myself to rise and to my surprise I immediately began to ascend. When I arrived at a level with the top of the fence, I became concerned being so high above the ground and wondered if I could let myself down again. Again I thought of my will, and as soon as I exercised it I stopped moving and after being suspended in the air for a moment I willed to descend, and to test the power I stopped again. Twice on my way down to the ground on the other side of the fence I was so overjoyed at the discovery of this wonderful power, that I knelt down and in a loud voice, “O Father, I thank Thee for this power.”

Your dream is interesting, but we are wondering if you really got the lesson from this experience or were as concerned about the phenomena part that you missed it entirely? It was to illustrate your power to rise above every difficulty no matter how hard or high—if you only know it. All you have to do is to remember this power of will you have, then to call it into play and start to do whatever task is before you, and you will find yourself rising to the occasion as easily as you did to get over that fence.

MY YOUNGEST brother for quite a while has been dabbling in Spiritualism, and he is at the stage where he “knows it all.” Of course I realize that just what he is going through must be good for him or he would not have to experience it. But just the same it worried me, because he is of a very sensitive nature, and believes everyone should see as he does. One night I was thinking strongly about the subject and talked it over with my husband before retiring—and then I was asleep.

I dreamed I went home—over in Canada, and I seemed to see each one, Mother, Dad and the rest, and then I went over to the small room my brother uses for a meditation room; where I saw a certain curtain. As I stood there a tall figure came across the room dressed in a white robe and a white turban—but the FACE AND HANDS WERE BLACK.

He, or it, did not see me, and when he entered the meditation room I drew the curtain and stood with my arms crossed, trying to control the room with the Light and Power of Christ. Then I spoke the Word. Just what was the Word I am never conscious of when I awaken; but I have uttered it before. Even as I spoke it this time the curtain vanished and with it the being I had seen enter the room—it all seemed to be consumed in a white smoke.

Since that dream I have not been worried at all about my brother, but I seem rather to be waiting.

We are interested in your experience with your brother. Let us hope that what you did to that entity by speaking the Word will destroy his influence forever over your brother.

Try to realize the great power you evidently did in your soul consciousness, can utterly change both the one influenced and the one influencing, through the quickening into a flame the Light of Christ within each of them; for remember in each is His Light which is the only Light they have. Know that this is so for your brother, and it will be so.