The key within

The day I locked my keys in the car I thought a lot about keys. Not the kind of keys with which you get into cars and houses but the key to the harmony that prevailed that day. Why didn't I feel the slightest bit agitated or embarrassed? What enabled me to carry on productively with my work, assured that I would find easy access to my car before it was time to return home? And, finally, what made the parking attendant, who so adroitly opened the car for me later in the day, refuse a tip and tell me to "put it in the church collection"?

It was a feeling that things would work out well. It was intuition, faith, insight—capacities not supported by the material senses. Spiritual sense! That was the key to my happy day—to calm and joyful thoughts and delightful results. That key had opened my thought to harmony and closed it upon the judgment of a merely material sense of the situation—an estimate that, if heeded, could have aroused frustration and spoiled my day.

As the day progressed, the keys locked inside the car became symbolic of a fundamental fact: The key to the solution of every conceivable problem lies within consciousness, and that key is spiritual sense.

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