The Inner Life

So said the word to me.

There was explanation of its connection with me and its appearance to me at this time which I was not permitted to record, and I am not now permitted to relate it.

ON CHRISTMAS late afternoon, 1935, in a Movie Picture Theatre where “The Tale Of Two Cities” was being shown, during one of the most stirring scenes the White Cross appeared to me again. It covered the persons on the screen. At this time it was but a flash, but so clear and distinct that I fairly gasped.

There was but time sufficient for me to recognize it, to salute it and to dedicate myself to it. It seemed to vanish with the changing scene. I was conscious of the same “Presence,” the same magnetic drawing of my whole being into the as yet unknown vital activities of the New Age. Again and again a conscious of the vital magnetic Force as a mighty charging of every atom of my being that so overwhelmed me that morning of May, 1934. —Jane H. Hopkins.

THIS came in a vision at noon:

Christ stood, a great form, with an immense shining sword in His right hand, held up to the full length of His arm, until the tip touched the heavens. With a quick movement He brought it straight down, until its point sunk in the earth where it made a huge crevice.

I seemed to understand it made a dividing line, for as He stood there He was directing people first to one side, then to the other—those who were His followers to His right side, and those who were not to His left.

Two hours later I picked up my Bible and opened to the following—Isaiah 34:5: “For my sword shall be bathed in heaven; Behold it shall come down upon Idumea and upon the people of my curse to judgment.”