now always in spirit. It is some wonderful thing I have discovered. My sub-conscious mind has found its way to yours."
Then as I went outside on to the verandah I found myself taking the attitude of a figure in one of my pictures—the figure of one of the disciples listening to Christ—and while my eyes looked far away to the mountains in the distance—all hazy in the morning mist—I heard the same voice saying:
"It's some great discovery—the whole world will soon be telepathic. Tina Malone, I see you standing there against the wall and you and I can always be together in spirit now, dear, and not only you and I but all the world together."
Out of the distance that voice—faint and far away.
Whose was it?
I stood there and a beautiful feeling of wonder came over me.
Was it true then? Was the Brotherhood of Man really coming? Were we all to be linked together in a chain one to another all the world over?
This threw over me a feeling of gentleness and love.
No one knew.
All alone I stood there while this wonderful secret of the occult world came over me.
All alone I stood and the anger at that inner life of mine—that life which I had always known as my own precious kingdom—the anger I had felt at its being so ruthlessly and cruelly rifled and torn from me in the last few months—left me to the peace of this wonder.
But not for long.
Again came the worrying taunting voices. Again came the consciousness pressed hard into mine. Again came my agonised cry to them to have pity on me and to leave me.
Again came my letters to Tony telling him of my trouble. By this time my memory became so bad that I had to take copies of every letter I wrote, not remembering from one day to the next what I had said. Then came voices saying: "This is to put down psycho-analysis! It is since psycho-analysis has come in that these indecencies have come about."
No use to run away from them. They followed me wherever I went.
So I went home again.
I was still under this hateful influence—incessant voices telling me to do first this, then that, dinning advice and comments into my ears till my own brain was muddled and confused, my nerves were racked—this influence which, for the past months had cost me so much—the sympathy and understanding of my own people, unprepared meals, inability
