rounding us, history and remnants of preceding civilization tell us how earlier races have come to a standstill. Every form of creation has its time, step by step, form after form, each a development from the previous. Day after day, year after year, cycle after cycle, each has left its mark, as is observed in the remnants of them remaining today. They all come to a standstill. They are set never to change, by the power of their will. They can only imitate, reproduce or replace the old, but are unable to create, design and develop into anything new and better. If the time has come for the Transparent race to stand separate from the rest of humanity, to take hold of the reins, then the White race surely has lost its head or creative right. The White race will eventually come to a standstill, but it will retain and make use of all it has accomplished. As a race it will not venture into anything new, and there will be no chance for it to lose anything. In this way the White race will hold its own as long as nothing from the outside interferes, but never again will this race lead or create, as there is and always will be but one head, one God, who leads, creates, develops and designs new species of a higher order. -Gustav Volkmar. EXCERPTS FROM A LETTER TO THE MASTER We still hear "Dixie" singing in our ears. There is that certain something in this melody of "Dixie" which always brought people to their feet and quickens the heart. Only a few outside the old southerners have any idea of the inspiration "Dixie" gave during the Civil War. It is such living music that the National Band always played it at the White House concerts during the old days, when those grounds were for the public as well as the President. We still feel that the original thirteen colonies have their part to play and redeem their sacred trust. Going back in thought to the days of the Civil War we study the characters, tried and proven in the fiery furnace-Lee and Jackson. Of course there are many who differ as to their stand, but not one can find a flaw in the integrity or the purity of the conduct of these men during those appalling days, when the South stood alone, isolated, and had to give its best blood and suffer privation, hardly measurable to prove that "this union is indissoluble and holds in perpetuity the binding power of its obligation." General Lee deplored it all and said in a letter to his son, "Still, a union that can only be maintained by swords and bayonets and in which strife and civil war are to take the place of brotherly love and kindness, has no charm for me. I shall mourn for my country and for the welfare and progress of mankind. If the union is dissolved and the government disrupted, I shall return to my native state and share the miseries of my people and, save in defense, will draw my sword on none." Stratford was the place of his nativity, not many miles from Wakefield, the well-known birthplace of General Washington. Yes, George Washington was born on Bridges Creek near the "beautiful blue Potomac River," and a few miles away the President of "Monroe Doctrine" fame first saw the light on Mattox Creek. At Port Conway, President Madison was born on the Rappahannock River. Histories may say King George County, but then it was Westmoreland county. Stratford was an immense and quaint house, with the air of dignity and space which seem a heritage of southern homes as well as people. Here the Lees lived and entertained with bounteous hospitality-the brick stable had stalls for a hundred horses. The trees were majestic and breathed the spirit of another age. Out here in Southern California one misses the trees, their music produced by the breeze, and that stately bending and swaying in the winds. I would relate many an incident of the life of old Virginians whose noble nature would re mind us in these days of chaos that "it was not always thus." General Jackson was also born in Virginia. Because of his marvelous military operations he is especially associated with the Valley of Virginia. Nature is more than beautiful there, it is almost like a fairyland, the sparkling little rivers, and the light and shadow, create a most wonderful demonstration of the silent beauty of mineral and vegetation. Jackson was the embodiment of simplicity and integrity-"There stands Jackson like a stone wall," was symbolical of the character of the man. In these days of adversity my heart longs for the pure, simple characters of a people to whom was given this blessed country, and to cast aside this awful commercialism and lack of any consciousness, void of the meaning of life. After all has been said, we shall have to take up the Study of Man and his purpose here on earth before there can be an awakening sufficient to lead us to an understanding of life. When we look at what the Paris modistes have decreed as fashion and see how woman's clothes are fashioned, we exclaim: Oh! woman, how long do you intend to stay in bondage and hold back God's designs and the joy of conscious life? We are impressed with the "note of self" everywhere, and what Mazdaznan has done for me. We recall what the Master once said out here, referring to Brother Spurr, who remarked that, "It is not what Mazdaznan does for you, it is what you do for Mazdaznan." How true, if we are to become universal in application, "self" must be merged in the comprehension of "the whole," and thus create "the state of being at one"union. Yet such a state rests upon the foundation of, "Stand alone and mind thy own." How else can freedom come? The thought is ever present that the Federation of Nations shall be our gain. Peace shall reign on earth and all shall praise God. -Nellie Wheelwright. CLIPPINGS HOW TO LOSE YOUR FRIENDS Lend them money. Tell them their faults. Show them they're in the wrong. Beat them in an argument. Think of something before they do. Become more popular than they are. Ask them for a favor. Show a special interest in their friends. Return to them good for evil.-Life. More speed we need if we wish to succeed. |