The Seven Purposes by Margaret Cameron 1867 - 1947




I AM with all of you as I never could be before," Frederick said, the next day, "because until we are realized and recognized the communion can't be complete. Now I can tell all of you lots of things you can get without words or messenger. Sometimes you will know they are my suggestions, sometimes you won't. But the fact that I am closely and intimately in touch with you is the important thing for all of us. The recognition of my definite suggestion will come later, when you are more accustomed to all this and have learned the little signals by which I identify myself to you."


"Can you tell us what those signals are?" some one asked.


"They are like the force I am, too subtle for scientific analysis or description, but you'll know them, all of you. This thing can't be developed in a minute, you know. Wait, and watch, and let the bars down, and you'll know me when I come, in a comparatively short time."



THE SEVEN PURPOSES "Can you tip tables with us?" Lois inquired.


"Yes, probably; but that's a clumsy way of doing it. Some of you can run a planchette. None of you are likely to get anything like this…. This fluency of reception is hardly to be expected. We can talk, however…. You can always get me,—for the essential intercourse, and somehow we'll get it across."


"I want you to give your father something like the 'stop—look— listen' reminder to me," his mother said.


"All right; but I can't do it in cold blood. Let me cogitate, and I'll try to think up a password that can't fail to accomplish the desired effect. You and Dad are the same purpose in essentials, but your force is differently applied and can't be approached in the same way."


"How far down in the scale does the possession of a soul go?" Mr. Wylie asked, presently. "How about animals?"


"There is no such thing as soul, in that sense. All purpose is force. All force personified is individuality. All individuality is eternal. The development is unequal. The undeveloped force finds quicker development here. But the force that has been developed to a point of intelligence in your life, and is not actively put to work, goes down in the scale, is deterrent





rent, and has to work just as hard to get back as the force that never has developed at all."


"Where does the force animating babies come from?" I asked. "What was little Dick before he was little Dick?"


"That's what I want to explain, if I can. The force that manifests itself in animals is a grade higher in force than the vegetable manifestation, and that higher than inanimate stone and metal. The force of an animal comes here, to swell the forces that become individual and human through birth, but individuality begins with human consciousness. All force that is not human may eventually become human, but there is no persistence of individuality until birth as a human and more or less productive force begins it. Animals do not produce anything but their kind. Only man creates, and that is the eternal attribute."


"Is there a struggle between purposes to enter a new-born human?"


"Many purposes are latent in every human being from birth. None is in absolute possession. Life on your plane is one perpetual struggle between the eternal warring purposes. No newly born child has chosen. The training of a child should, from the first, be a preparation for battle, for daily—almost hourly—choice. Diligence, vigilance, purpose to work





unceasingly and against all disintegrating influences, determination to construct and to progress in spite of anything, mental, moral, physical, or material—these are the essential things in training a child to live forcefully and eternally.


"What becomes of babies who die at birth?"


"They have undeveloped personalities and are developed here. We have strong forces of Light and Truth devoted to their teaching."


"When a man is consciously determined to construct, is he ever overcome by disintegrating forces?"


"Sure thing he is, if he doesn't fight. Sometimes he sways and recovers. Read the Lessons. They'll tell you more every time you read them. They come from General Headquarters…. The arousing force of this message is to be measured by conviction manifested in action. Again you are respectfully referred to the Lessons."


"It doesn't seem fair that physical and nervous conditions should affect one's ability to resist or receive the forces," Lois mentioned.


"It doesn't. You just think it does. The forces of construction are always eager to come in. The thing you call nervous exhaustion generally comes from yielding to forces of disintegration. A person yields to one or





more of them, and then is sorry for himself because some doctor doesn't rout them. What he needs is to buck up and kick them out himself." Evidently he referred here to the nervous disorders arising from mental disturbances, for the next day he emphasized the government of physical forces by physical laws.


