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Thought-Power

That low man seeks a little thing to do,—
Sees it and does it.
This high man with a great thing to pursue,
Dies 'ere he knows it.
—Robert Browning

Thoughts are electric currents from the human battery of the brain—invisible realities, as all the greatest realities are.

Thought-force is the nucleus of each spiritual organism, which remains a chaos or is transformed into a cosmos according as it is rightly or wrongly controlled, and which makes to itself a habitation for the sake of visibility. Later, when such a habitation is no longer necessary for the work, it is left to crumble to powder.

We must rigidly guard the treasures of our thought-house, which constitutes itself our "holy of holies."

Because we comprehend the sublime potency of thought, it behooves us to clarify and strengthen such powers, and learn to focus them aright.

"Waste" appears to be universal, but of all such the "waste" of our thought-force is the most reckless, and that for which we pay the dearest price. Because they are not directed into the right channel, or because they are diffused, our development is vigorously hindered. Hardly one amongst us but misuses his thought-force, and thus is less of a man than he would otherwise be, for concentration is the secret of attainment. Our thoughts should be well reined in and bound together for a set purpose. Most of us have yet to learn the art of focusing thought, in which art we would do well to emulate some of the Easterns.

As every stage of development necessitates effort, so universal development is retarded and rendered imperfect, backsliding perhaps being more the rule than the exception. A force always moves along the line of least resistance, and too often, alas! it is easier to slip back than to climb on.

Thus, only a few reach that stage of evolution, which can only be attained by the most searching self-analysis, self-discipline, and self-control. The glories of the spiritual life can only come to the strong, spiritual climber—O! to feel the subtle, magnetic thrill through the veins—flooding one's brain, when mind meets mind and the beauties of mental and spiritual kinship are realized: to feel the grandeur of freedom under the spell of the inspiring music of the running rills or the plashing of the waters against a rock: to be clear of lusts, when one is alone with Nature and Nature's God: to be great with joy after a good deed done: to gaze on the yellow stars floating in the deep wide dome of space and draw in their amplitude, strength, and infinitude: to approach

Days such as earth saw never,
Such as heaven stooped down to see.

All the great souls who have ever lived and suffered, strengthened day by day, and hour by hour, the fortifications of their individuality by thoughts of manliness, hope, and joy, until finally they rendered themselves well-nigh impregnable.

Repetition gives facility, and if we rigorously maintain the habit of abolishing every thought which is ignoble or wrong, replacing these by thoughts which are noble and right, we shall gradually draw ourselves up to higher and yet higher planes. Thoughts of envy, anger, morbidness, distrust, malice, are so many things sent out to anchor us to carnality and to the things from which we fain would flee—so many malignant poisons which sicken and kill the tender fabric of our psychic frame, eating their deadly way into the system, and sending us reeling into an unlovely grave.

Thoughts which are holy, generous, humane and altogether of good report are as wings bearing us upwards to the rarified kingdom of the free to which we aspire.

We cannot climb to the mountain peak without having climbed its slopes, and therefore need we not rebel at the slow ascent, nor if we have made blunders on the journey and we have. Let us face the light, get out of the shadow, and go on—not with despondency, but with hope of the future, and a virlle determination not to blunder I again.

Have you heard it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall—battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Get on to the heights again—feel the air skimming around and through you, bracing the brain, and invigorating the soul. To fail means that you have the capacity for success. We should measure a man, not by the depths to which he sinks, but by the heights to which he soars. "Let us feel that we are alive, not cringing, not creeping, but walking on our feet, erect, unflinching. Let us aid each other, and grow strong by each other's help."

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