in a world in which nothing is left to chance, but all is part of a well-considered plan.

In the days of Ignorance and Superstition into which the World drifted after the last periodical collapse of its civilization, it was enough to paint a crude Heaven and a ferocious Hell. Today the more advanced teachings adopted by Theosophy preach an ultimate survival of the Monad after eons of rebirths; while the everflowing tide of Spiritualism wavers between an acceptance of the Doctrine of Reincarnation and the irrational idea of an eternal survival in Higher Spheres of Progression after this one unequal experience of life.

The time seems to be ripe for a sterner view as to the survival of the Individuality. It is probably true that human failures are for the most part merely deflected into other evolutionary streams beyond our planet, and that Higher Monads similarly deflected from elsewhere are being constantly recruited; but nevertheless there is a Cosmic Sink, the scrap-heap of the mischievously useless.

The ultimate survivors of a Planetary Manvantara are few! They are, as a Theosophical work puts it, the Flowers of the Tree!

The fact that the most material point in our evolutionary progress has been passed, and that the world generally is on the eve of radical changes, social and intellectual, is perhaps why information is increasing regarding the Occult Brotherhoods which, unseen and unsuspected by the great mass of humanity, control our racial and national vicissitudes.

In certain parts of this world are six great “Lodges,” geographically distributed. Amongst many activities these “Lodges” supervise the development of certain definite