g been hid, and to understand the "deep
things of God," and so the soul of him is saying, "I, too, have visions
unspeakable," and closing up the avenues of his external sight, he sees
and apprehends truth, a light upon his path, of which in his previous,
darkened state he had never conceived. The intuitional faculties being
the true interpreters of the immortal soul, are capable of unlimited
cultivation, unlike those of the intellect which have always the
limitations of cerebral organization. These powers are as limitless as
God, and only through the expansion and recognized rational, practical
use and application of these faculties--now sometimes falsely named
supernatural--can the human race pass out from its present environment
of darkness, and crime, and reaching upward expand into a saving
knowledge of the truth, as made known by the Christs.

THE MIGRATIONS OF OUR RACE.

Vast numbers of times has the human race marched around this world on
which we live. Each journey of the whole family has embraced a cycle
of time. Each cycle has been rounded up by some great cataclysm of
nature, which has left the earth desolated, in ruins, to rest from the
invasions of its nomadic children.

Of the truth of these great convulsive throes of the planet we have
many ancient legendary accounts. The Biblical accounts, and the
irrefutable testimony of the globe itself, as recorded in the veined
strata which have held their record for ages inviolably concealed,
until man should finally bring to the unmasking of her secrets an
intelligence clarified from the mists of superstition, and illuminated
by the intuition not only of the soul, but of the intellect and reason.

THE DISCIPLINE OF LIFE.

"The mills of the gods grind always,
They grind exceeding small,
And with great exactness grind they all."

Their "hoppers" are too numerous to be counted. Physical pain, sorrow
of many sorts and kinds, losses and crosses innumerable, unending
disappointments, holding back the ambitions from all satisfactory
realization of pet schemes, and finally, physical death. Not one human
creature escapes. Into the hoppers they go, again and again, time
after time, till the refining process is completed and the soul is fit
to stand in holy and exalted presence, and to be set to do the work of
the Master. Here and there some gifted soul realizes that its anguish
means "growing pains." A was described as a "good man who let t