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The pink diamond ring
One night I noticed my two-year-old having a dream. She was moving a bit and mumbled something. "What?" I asked. "Pink diamond," she replied. "Pink diamond ring!" I laughed, sat her up to wake her, and told her I'd buy her a pink ring someday. "I already have one!" she said, pointing to her finger. Not until she was fully awake did she realize that there was no ring, nor had she ever had one on her finger.
The textbook of Christian Science, Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy, explains: "Mortal existence is a dream of pain and pleasure in matter, a dream of sin, sickness, and death; and it is like the dream we have in sleep, in which every one recognizes his condition to be wholly a state of mind. In both the waking and the sleeping dream, the dreamer thinks that his body is material and the suffering is in that body" (p. 188).
In the sleeping dream, the pink diamond seemed very real and substantial. In the waking dream, the body, its conditions and all the things around us seem very material. Yet in both dream states, all things are entirely mental, and therefore our thought is the determining factor of our experience. The more spiritual and pure our thought, the better our experience.
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May 15, 1995 issue
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Hunger for health
Barbara Jean White
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Rescue is always at hand
William G. Stephens
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Rediscovering the Bible
by Kim Shippey
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The pink diamond ring
Patti May Cangiano
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Knowing true love for what it is—spiritual!
Written for the Sentinel
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Have you met any VIPs?
Myrtle Smyth
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Religious freedom—always to be "demanded and cherished"
William E. Moody
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Your response to the Simpson trial—why it counts
Mary Metzner Trammell
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One day in September 1992, a cousin's wife ran to my house...
Kephas Obiero Rodo with contributions from Margaret Songa
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Christian Science came to our family when my grandmother...
Dana A. Nesbitt