A few years ago, while I was browsing through a bookstore looking...

A few years ago, while I was browsing through a bookstore looking at the latest arrivals, I noticed four or five on the subjects of higher consciousness, meditation, and astrology. For a moment I just stood there, overcome with gratitude that I no longer looked at such books for possible answers to the question closest to my heart, "What is life all about?"

For a good ten years I had searched organized and unorganized religions for answers. It was my primary concern to find the truth of being. Nothing else was important. But each time I came to a dead end—the religion was not perfect or complete. Sometimes I wasn't sure why I rejected a particular religion or philosophy. I even tried to put concepts together piecemeal, but that didn't work either. I finally reached a point where I thought I wouldn't find a road to my answer, at least not at this stage of existence. It seemed I had exhausted all sources, including eastern religions, astrology, yoga, drugs, and others.

Five years ago, a friend and I took a cross-country trip looking for a new area to live. For the first time in many years, this friend started to read her copies of the Bible and Science and Health by Mrs. Eddy. (I had once strolled by a Christian Science Reading Room and assumed this Science to be just another Christian religion, like all the others I had rejected early in my search.)

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