By Ruth Mary Tristram

He was an 18-year old English schoolboy. He drowned in the north Atlantic in 1943. He was returning home to England from America. The convoy of ships in which he was a passenger was sunk by enemy action in April of that year.

His mother, Ruth Tristram, was a “sensitive” from birth. Another son, Lancelot, had died at an early age. She had been in communication with him for several years at the time of Christopher’s death. There was shock and loss, of course, but no grief. The necessary work of Samuel, the Angel of Death, held no terrors for her. Death is a change, not an end. So Mrs. Tristram was not surprised when, during a quiet time only one month after receiving word from her government that the boy’s ship was “greatly overdue”, she felt her son’s consciousness blending with hers. It was June 3, 1943.

“Yes, I am here, Mummy darling. I am being instructed in my new life. I was afraid of death but I was glad when it was over, and I had to be in a place of quiet for a long time till I lost my fears – I am longing to be with you again and Dad and be at home. It is funny to be like this not able to make you hear when I speak to you, and all my plans of going into Dad’s regiment are upset, but I suppose they will let me help a bit even here. I have guides who are helping me to find my way about. It is all very confusing at first, because you see I never thought of coming into this funny sort of life. . . I thought if I died I should be floating about in the clouds somewhere, but I am in quite a solid sort of life only you can’t see it yet, but quite real. I will tell you more about it next time, but they say I must go now. I don’t know who my guides are but they are very nice to me and help me all the time. Goodnight, Mum, from Chris.”

Young, eager to live and learn, and to take his part in the great war, Chris soon became an Invisible Helper. Because he had known fear in the sinking of his ship, and his drowning, he could sympathize with the soldiers of both sides. He rapidly learned to choose healing colors with his active mind, and to direct these healing rays into the auras of soldiers who were obsessed by fear. He worked with those in the flesh and with those who came out of shattered bodies with shattered minds and emotions.

In two years of earth time Christopher had progressed so well in his work as a Color Ray Healer that his Teachers decided to send him outside the solar system for advanced training. Lancelot broke the news to their on Easter Sunday, April 1, 1945.

“Mum, darling, I am going to be more with you now as Chris will be away and helping about with other cases and all that. Chris tells me he was giving treatment to several, and I can go on about it on the same lines as he did. Chris is joining a Stellar Radiance Course which will teach him complete control over ray products here and give him possibilities of higher development than he could be remaining here (on earth). . . You can count on me twice a week, Mum darling, and I’ll come Saturdays and Wednesdays like Chris used to, shall I?. . .”

THE VOYAGE INTO SPACE

He was gone almost two months of earth time and made a surprise visit to his mother on May 27th: “You thought I was Lance, but I am Chris! I am coming overland so got home before Lance thought, and glad to be back, but had no end of a good time. Darling, it’s great to be home with you again and I did so enjoy our flowery walk, though you kept thinking I was Lance! Can we have time for a good talk or are you busy? Okay.

“Now for a description of the starry skies! All I could do was gasp with wonder at first, but it was all natural after all, and nothing conflicts with ideas from our planet if we take it all as One God! I am much grown in spirit as a result of the marvels of the Universe, and feel greatly better for it all. Can you visualize the meaning of God indwelling Humanity? That is shown in other forms in the far distant stars, and He is creating and indwelling all. I was lost in wonder at His Great Love.

“Let me tell you a bit of the lighter side of our journey. We were lifted by our combined wishes into a current of ray-force to assist our efforts to leave the planetary system to which we belong. All spirits belong to their own planet until perfected, and it needs great desire to leave our sun’s control; so this current was set in the direction needed by our part by one of the higher controllers of our planet. I must mention my companions who were all from earth and mostly new to stellar space. I was one of the youngest in the band.

“Our commander was a grand spirit, with years of experience and full of longing for the earth’s enlightenment. Cushna knows him well. His name on earth was —. Oh no; you can’t quite get it, C—. How queer I can’t get it into your mind but you ought to know him. Charles Wesley, that’s more like it. Only you haven’t spelt it right, have you?

Later: “. . . Now, Mumsie, have we time for a description of a glory of color you can’t conceive? We gathered speed on the current I spoke of before, till planets looked dim in the distance, and a star came nearer and nearer, showing as a great green ball then paler and bluer until left behind too. After what seemed hours (but time is unintelligible there) we closed in on our destination, the star Sirius. Rays of glory penetrated our auras, and protecting hoods were pulled around our minds. Colors, Oh such colors. I have no words for the glory of them. Sirius is a home of radiant spirits who have evolved from many planets into perfection of love and beauty. God’s Presence was so near I fell on my face in worship. Oh Mumsie, I can’t describe it, only a fraction can be absorbed by your dear mind. Clear radiance all around. We were supported by our Leader and told to try to see – after a time we got accustomed to the glory of spirits we saw. I can’t explain what we were taught; it is too far from human words; but it has made me grow in spirit as I never before could have thought of.

