus you will be working with the Law. Thus you will be learning the first lessons in the school of the White Masters, whose watchword is Service. Though I am not going far away this time, yet I leave you my blessing, O world that I have labored and suffered for--far more than you know during the last hard year. And I want to thank the world for its great interest in my former book, “Letters from a Living Dead Man.” Yes, I am living still, and am far more alive than when I wrote for you before. Little by little I am growing into an intensity of life which I could not have imagined when I walked the earth as a man among men. In these War Letters from the other world I have tried to give you glimpses of that intenser life which I lead now, after my return from the journey among the stars. I had thought to tell you of that journey when I should return again; but the story would not have been so instructive at the present time as this story of the war in the astral world. For you are nearer the astral world than you are to the stars, and until you learn the a-b-c you cannot read and understand romances. I am only a humble servant of the Law, a learner in the school of those who are wiser than I. To get, I must give. To learn, I must teach. To go forward, I must try to bring you forward with me. It has seemed to me that what the world needed most at the present time was a knowledge of the mysteries behind this war. I have been an unseen soldier in this war, in which I have received many a wound. I have had my nights of vigil and my days of labor; but they have given me a strength that I could not otherwise have gained. I am strong because I have served. Serve you, and the reward will come in due season! I am going to rest now for a little while, because I have another service to perform in the near future. I shall not go far away. “X.” _July 28, 1915._ THE END.