It is well that Germans in America should _feel_ the American repudiation of this latest piracy on the high seas. Let them feel it to the quick. They can learn in no other way. Do you fancy that in writing through your hand this book to be published after the war, I am impressing my thought only upon you? I am impressing others besides you. A few days after I wrote you that Abraham Lincoln was on guard, a newspaper cartoonist published a drawing of the ghost of the great Lincoln standing behind President Wilson. Did you think it was a mere coincidence? It was not a mere coincidence. I impress my thought, and the thought of the Masters behind me, on other minds than yours. I am a _worker_ in the astral world. To impress the minds of men is one of the duties assigned me. I go here and there where I am needed; but I have not written anywhere else as I have written through you. I have tried to, but with very indifferent success. An accurate amanuensis between the worlds is rare. They have to be trained to distinguish between the thoughts of the dictator and the thoughts of their own minds, objective and subjective, also between these and the thoughts of irresponsible entities who like to have a finger in the earthly pie. You wonder why I do not tell you more stories? I will tell you a story on my next visit. _May 11._ LETTER XXXIX ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES THE story I have to tell you is a sad one, but we are writing of war. It was three days after the _Lusitania_ went down. Leaving the plains and hills of war-harried France, I had come out across the waters to serve where service was most needed at the moment. Drawing near to the scene of the disaster, I met a child-soul who wandered up and down looking for something which it could not find--a girl-child of maybe a dozen years, with troubled and bewildered eyes. “Can I help you?” I asked, taking her by the hand, so that she ceased her restless moving to and fro and paused with me. “I have lost my mother,” she said. “Where is my mother?” “I do not know,” I answered, “but we will look for her.” It is not always easy for a bewildered soul to find in the astral world another soul whom it seeks, though it is sometimes very easy for a calm soul to find another. As on earth, the one we look for with turmoil in our hearts seems to be held away from us by invisible hands. Passing along with the child, I met many others equally bewildered. All were looking for someone or for something. “Why are we here?” asked the child. “I thought we were going to London.” “Do you not know that you have been drowned?” I asked. “Did I really drown when I was in the water?” “Yes.” “I thought it was a dream, for I have been asleep.” “Yes, you have been asleep, but the drowning was no dream.” “Then where am I?” “You are in the other world.” “The other world! But I thought the other world was heaven.” “Heaven is also in the other world.”