The True Creation

WHILE reading the article in the November Journal on "Man's True Relation to the Universe," I was deeply impressed with this sentence: "In individual consciousness the work of creation is constantly going on." I questioned where I was in consciousness in regard to this work of creation. I reflected on my lifelong yearning to know God; to be at rest from the perplexing questions that, in spite of a constant, earnest endeavor to be satisfied with the teachings of creeds and dogmas, would not be quieted. Then I realized that, in the midst of this chaos and night of mortal mind, divine Love had answered my prayers for Truth, conscious and unconscious, saying, "Let there be light." Musing still, I remembered that when this heavenly vision came to me, it brought with it such joy, such inspiration, such wholeness of body,—for I had from my earliest childhood been a sufferer from an inherited disease,—as caused me to see all things good.

Then came the descent from Pisgah's height, as I began to see that before I could enter into this glorious Sabbath that remaineth to the children of God, there must be a great work of destruction,—the casting out of false beliefs, the overcoming of error in its myriad manifestations. The night following that wonderful day of revelation was very dark, yet through the gloom there shone the star of understanding, faintly, it is true. Still I followed the gleam, as it guided my faltering footsteps, until from out the conflicting evidence of the senses and the struggles of captive thought, the dawn of a new day appeared. Like the seventy who returned to Jesus, declaring with astonishment that even devils were subject to them, I was gradually, with surprise, learning that I could speak to error with authority and prove its nothingness.

April 24, 1902

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