XII. IN WHICH I
TAKE LEAVE OF MY READERS
“ See how desire
doth outrun performance” - how depressingly true are these immortal
lines! I am conscious, as I turn back the pages of this book, revised
and altered and re-revised more often than I can count, how infinitely less a thing it is
than I hoped it would be. How little I have been able to convey of the masses of
knowledge, of material, of information, of proof that I have been given,
and that I hoped to be able to hand on.
The only thing
I can say to my readers who have struggled as far as this, is that
inadequate as this book now seems to me, I have at least written
in it nothing but
what I believe to be the truth. I have endeavoured with the greatest
honesty and sincerity at my command to hand on at least some of the
things I have been taught - things that I have proved (as far, at least,
as one can prove the infinite through the limitations of the finite) to
be the truth, to my own satisfaction at all events.
experiences I have quoted in the course of the book are true, and not
merely “ written in” to add colour to the narrative. And the other cases, the instances,
stories, etc., concerning other people, while I have not been able (to my regret)
to gain permission in every case to use names, I can only ask my readers to
accept my solemn word that these also are true and actual stories
concerning actual people.
And so I must
leave it, knowing that many will merely smile and shake their heads and
say cynically “ Oh, yeah?” to what I have just said, and I don't blame
them! To those who boast that they have their feet planted on what they
think is solid earth (if they only knew!), or to those who are too
fearful to probe into the future, this book will be frankly either a
bore, or merely a rather crankish production over which it is a pity
that Margery Lawrence has wasted so much time.
But to those
others who, like me, are seeking, groping, impatient to try and find out
- those to whom the old words “ What went ye out for to Seek?” and the
thrilling answer “ Seek and ye shall find!” comes as a glorious clarion
call that cannot be denied - those will, I hope, find in these pages
some of the help that I, in my stumbling early days of interest in
Spiritualism, received from many sources; and most of all, from those
great souls whom we know only as “ Guides”.
And if what I have
written seems foolish, unconvincing - even perhaps absurd - then blame
the failure on my inadequacy, not upon the Masters with whom I have
studied for so many years.
For, indeed, only
those who, like myself, have been privileged to know Them, know how
great They are, and how wise, and how infinitely patient with human
follies and weaknesses. So knowing that, I take heart of grace as I write these last
words, and say:
“ A poor thing, my Masters, where I
hoped to produce a great! But - at least the very best that I can do.”
London, August 1942 - May 1943.
Miss Lilian Bailey Mrs. Barkel
Mr. Joseph Benjamin Mr. Arthur Bhaduri
Arnold Clare Mrs. Grace Cooke Margery Crandon Mrs. Helen Duncan Mrs.
Eileen Garrett Linda Gazza Mrs.
Guppy Mrs. Pickering Gray
Daniel Dunglas Home Mrs. Bertha Harris Jock McKie
Mrs. Osborne Leonard
Mrs. Pamela Nash
Eusapia Paladino Florizel de Reuter Mrs. Estelle Roberts Rudi Schneider
Mrs. Sharplin Maria Silbert Ronald Strong John C. Sloan Lucia Sordi “
Theodora” George Valiantine Jack Webber Eleanore Zogun Etc. etc.