“Clear shining hills of jewel colors, green mantle of soft light, glory of brilliant focus points of blazing light. Colors you can’t get near in mind at all. God in all His Beauty. Oh, Mumsie, I have been far and learned much. Some day you will know; more I cannot describe.”

TOUR OF THE SATELLITES

The next day, or night, May 28, 1945, Chris returned again to tell his mother more of the interstellar trip, but still within our own Zodiac, the 15th Path, to Chokmah on the Tree of Life.

“. . . After leaving Sirius we toured some of the satellites around that great home of light. After Sirius they seemed so insignificant and shone with only his reflected light. I saw many forms of life on them all and curious some of them were too, indescribable in human words. Quaint living beings without any resemblance to earth forms – so little that any words I might use would give a false impression. They, the satellites, circulate around Sirius as our planets around our sun, so they have day and night much as we on earth. Clouds were rare as few had any moisture or air as we know it. All have life but our scientists can’t get the idea of airless life, yet most other planets are airless. May I stop and think it out a bit.”

“I meant to tell you more about our crossing but decided it is too difficult to describe. I cannot get words, but you imagine a glory of self-luminous world is far beyond that of planets lighted by external rays. Silver-blue and amethyst are the only human colors I can name. No, there was green in many shades. I cannot describe contour, for there was no form as we know it. All was harmonious movement, a blending and forming to be swiftly changed at the volition of Beings whose home it was, unutterably beautiful. Beyond this a further depth I could not fathom in mind.” (Here, at Sirius apparently, the 2nd Sephirah on the Tree of Life, Christopher got a glimpse of that 11th Path leading to an even higher state of consciousness, Kether, the Crown of the Tree of Life. This is the Great Central Stillness of our Milky Way galaxy.) “I can’t express it, Mumsie darling, it goes too far beyond words. We absorbed as much as we were individually capable of, and our guide gave us further directions to remove protective cloaks as we fell out of light into comparative dimness – on to the satellites in turns.

FROM WHOM ALL BLESSINGS FLOW

“Night on one of these. Queer beings bending in tribute to God. All absorbed in praising Him from Whom they came. Not beautiful to earth thought of beauty. Impossible to describe. Lance might draw them, but it wouldn’t convey the reality. Grotesque, I thought, but their minds had Love in them. Life was there in many forms but all completely alien to ours on earth. Our guide explained that all were within the aura of Sirius and therefore attuned to high vibrations we have no conception of on earth.

“Each star has a different vibration of its aura and those within this are in bodies attuned to this. Can we go on a little? I wondered so much at all I saw that I failed to take in some of the teaching, so had to stay behind on one satellite and miss out the next. My guide said it was not so important. Have you done higher mathematics? It was something like grasping the calculus before one has learned one’s numbers. I just had to go back to learn a bit before I could go on. Now I think you had better stop and go to bed. I can see your mind is tired. Tomorrow sometime? Righto.”

May 31st. “Your cat is so affectionate. I can see his little mind working in love for you and Dad. Yes, I think we can manage without turning him off.

“I want to try and focus your mind on another aspect of my tour – that of taking Radiance back to Earth. We were not only learning, but helping conditions here by collecting Radiance in our minds to distribute here at home. You can’t understand how this is done, but it follows as a matter of course on our attaining a certain stage of development.

“The swift flowing current carried us on our return, but we made a stop at Orion where a few joined us who had not been with us so far. Orion is a peaceful star of great power; it is controlled by overseers of star systems who give out far reaching influence through the surrounding universe. Blue is the prevailing color and overwhelming forces are in the blue rays which proceed from it. Very scientific they seem to be there with knowledge unobtainable by us. I was scarcely able to breathe there with so much wisdom all over the place. Orion came out of creation long before our sun was born – we’ll go on later, darling. . . Gorgeous colors of thought penetration all over Orion and marvelous kaleidoscopic patterns of intricate design. I have said blue was the prevailing color, but other colors were there which you don’t know. Human words aren’t much use after leaving earth so I can’t attempt descriptions. Our way home was interspersed with smaller stars all of great beauty; and some over, some under the radiance of our sun. I am glad to have seen it all, although I can’t explain to you as I should like to.”

VAST MECHANISMS REACH OUT TO OTHER STARS

June 3rd, 1945. “Can we go over to Orion for a few minutes? I am hoping to give you some idea of the dimensions of a visible part of the globe of marvelous creations. You keep thinking of clear blue, but that is not the color at all. Blue of an opaque turquoise shading into green or white in parts, all illuminated by light given out in bands of color from within. A million bodies the size of earth would scarcely reach the circumference stretched into a line. All beings are very high, and gifted with extraordinary intelligence, which makes our earth minds seem babyish indeed. Only kindness makes them receive us with gracious hospitality, and explain their vast mechanism reaching far out to other stars. I was, of course, too small to begin to understand, but understood that help to others was the purpose of it all. . .”

Excerpt from Letters From Christopher