Evil one, be cast out!

Queen Elizabeth leads Queen Mary to Lord Kitchener's side. 

As he is about to ask her some questions and tell her about his experiences in the astral, he refrains, for her face suddenly goes pale and her eyes widen. 

Lord Kitchener turns and looks around. 

The room is in tense silence. 

What meets Lord Kitchener's eyes causes a little tremor to pass through him. 

There is a tall being standing in the doorway. 

Her hair, mixed with grey and gold, straggles about her. 

Her eyes stare wide. 

She is uncertain―her hands twitch as they clasp and unclasp. 

She looks around the room in a shifty, disturbing, yet pitiful manner. 

Her gown of faded blue hang in rags and tatters. 

Her feet are sandalled. 

Her face is ash-grey―it hurts to look upon it, and yet in her strange wild face is sensitive beauty.

Lord Kitchener takes a step towards her―pity makes him―

He holds out his hand to her as she sways. 

But Queen Mary touches his arm—

Wait, she says, in a tense, low voice. 

The woman holds out her arms. 

Queen Mary steps forward. 

What do you want? she asks clearly.

The woman smiles queerly. 

Have you seen my little boy?

Queen Mary shakes her head slowly―no, she replies.

The woman gives a sob. 

I—I have looked everywhere.

Queen Mary steps nearer. 

What does your little boy look like?

The woman stands still. 

For some time her face is practically blank. 

Then she smiles―a smile, which lights her whole face.

He is a very pretty little boy with golden hair and blue—blue eyes. 

I used to tell him they were like the faraway skies. 

She pauses―

So loving, too, just a dear little boy, but he is not here?

She looks about again. 

Despair comes into her piteous face. 

Queen Mary steps forward. 

Your little boy is not here, but how did you get in?

The woman moans―

Oh, I go everywhere to find my little son—he is all I have—I am so lonely. 

She steps forward. 

Queen Mary reaches her side. 

You poor, lost soul.

The woman sighs. 

No, no, I am not lost, just my little boy, and I cannot find him.

Queen Mary holds her close. 

We shall find him.

She draws the woman into her arms. 

She utters these words―

Evil one, be cast out!

The woman utters a cry at her words. 

I am dying—all is dark, she exclaims.

Queen Mary holds the woman. 

Yes, you evil one, your wickedness is dead. 

This soul is free. 

The woman becomes suddenly limp and sinks forward. 

Queen Mary holds her up. 

Two men enter the room and carry the woman out. 

Queen Mary says―

Take her to my home. 

She stands a moment silent and motionless―the colour leaves her face, even to her lips. 

She exclaims―

Go, you evil one―learn the goodness of God.

Lord Kitchener sees a shadowy form slink away from the woman―the colour rushes into her face. 

Queen Mary turns to him, saying―

Dear Friend, a worthy mission takes me away. 

Queen Elizabeth says to him―

That woman was obsessed. 

Mary ordered the evil one away―now the woman will recover her own mind and her soul will come into her astral body.

The Message—Lord Kitchener Lives (received by Ala Mana), Volume I, Grafton Publishing Corporation, California, 1922