It was suggested that while many nervous disorders might be controlled in their incipiency by the person suffering from them, they eventually get beyond his control, and Frederick replied: "You think so; but there's always force where there's personality, and if it can just be put up to you, by yourself or another, that the choice in the end is yours and nobody's else, you can help yourself. In the end, you help yourself, anyhow, unless you slide back to protoplasm of purpose. Get busy and buck UP, or backslide and slump. It's up to every fellow for himself, and every one who slips back impedes the way for somebody else."


In the talk following this, some one spoke of the constant teaching of brotherhood and regard for one's neighbor as a vicarious gospel.


"Not vicarious," Frederick corrected. "It is not vicarious to give the other fellow a chance. No man is his brother's keeper. No man has a right to impede construction, unless he's destructive. But it's every personality developed





to its highest that makes the strong constructive army. The weak should have a chance to develop, but no strong force should yield its purpose. Nothing vicarious about that. Just common sense and good organization."


Mr. Gaylord—the successful head of a large manufacturing concern—asked, with a twinkle: "Can you successfully run a business in accordance with the principles laid down in these Lessons? Before you answer, I want to say that I believe it can be done."


"You're right, Dad. It can't be done easily, nor quite consistently, at present, because of the complexity of modern business conditions. You are all bound to some extent by association with some one else, whether by a man, a directors' board, an association, or a contributing concern. These all limit, to a certain extent, your freedom of action; but fundamentally the principle is practicable, and can gradually be put into consistent practice by uniting with those of your own purpose, instead of with those who seem expedient."


That evening, Mrs. Wylie said that the repeated assertions of invisible forces of construction and of destruction, alertly striving to influence us, reminded her of the old theories of guardian angels and possessing devils.





I think it was that night, too, though I made no record of it at the time, that Mr. Gaylord said, when Frederick's good night had been followed by his customary signature: "I wish he'd sign the name I used to call him by." Efforts to obtain it then, however, were unsuccessful.


The next day—the last of my visit—Frederick said of a man of whom we had been talking: "He hasn't just found himself yet, but he will. He likes to produce some things, and he will respond to the higher call to build for the higher end. You can all help him, and yourselves, and our whole purpose, by calling to the latent builder in him. He wants to come in, but doesn't know just where to start…. More effort, more concentration, more force applied for purpose, is the thing to strive for first. I can't tell him how to build. That's for him to choose…. You can build together. Each of you helping the other, each of you bringing effort, willingness, perception, force of various kinds. But first and foremost, devotion to the purpose of progress, regardless of intervening difficulties and discouragements. Habit is strong in every human force. Remember that, and watch—watch for the little masquerading devils of destruction. They are clever and subtle, and come in plausible guise.





Kick them out and work…. You said this sounded like the old stories of possession by devils, Sis. It's not that. The devils of old possessed a man in spite of himself. The forces of destruction govern him only when he permits them to. He can always be constructive, if he will. He may do no more than carry bricks to the mason, but still he builds. The man who has great opportunity must use it greatly. The little chap can use only the force he has. Thus endeth this preachment."


Lois asked whether he had been present at a moment when several members of the family had been in great physical danger, and he replied that he had come at once, from a great distance, in response to a summons from a force "that is always with you when I am not."


"There is always a connecting force between you and the free forces here," he explained. "We are always in touch that way. That is equally true of the forces for destruction. The greater forces for good or evil can be instantly summoned to reinforce your choice."


This led to a discussion of prayer, in which certain members of our group had lost faith.


"You can always summon help, if you call the (O) eternal constructive forces to build with you," he told us. "But most people





pray for physical or material aid. Physical forces follow physical laws. Forces of eternity affect them to some extent, but do not govern them. Prayer with other people is a sort of lying down on the Infinite and giving up personal effort. The prayer that is most truly and promptly answered is the one that begins and ends with a determination not to yield to weakness, or fear, or the other disintegrating powers. Prayer implies an open mind, and is too often made with a closed one. Not wilfully closed, but fearfully, and therefore not truly open."


