may 15

mr. c. s. barbour.

sir: i am writing to you because my guides advise it. otherwise i should not do so. i have returned to my old home in virginia. the newspapers were very cruel to me, as you know, and everyone unkind and harsh and disbelieving.

james understood me. if he had found out about the cabinet, he would have been annoyed, but he would only have taken more pains after that to see that all the phenomena were genuine. i can’t help doing such things. it is a part of my nature. james said i was very complex.

in a measure, it is your fault that he left me. i am not vengeful, however, and i do not hold it against you, because i can very well guess at what you had to contend with. for some cause that has not yet been revealed to me — some cause within yourself, i fear — you were and still are peculiarly open to the attack of one we know of.

were yours an ordinary case of obsession, i might have helped. as it is, i can only offer warning. whatever there is in you that answers to him, choke it — crush it back — give it no headway. above all, do not obey him. if, as i suspect, you have obeyed in the past, cease now. it is not yet too late. but if june 9 finds you under his domination you will never be free again.

you may wonder why i was silent at the trial. you may have thought that i was ignorant of the truth. this is not so, though i did not even tell sabina. to bring the greater criminal to justice was impossible. for the rest, it was between you and your friend.

understand, i will not interfere between you and your friend.

my guides say that this is not for me to do. that i must not. that if one of you wills to sacrifice and the other to accept; not even god will interfere between you.

but i write particularly to give this message.

mortal life is cheap, and mortal death an illusion. beyond and deeper are life and death eternal. be careful which you choose.

alicia moore