THE THIRD letter follows from our friend of the Soul experiences in the Garden. She has contacted her Teacher, but is not yet able or worthy to be taught audibly by him. But it will not be long, judging from what he conveyed to her mentally.

DEAR FRIENDS:

The one that I see so much and think is a prophet is of medium build, real glossy dark brown hair and beard, which are both rather long. His eyes are more of a gray or grayish brown. His robe is long and white, with long flowing sleeves. Over his right shoulder is thrown a mantle or cape of pinkish orange color. This drapes to the left to the bottom of his robe, coming up the back to his right shoulder. Sometimes he stands with a large shepherd’s staff.

He is very close to me now, closer than he has ever been before. A few days ago I looked up and saw him looking at me very earnestly. Presently at the back of him there seemed to unroll some white clouds and in the midst of these I saw the head and shoulders of the most beautiful being I have ever seen. His hair was a very light yellow and his robe of purest white. He spoke to me, saying “Look up!” repeating it three times. The clouds rolled again, and where he had been was the clearest lake imaginable—there was not the slightest ripple or movement on its surface; the water was clear as crystal. Presently the water began to get dark, then darker and darker, until it looked like ink. It began to boil up, then the dirtiest, nastiest people in a mad fight and scramble were trying to