silt within you. Some of these ideas will seem incredible, perhaps; but, because your soul has heard them before, on the threshold of aprevious eternity, you will believe me, no matter how rude my blowsagainst your present mental state.I ask first of all for your attention.If you listen to me as you would a teacher or an artiste who is only a man with talent, your willingness to remember and understand will be sufficient. But, if you wish the inner sanctuary to open to thesounds of divine harmonies, then more than a mental attitude isrequired. It is your heart that you must give. Come to him who isspeaking, no matter how unworthy he is, as to the voice of your ownconscience. You and he are coupled forces ; let your ascendant wishesand his descending effort join, let them reunite, let them fusetogether so that, from their union, a spiritual child be born. Anyhow, if I am here at all, it is because you have called me here.The present minute is always the result of countless unknown yearnings. Although your mind may not remember it, your heart hascried out on a night of intellectual or moral distress ; and thereflection of that cry remains printed on the faces of many amongst you. You were anxious ; the ideal inside you has been looking for theideal outside you ; and, as any wish acts by itself and finally creates its own satisfaction, your wish, after many voyages into theinvisible, many hardships, many disappointments, has finally broughtus together, you and me.Often you have been overwhelmed with fatigue, disheartened withoutreason. It was the anxious search of your mind among those seething worlds spreading beyond imagination into the hidden yonder, where weare only dust. Well ! the common wish of Heaven, which has brought us together, will make me intelligible to you if it is really about Heaven that Iam talking. But if you yearn for God and I try to steer you towardsthe Eden of occultism or esoterism, then we will not understand eachother. Also — and this is the stumbling block on which our mutualemotions may clash — if I talk to you about the Father, the Son, theSpirit, as the deep Light within yourselves very well knows They are, whereas your ego, your intelligence, your will hunger only for the « wonderful » and not the « divine », then my wish and yours, runningalong different paths, will not meet, neither will they bear fruit. What I ask from you then is to be simple. For one hour every week,one short hour, become simple again. When returning to this room, theatmosphere of which is still alive with the fluttering of angels' wings, let your hearts recover the artlessness of childhood. Forget what you are and what you have been. Scientists, forget your sciences; philosophers, forget your many wisdoms ; all of you, forget your vices, for all of us, we are, we may have been or we may becomecriminals.