Letters September 12, 1903 Issue

Letters to Mrs. Eddy

with contributions from JAMES J. ROME, WILLIAM BRADFORD DICKSON

19 Norway Street, Boston, Mass., August 5, 1903.

Dear Leader and Guide:—I have often had a desire to tell you of some thoughts that once came to me in the night when mortal sense seemed to be asleep. There was something in the conversation we had a few weeks ago that awakened them afresh and enabled me to see more truth and beauty in them.

I thought I was in a large, beautiful building, a place that reminded me of a part of the Crystal Palace in London. Everything seemed very pleasant until some one told me that I was doomed to stay there all my life without any hope of change or escape. Shortly, however, another told me that there was one way out, but it was so dangerous that no one would think of trying it. On asking where it was, I was shown a narrow door. I went to it and was able to open it, but when I passed out all I found was a flight of slippery-looking steps leading to the edge of a large marsh or bog, filled with loathsome reptiles; on the other side was a hill over which ran a path. To reach that hill meant deliverance, but how to reach it was the question. As I looked a little longer and closer, I was able to discern a line of footprints; following them with my eyes I soon espied a female figure, about two thirds of the way across, stepping in the footprints as they had been left by one other, but he had gone up the hill and around a turn out of my range of sight. It is unnecessary to say who I thought those two were. Now if only I could put my feet exactly in these steps, I too could gain my freedom and help to show others the way. I determined to do so to the best of my ability, and have been striving so to do for the last twelve years. I have gained a few steps and would not, could not, go back, and "beyond the hill-crest" is home.

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