"Physical forces Mother, were too much for my physical resistance," he said, when she spoke of her effort to hold him here. "No amount of prayer, or influence of the forces of eternal progress, could affect that, beyond the extent to which it was affected. That is the reason it was a long fight. The forces helped all they could. But the physical thing is a minor thing, after all. The eternal thing is all that really counts. And to be able to put you, whom I love so much, in touch with the eternal while still in that preliminary life, is worth all that I—and you—went through to make it possible. To be able to pass on this knowledge to that life of yours is worth anything."





"Isn't the time coming when we shall be able to control our physical condition better than we do now?" Mrs. Wylie asked.


"Yes, the mind—and what we call force in the eternal sense— has great influence over personal physical force, It performs no miracles, but prevents much yielding to what is really the forces of destruction, trying to hamper and delay accomplishment of any constructive kind…. The forces of disintegration are the busy boys, and it takes force and purpose and struggle to keep them out."


"Is our decision to use your first name in the book right?" his father asked.


"Yes, sir. I am very happy about that. It will identify me, and therefore the message, to many people I should like to reach personally, and will not identify you to the public at large. I should not like to have Mother and" the girls annoyed by publicity, but that was for you to choose. The message, as you know, is important and general. But to a lot of fellows I want to reach, Frederick will carry where Z. X. would fail to convince…. Your attitude about the book pleases me, too…. You and I both know the force of the primitive masculine feeling that a man's family is his own, and its affairs private and personal. This time, the personal affair is also the eternal





affair, vital and illuminating. And the fact that I have been one of the channels through which this came, that it was the search for me that made Margaret begin this work, must not be confused in anybody's mind with the fact that the message is more than a message—it is a revelation. For that reason, you and I both will gladly sink the personal reluctance and remember the purpose we serve."


A long pause ensued, while we sat soberly about the table, waiting. Then some one suggested that perhaps he wished us to ask questions.


"All I want is to talk like folks to the family," he announced, with a force and rapidity amounting to emphasis. "For the love of Mike, stop thinking of me as different, and translated, and serious, and solemn! I do preach a lot, I admit. That's for reasons you know. But I'm just as fond of a joke as I ever was, and I refuse to be set aside as a superior being! Come on, now, count me in as the Boy, and out as a thing to be treated with solemn reverence! I'm myself, and I want it recognized!"


After this, the talk drifted, much as it might have done had he returned visibly after a long absence, touching here and there.


Presently Lois asked, referring to a friend





in Europe: "Did you know H—— was married? And to an American woman?"


"No, I didn't know that. He should marry a free force, like an American girl. He was too blamed medieval in his feeling about females. We are all a bit inclined that way, we men, but American women are doing a lot to free force, the world over. They are more nearly free in purpose than any other women in the world, more truly individuals—when they don't abuse it, and turn into dolls. American girls help women everywhere. They don't stand for any harem stunts. H—— will learn a lot of things he needs to know, if she's the real thing."


Concluding a long reply to a personal question of his father's, he said: "Know that I am enjoying every pleasure you take, doubly, once for you and twice for myself. There's your watchword, Dad! One for myself, and two for the Boy. Remember that every time you are worried, every time you are tempted to overwork, every time you put off physical repairs, every time you feel depressed, every time you need rest and relaxation and pleasure, every time you play with Mother and the girls, every time you renew your fellows—hip with other men—always remember: One for myself, and two for the Boy."




That evening, Mrs. Gaylord said that she had received a message about a relative in the West, purporting to come from her brother on the next plane, which she thought was not true, but one of her daughters told her that a letter received the night before had verified it.


"Mother dearest, all messengers have that trouble," Frederick warned her. "There are certain things concerning details of your plane, that will come to you through forces around you, that get confused in transmission. That's as near as I can come now to explaining what happens. Some day, I can perhaps tell you more about it. But don't let that disturb or discourage you. The explanation is as natural as a deflected ray of light, or an electric current grounded.1 it is a part of the conditions under which we work with your plane, and is never encountered regularly or continuously. Certain detached experiences of that sort come to every messenger. This one you mention was not one of them, but I tell you this now, because the experience may come to any of you, including Margaret, any day. The current gets mixed. That's the best way I can express it. But it doesn't persist for any length of time."


