through his temple's ivory walls, to envelop his devotees with resistless magistrum.

The Apostle wrote to the Angel of the Church of Pergamos, mentioning the truly victorious God, whom the Pergamites were adoring in the golden temple as Jupiter the Mighty. They wrote to the Angel in the Church of Pergamos, the Joyous God, whom the Pergamites were wooing in the shining temple as Bacchus the delectable. To the Angel of Pergamos, the city of splendid temples built of shittim wood and ivory, sandalwood and ebony, the Apostles of the Lord Christ of the one God wrote glowing letters.

Not to the people did they write, but to the Angel of the people. Herein is great light on the mystical ministry of the Messiah Christ. As he blessed his disciples as an angelic host, and thus made of them the transcendent among mankind, so all those who regard their neighbors as angelic host, above their seeming selves, imbue their neighbors with immuneness to disease, and hurting powers, and death, turning them to adoration of the High Redeemer.

The mystical books of the oracles could be found in Pergamos of old. To this day the subtle aromas of the books of the oracles are sending athwart receptive brain films their New Age wisdoms. For though the scrolls of high teaching be outwardly burned, their secret messages go ever stealing forth.

Though the Caliph Omar destroyed the scrolls of Pergamos and Alexandria, yet the writings on the scrolls are still whispering across our mystic brain films. Let us hearken for the high teachings with which the inner airs are charged. "The value of all the scrolls is in the Koran," shouted the Caliph Omar. And so it is.