Again have I met with the evil being of whom I wrote at the beginning of these letters. He is lashing himself in fury now, drunk with the power of his place. Ere his hour draws near, he is hot to assert himself. The climax is approaching, and if I visit you less often than before, it is because I cannot leave my place so often. Never falter in courage. Your faith shall be the evidence of things still unseen--as it has been before. This second struggle with the powers of darkness will leave us stronger and leave them weaker. _I know many things which I cannot tell you_, for you are not strong enough to receive them; but remember this--the Law of Rhythm holds, it is the Law of laws, and after this storm will come a corresponding calm, after this agony a rest in the quiet of love. When hate has spent itself, then love can have its way. Do you not hate, but stand steady, merely withstanding attacks. Do not waste your strength. It will be needed by and by. If we use you sometimes as a material base on which to plant our etheric feet for a greater spring into space, remember that you offered yourself for the service of the world, and the service has been accepted. This is no time to talk of reward, but the law of justice is behind the world. So far as possible, strengthen those who suffer too much, and we will strengthen you. The angels you saw last night are the bodyguard of the Masters’ servants. As thy day, so shall thy strength be. I will give you a formula for use in time of stress and storm: Reach up to the indwelling Spirit and repeat, “For her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” It is only in contact with mind, with desire and with matter, that the Spirit struggles and suffers. In its own home all is peaceful and pleasant. Reach up to that home when the storms are too loud, and you will find a place of silence. Do not let go your hold upon the body. You could no longer be used as a material base should you loosen your hold on the material, and those who come to live altogether in the astral world just now have a hard time at first. Be calm and poised and sure. Be not a quicksand but a rock. That is all for the present. This little time of writing has rested me as well as you, and I will return. _May 7._ LETTER XXXVII VEILED PROPHECIES IF you were less easily startled, less easily thrown out of the negative condition in which only you can take down my words, less easily thrown back by shock into your normal objective consciousness, I could have told you yesterday that the _Lusitania_ had gone down, instead of merely hinting at disaster. You are quite right always to stop the writing the moment your own brain begins to work; but you can see that it limits us in the giving of definite news. We were near that ship when it went down, several of us, including the one whom we call the Beautiful Being.