We talked about the force moving the









pencil. Mr. Gaylord asked whether I wrote the words, after receiving the message through my mind, and I replied that the force, on the contrary, seemed to be applied to the pencil from without—sometimes above my fingers, sometimes below them— ray only participation being to hold the pencil upright and to follow its movement. Mrs. Wylie mentioned the theory that the message comes through the subconscious mind, the muscles of the hand supplying the motive power. We asked Frederick whether he could tell us anything about it


"The subconscious mind is like the battery," he said, slowly, "but the connection is made through the hand. The motive power for the pencil does not come, as scientists claim, from the subconscious mind, but from the subtle force I mentioned, put into connection with the hand by certain sympathetic and sensitive conditions of the subconscious mind. The comparison is not exact. The force is not electric, and has certain definitely distinctive qualities not to be expressed in any terms now familiar to your plane; but in time words will be found—or coined—to express this connection."


Some weeks afterward, Mr. Kendal obtained a little additional information about this unknown force from his wife.





In endeavoring to establish communication with Frederick, through a pencil, one of his sisters had been overwhelmed by insistent, and frequently unknown, personalities seeking expression, and had had some rather violent and annoying manifestations of the force they employ.


"You mustn't do too much of this writing stunt," Frederick now advised her, "unless you give up a lot of other things. You can't burn your candle of force at both ends. Margaret gave up a lot of outside activities long ago. You are sensitive, and could do this in time very freely, but the receptivity is decidedly a strain upon the messenger at best, and if any amount of writing is to be done, you can't do other things, too." After mentioning that she would probably be beset by "any number of yearning forces," he added: "So either say 'not at home' to anybody but Uncle J—— and Bud…"


I halted the pencil, supposing that he had intended to write either Boy or Brother, and that there had been a mistake in transmission.


Lois glanced at the sheet, and ejaculated: Buddie!"


"That's the name I've been waiting fort" her father exclaimed. The pencil then went on, completing the





name as if no interruption had occurred: "…die, or give up other things, or quit."


Afterward, when it had been explained that certain members of the family had called Frederick Buddie, Bud, or Buzz, variations of Lois's baby attempts at Brother, he added: "I've been trying to get that through, but the Missourian held me to known names."


At first, names came to me with little difficulty, but latterly— possibly beginning with the Annie Manning episode—I have been generally unable to transmit them. Some one asked Frederick the reason for this.


"Because names are specific," he said.


She knows my name. She knew I had a special name, besides. But while an idea expressed in familiar words can be transmitted, however unfamiliar the idea, the definite and specific spelling of an unfamiliar name is very difficult to get through, especially if the messenger is a little nervous about it, or constantly alert for possible mistakes. We can sometimes get it through, as I did this, in a rush of other stuff."


[A few days later, when I was very tired, receiving with difficulty, and therefore questioning every statement made through the pencil, Mary K. said: "You are the most mentally… el… elas… el… elastic is not





the word. Means elastic and masterful impregnable messenger I ever tried to work through…. That is the reason names are almost impossible to send through you. You try to get them, but the almost invincible character of your mental resistance to deception makes it difficult for us to penetrate where a doubt exists in your mind. A name is specific to the highest degree, and resistance, however unconscious and unrecognized, prevents its free transmission. "]


"You will come again, won't you?" Frederick asked, as the hour of my departure approached. "I have had a bully time talking to the family, and I can do better work now, because they are all happier, and all with me in conscious purpose. It's true that every bit of conscious co-operation with us helps us, as well as you. So that 'One for myself and two for the Boy' is not bunk, Dad. It's the real thing, for both of us."


With a final brief message to every member of the group, the last of these L—— interviews closed.1

1In describing Frederick's pyrotechnical "upside-down stunts" and the later "trimmings," the great facility with which They were executed should have been more strongly emphasized. They ere all written with extraordinary rapidity and



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