As the building is complete in the mind of the architect before it appears outwardly, so the divine innermost is already perfect, waiting for me to bring it into the external. I am well, because the spiritual is the real, even if it be not yet outwardly manifest. How shall I actualize the inward ideal? By thought concentration upon it, and by identifying the conscious ego with it. I am spirit, not matter. I am whole, despite outer appearances. The real ego being perfect, I am potentially sound in mind and body. The spirit of wholeness is in contact with every fiber and tissue of my organism. In God's strength I affirm that my (naming seemingly diseased parts or members) are already well, strong, and beautiful. The spiritual body of correspondence is divinely complete, and that is the I. I bolt the door of thought against every mental picture of imperfection and disorder. I hold only the perfect, and affirm nothing less. I also claim entire supremacy over intellect and memory. I will forget the evil and remember the good. I am whole, mentally and physically.