A lady, with no other instructor than “Science and Health with Key to the
Scriptures,” has demonstrated beyond many who have taken numerous lessons.
Persuaded, through her reading, of the allness of God,—and the perfectness
of idea,—she would know nothing else. A daughter, so badly affected by
poison oak (ivy) that for weeks death was feared from blood-poisoning, had
recovered with a terrible dread of that plant. As the next season’s picnic
time drew near, she was regretting that she dared not go again. The
mother, with her new-born faith in the Science of being, said, “Certainly
you can go, for nothing can harm you.” Assured by these words, the
daughter went, and in her rambles fell into a mass of the dreaded plant;
but trusting to the word of Truth, she thought nothing of it till one who
knew of her previous trouble said, in her mother’s presence, “See, her
face is showing red already.” But the mother was prompt in denial and
assurance. Next morning, old symptoms were out in force, but they yielded
at once and finally to the positive and uncompromising hold on Truth.
Another daughter, that was thought too delicate to raise, from bronchial
and nervous troubles, always dosed with medicine and wrapped in flannels,
now runs free and well without either of these, winter and summer. The
mother was recently attacked by mesmerism from the church that believed
she was influencing her daughter to leave. She overcame by the same
unwavering trust in God, seeing Truth clearer than ever before. Her
demonstrations come through no form of treatment, but by letting the
Spirit bear witness,—by the positive recognition and realization of no
reality but ever-present good.
The other night her husband was attacked with an old belief, similar to
one that some time before had ended in a congestive chill which the doctor
thought very serious, and from which he had been a long time in
recovering. The wife simply recognized no reality in the belief, and,
seeing only perfect being, felt no fear. She did nothing,—no “treating” in
the usual sense. There is nothing to do but to understand that all is
harmony, always. He felt the presence that destroys the sense of evil, and
next morning—there was nothing left to recover from.
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