SUPERSENSIBLE SELFHOOD

One evening I started out for the home of a friend who had promised to help me with a piece of work. I was weighed down with a sense of manifold duties and responsibilities. Never before in my life had I felt so heavy with fatigue. I needed the help, however, and this was the only time it could be given to me.

My friend was radiant, inspired with truths of Christian Science which had been unfolding to her thought. We spent a little while on the piece of work, and then the eagerly poured forth some of the spiritual ideas she had been contemplating. My consciousness was lifted into an understanding of spiritual Life, and all weariness dropped from me in a matter of moments.

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