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which she carried out her embassy; but at least we see today 
that Physical Science is at last penetrating to the spiritual 
basis of material phenomena. The work of Henry Poincare, 
Einstein, Whitehead, and Bertrand Russell is sufficient 
evidence of this fact. 
Christianity, too, has fallen into a lower degree of 
contempt than ever. Realising that it was moribund, it made 
a supreme and suicidal effort, and plunged into the 
death-spasm of the First World War. It was too far corrupt to 
react to the injections of the White formula which might have 
saved it. We see today that Christianity is more bigoted, 
further divorced from reality, than ever. In some countries it 
has again become a persecuting church. 
With horrid glee the adepts of the Black School looked on 
at these atrocious paroxysms. But it did more. It marshalled 
its forces quietly, and prepared to clean up the debris of the 
battlefields. It is at present (1924 e.v.) pledged to a supreme 
attempt 
to chase the manly races from their spiritual 
halidom. (The spasm still [1945 e.v.] continues; note well 
the pro-German screams of Anglican Bishops, and the 
intrigues of the Vatican.) 
The Black School has always worked insidiously, by 
treachery. We need then not be surprised by finding that its 
most notable representative was the renegade follower of 
Blavatsky, Annie Besant, and that she was charged by her 
Black Masters with the mission of persuading the world to 
accept for its Teacher a negroid Messiah. To make the 
humiliation more complete, a wretched creature was chosen 
who, to the most loathsome moral qualities, added the most 
fatuous imbecility. And then blew up! 
This, then, is the present state of the war of the Three 
Schools. We cannot suppose that humanity is so entirely base 
as to accept Krishnamurti; yet that such a scheme could ever 
have been conceived is a symptom of the almost hopeless 
decadence of the White School. l The Black adepts boast 
1. Note. This passage was written in 1924 e.v. The Master Therion arose and 
smote him. What seemed a menace is now hardly even a memory.