The Seven Purposes by Margaret Cameron 1867 - 1947




AS has been said, our invisible friends have seemed somewhat hazy in their perceptions of time and place and of mundane details generally, and they have shown no inclination to concern themselves with our trivial personal affairs. Men pressed for specific statements about small details, their replies have been sometimes in exact accordance with the fact as we have perceived it, sometimes not, but they have rarely diverged widely from the truth. In the larger matters directly related to spiritual unity and growth they have been correct, as when Mary K. explicitly stated, March 23d (already quoted), that the German offensive then in progress and up to that time successful would ultimately fail.


On one occasion, apropos of certain questions her husband had asked, Mary Kendal said: "We are not here to satisfy intellectual or any other kind of curiosity. If we were not sure you would use this information for construction,





we wouldn't fuss about it—except you and I, Manzie."


Several times during March and April, however, Mary K. gave me correct and specific information about various minor affairs, and these incidents are mentioned here because I have been asked repeatedly whether such statements had been made and verified, rather than because undue importance is attached to them.


For example, hastening to an appointment one morning (March 29th), I carelessly left my muff in a taxicab. Discovering the loss an hour later, I telephoned to the cab company, to be told that no report had been received from the cabman, but that they would try to locate him at one of their various stands. It was arranged that I should call at their office for it late in the afternoon, had it been found.


During luncheon, which I took at a restaurant, Mary K. indicated that she had something to say, and on the back of an envelop wrote: "Your muff is found for you." Two hours later, when I reached home, the muff had been returned by the cabman.


Another incident, less accurate in detail, but substantially correct, concerned Mr. Kendal and my record-book. Having had, during his brief stay in New York, no leisure in which to




read the record—which then contained only the genesis of this experience, Frederick's first interviews with his mother, and some messages from Mary Kendal not included in my letters to her husband—he had taken the book away with him (March 20th), and three or four days later I began looking for its return. When, on the 29th or 30th (exact date not noted), it had not arrived, I asked Mary K. whether she knew anything about it, and she replied that it had been sent and would probably reach me that day. At that time the record, wrapped and addressed, lay on his desk, where he had left it with instructions that it be mailed when he left home for the Easter week-end. It had been overlooked, and he found it there when he returned on the following Monday. Apparently Mary K. perceived only his intention and belief that it was on its way to me.


On the 1st of April she told me that a letter concerning these communications, then several days overdue, for which I waited with great anxiety, had at last been written.


"Really written?" I asked. "Or is this one of those successfully started things you regard as accomplished?"


"Really written."


At the same time she promised me other 190





letters, from persons specifically named, and gave me certain information concerning a member of the Gaylord family.


Two days later, when none of these letters had appeared, I said, "Where are those letters you promised me?"


"The letters are coming, fearful and wonderful messenger, she humorously assured me. "You have not made a m… fr… friend… free… fantom (O) friend in vain."


Laughing, I asked: "Is 'fantom friend' right?" She said it was.


Half an hour later the long-delayed letter arrived, and as she had told me, it was dated April 1st. The other letters came later the same day, the one from Mrs. Wylie verifying the information already given by Mary K. about a member of her family.


On Monday, April 1st, I sent a copy of Frederick's recent interviews with his mother and sister to Mrs. Gaylord at K——, hoping that it might reach her by Wednesday morning. Wednesday night Mary K. told me that an expected letter from Mrs. Gaylord had not been written, adding: "She waits for the record." A week later, after a happy visit in K——, Mrs. Gaylord returned to her home and notified me that she had not received the





manuscript from me. Fearing that it had been lost in the mails, I asked Mary K. about it, and was told that it would be received. This was repeated at intervals covering several days.


When, on Monday, April 15th, two weeks from the day it had been sent, it was missing still, I told Mary K. that it must have been lost.


"They shall have it soon," she said. "It is not lost, but delayed." "Shall I make a duplicate for them?"


"You must trust us."


"You are positive that it will arrive?"


"Yes, it will."


It was delivered to Mrs. Gaylord the following day, April 16th.


On one occasion I asked Mary K. about a woman for whom I had been requested to arrange an interview with a person on the next plane, but about whom I knew nothing whatever.


"She is deterrent," was the reply, and during the subsequent interview, for the first time since the beginning of this experience, I encountered an individual whose outlook and desire was limited to the narrowly personal.


One of the most striking of these examples of specific information occurred on the night





of Tuesday, April 2d, the day of the Senatorial elections.


Cass said: "Ask Mary K. whether she will answer a specific, mundane question for me." When she had written her name and indicated her willingness, he inquired: "Who was elected in Wisconsin to-day, Lenroot or Davies?"


"Are you there?" I questioned, when no reply came. "Yes."


After another delay, when the pencil wandered lightly and aimlessly, she wrote: "Lenroot." Supposing that she had finished, I put the pencil aside, but she summoned me again, to add: "Lenroot elected by latest count. Close in some places. We consider him elected." Cass looked at his watch. It was five minutes past twelve.


The next morning our papers announced Mr. Lenroot in the lead, with final returns not yet received, and not until Cass reached his office did we discover how truly "exclusive" our information had been. He learned then that the suburban editions of several New York City papers, which probably went to press about the time we talked to Mary K., practically conceded the election to Mr. Davies, reporting him ahead by returns then available.


Of many other specific statements that were





either absolutely correct, or so nearly correct that Mr. Kendal's theory of a difference of perceptive method might easily account for the error, one is notable. On Sunday, May 19th, I asked Mary K. whether she could tell me anything about the projected German drive.


"Yes. It will be fierce, but, futile. All forces here see her doom, and the war will last only as long as unsupported human endeavor can endure against eternal purpose. Germany has no ally here. The forces that have impelled her for these many years are overpowered by world-purpose, and have left Germany to her destruction, while they prepare to destroy the finest spiritual fruits of victory."


Similarly, while writing to friends at the front of our entire confidence in the outcome of the Picardy drive then in progress, May 30th, I paused to ask Mary K. whether she had anything more to say about the war.


"Only that we are the victors. Germany does not win this drive, either. Our forces rally, and the end is near. Defeat this time will leave them despairing and afraid."


To this Maynard Holt added, "All the forces have withstood the blow and gather for the final and decisive defeat of Germany."


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