we go on from day to day, and step by step, feeding our soul
on the luscious fruit of the outward senses, until the rank
weeds of sefishness{sic} have choked out all other forces.
Thus the soul is filled with thought images that assume the form
of vicious animals, homely visaged fowls, rabid and snarling
cats and dogs, leprous and virile serpents, cankerous lizards,
slimy intestine worms, hairy and malicious insects.
They are generated by greed, envy, jealousy, covetousness, backbiting,
amorous longings and other impure thoughts. With the soul filled
with this conglomeration of virus and filth, why doubt a hell and its
counterpart condition, or expect the day or night to bring happiness?
If evil thoughts will infest the soul with ravenous microbes,
good thoughts and deeds will starve and suppress their activity,
and create a heaven to supplant them. With this grand and eternal
truth in view, man should ever think kindly of those about him,
control his temper in word and action, seek his own, think the best
of thoughts, study to relieve the worthy poor, seek solace in the depth
of being, and let gentleness and meekness characterize his life.
Then will he sow the seeds of a present and future heaven.
His day thoughts and his night thoughts in harmony will point
with unerring forecast to a peaceful end. Spiritual and helpful
warnings will fall upon the dream mind, as gently as dew upon
the flowers and as softly as a mother's kiss upon the lips of love.
When our external lives are guided by the forces within,
sweet are the words and messages from our own spirit;
for those who are truly blessed are those who seek divine love
through the channels of their inner world of consciousness.