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inner ear that I should come and ask his help and that he was to give it. He was so impressed by this
occurrence that he went to a mutual friend and asked her whether I was in trouble of any sort. At his
request she wrote to me to enquire how I was faring, but mentioned no names, and I, not realising the
significance of the incident, returned a non-committal answer.
He heard my story and told me to leave the matter in his hands, which I did.
This is a queer enough story of coincidence, but the sequel is even queerer. After leaving Colonel Y., I
enquired once more of the Unseen whether I should take any further steps. The reply came through that
for the present I was to do nothing, but that I would be told when further action was to be taken. I learnt
afterwards that X. had left the country a few days after my interview with Colonel Y.
Nothing happened for about five months, and then one evening when I was sitting over my fire in the
dusk I distinctly heard the Inner Voice telling me that now was the time to make a move in the matter of
X., and that I was to go to Mr. Z. and tell my story. Now Mr. Z. was a very eminent person indeed,
whom I knew of as being an advanced occultist, but whom I had never met. I replied to the interior voice
that for me to approach Mr. Z. was impossible, I should merely be shown the door, and that unless they
could open up the way from their end, I did not see how it was to be done. The answer came through
very clearly that the way would be made plain. And it was.
A couple of days later a visitor was announced, an old friend whom I only saw occasionally, and after
the usual greetings and exchange of news, he said, "I should very much like you to meet a friend of mine
who I think would be interested in your work. May I take you to see him? His name is Mr. Z." Needless
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to say I agreed.
When I came to the appointed meeting, I said to Mr. Z., after I had been introduced, " I have got a
message for you," thinking I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. He listened attentively, and
when I mentioned the name of the Indian, my friend who was present, exclaimed, "It is a curious thing
that you should be moving in this matter at the present moment. X. landed in England a couple of days
ago."
It will be noted that as soon as X. left England, I was instructed to hold my hand, and as soon as he
returned after an absence of five months, I was instructed to commence action again. Unless we are
prepared to pull the long arm of coincidence clean out of its socket, we must conclude that some
directing intelligence was at work. This is but one among many instances in my experience. Limitations
of space forbid me to mention any more.
In addition to the Occult Police, who function solely on the Inner Planes, there also exist certain groups
of occultists who have banded themselves together for the purpose of combating Black Occultism. I
suppose they give themselves different names, but I do not know what these are; I have always heard
them referred to generically as the Hunting Lodges. Upon various occasions I have skirmished on their
flanks and looked on at some lively forays. I imagine them to be organised in conjunction with the
Occult Police, and they certainly possess means of obtaining information which point to co-operation
from the Inner Planes. They appear to possess alliances in unexpected quarters and to be able to pull a
remarkable number of strings. What psychic weapons they use I do not know, but upon the physical
plane they appear to rely largely upon newspaper exposes, and upon keeping undesirables on the move,
never allowing them to settle down and organise. Knowing what I do of their methods, I have from time
to time recognised their sign-manual in various transactions for which decent citizens have every reason
to be grateful.
I came across them in a manner which serves to illustrate the way in which occultists can "call" for
information they may be in need of, and the fortuitious train of circumstances that will supply it.
As a young girl, at the commencement of my interest in occultism, I came in touch with an adept whom I
soon realised to be on the Left-hand Path, and with whom I soon severed my connection. Shortly after I
broke with him, I was watching a gymkhana in company with some friends, among them a student of
occultism, and we began to discuss matters of mutual interest. Impelled by I know not what impulse to
confide in him what I had never told a soul, I told him of my experiences with the adept I have referred
to. To my surprise he knew all about him. It seems that my new acquaintance was connected with a
group of occultists who had taken for their work the hunting out of Black Lodges; they had already
crossed the trail of my black adept and had compelled him to close down, and he had sworn not to
reorganise his Order. They had had reason to believe recently that this oath was not being kept and that
he had again organised a Lodge and was working his rituals, but they did not know where to lay their
hands on him. Then here came I, a bit of human flotsam tossed up on a sports field to give them the
information they needed at the very moment when they needed it. These things happen too regularly in
occultism for one to be able to look upon them as chance.
It is my belief that It Is possible for anyone who has need of them to get into touch telepathically with
this occult police force. The symbol I was taught to use was a black Calvary Cross with circle on a
scarlet ground. This is pictured in the imagination, and while gazing at it mentally the call is sent out
into the Unseen, projecting it from the centre of the forehead.
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Various attempts have been made to prove that the occult fraternities are all directed from a single
headquarters, said variously to be situated in Germany, Thibet, Mongolia and South America. Personally
I do not believe it. I suppose that I have a pretty varied acquaintance with the inner workings of the
occult movement, and I have never seen anything whatever that indicated any centralised control,
whether for good or for evil. Everything, in fact, points the other way, and indicates that there is no
connecting link save that of a common literature, a common idealism, and a set of symbols which, if not
common to all sections, are readily translatable by means of well-understood equivalents. The position in
the occult field is analogous to that of Protestant Christianity, not Roman Christianity. Occultism has no
Pope.
Nor do I think that Bolshevism ever gained any foothold in the Lodges, though I believe it tried; as
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