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Substantial Comfort (Part 4)

Sweet, spiritual, soul-strengthening thoughts are born of bitterest sorrow. "Behold from pain beauty may rise to charm the soul to joy," which joy is cheap at any price. Yes, I take the spoiling of my happiness joyfully for the gain of such blessedness, the blessedness of feeling that God is my home, and I am His home wherein we dwell together as one. I will take my bitters, then, cheerfully, knowing from experience the sweets by which they will be followed. I begin to believe that the advent of every trial leads to the fulfillment of some long entertained desire. What if the sorrow more pressing should help me to get rid of this selfish little personality, and lose it entirely in universal Being? I plainly see that the great source of sorrow is selfishness, and selfishness is the characteristic of our little personality; could we but forget that, much of our suffering would cease. How can this be accomplished? I think only by realizing Universal Being, that God is manifesting as every personality, that I am alive with God, alight with God, and recognizing this, my little personality fades away. Universal Being makes the statement, "I am thyself," shows me the truth thereof, and enables me to make practical use of the same. Universal Being issues the mandate, "Be ye perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect." A perfect man, because a God-incarnate man; as such I am master of everything, and stave off nothing. I have power to transmute the basest metal into gold, turn crosses into, crowns, pain into pleasure, mourning into joy, sorrow and sighing shall flee away, there shall be no more night, nothing but one resplendent day, for hath not Universal Being universal sway? There can be nothing separate from Universal Being. Thank God, those who are not conscious of it are not separate from it in fact, only in imagination, for as an ancient writer has said, "it sleeps in the crystal, breathes in the vegetable, dreams in the animal, and comes to consciousness in man." There is nothing hid from the light thereof, nothing hid from the love thereof; surely this is a joy that will overbalance every sorrow, and relieve us from all anxiety concerning others and ourselves.

Strong is the soul, and wise and beautiful;
The seeds of good-like power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes if we will.
—Matthew Arnold

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