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To Our Readers & Friends

We shall be pleased to receive any of our Readers at Bryngoleu as paying guests. You could not choose a more beautiful place in which to spend a holiday than Ilfracombe. For the sea lover, its rugged and sublime coast line, its magnificent rocks and towering cliffs, its far-extending views,…
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Editorial

The Light of ReasonSeptember 1905Published MonthlyEdited by James Allen Vol. VII. September 1st, 1905 No. 9 We have recently received two money orders, one from Ceylon, the other from India, without any accompanying letters to indicate who sent them or for what purpose they were sent. Will the senders of…
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The Great Reconciliation

A child had been playing with a ball, one half of which was red, while the other half was colored green. Two visitors sat opposite each other, and conversed across a table on which the hall rested. One saw only the red portion of the ball, the other saw only…
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Reverence (Poem)

Sweet Reverence! How fair art thou! How linked with majesty thy grace! How noble thine expansive brow! And how divine thy speaking face! Friends of long standing now are we, Yet still with awe thou canst me thrill; Nor would I solve thy mystery Which baffles but attracts me still.…
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Recreation

The provision, which from time immemorial to the present day, all states and religions have always made for the observance of national and religious holidays, establishes beyond doubt the necessity for a certain amount of leisure and recreation if the welfare of nations and consequently of individuals is to be…
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On Quiet

Few conditions are more helpful to culture than that of quiet. It is only when the loud and insistent voices of the world are hushed that we are fully conscious of the higher vibrations which are ever ready to appeal to our innermost depths, but must be listened for, so…
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Life (Poem)

Into the vista of “What might have been" Another day has passed, and with it all The deeds undone, the harsh unkindly words, The actions whose sole motives were for “self,” The thoughts unguarded, wherein crept the beast, Are past and gone—into the “Might have been." What opportunities for doing…
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In Progressing, Our Mind Modifies Its Ideas

Translated from the French of Lamennais Truth grows, broadens ceaselessly, for in itself it is infinite. Like a divine stream, it flows from its eternal principle, waters and fertilizes the furthest depths of the universe, quenching the searching minds that are carried on its divine waves and, in its invariable…
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Discipline

There is nothing so important in the raising of a child as discipline. A child must be taught obedience, or it will bring reproach upon its parents, and sorrow to itself. Better be a little severe in the beginning, if need be, and bring the child into a state of…
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God and Mammon

It is often said of certain persons that they are trying "to make the most of both worlds,” which implies that these persons although not at all vile or depraved, are somewhat epicurean in their tastes, and whilst aspiring to a purer and nobler life hereafter, still seek pleasure and…
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Reality

lf life is to be real it must be emancipated from every sort of slavery to self and evil, and if the multitude of outward things are not what they seem, how shall we escape from the chains which bind us to the unreal and the untrue? Divine Wisdom says:…
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Aspiration

Aspiration emerges from mere desire when the wish is for the ennoblement of character and not for material gain. When the clog of selfishness lifts before at vision of nobleness, it reveals the permanent and transient, the gold and the dross. After the pursuance of many objects, after the striving…
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Spiritual Sight

The gift of the Spirit is the reward of the persistent searcher after truth. After many trials, many disappointments, and many defeats he renounces all personal desires, and at that time he finds all that he has sought for. Then he is pervaded with a happiness that does not depend…
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Faded Flowers (Poem)

A simple gift of half dead flowers,As though the giver’s pleading eyes would say,Let me of Life's Eternal Waters drink.And l shall look with gladness on the day;Once more my fading eyes shall see the light,My pale lips take a deeper, warmer hue,My wan cheeks find the roundness they have…
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The Silent Message

Jeanie was tired—so tired; lonely, oh ! so lonely. Drawing a chair to the open window she sat down, wearily. Like a storm-tossed ship her soul was laboring heavily—ploughing silently through the swell of some great emotion-unfathomable. She tried to understand, but failed, and soon her thoughts were merged in…
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A Haven of Peace

Amid the hurry and bustle of ordinary life, many a soul is yearning for a taste of the condition implied by the above heading. In this world there are numerous separate interests. Each one seems to have a claim upon us as we come in its way, and verily some…
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Memories (Poem)

I prayed to God to lake the burden from me, The burning memory of my illspent years, That sins and errors might be all forgotten, That I might not remember all my fears. Oh foolish prayer! Thank God it was not answered; For surely all my sins were steps to…
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Our Groups and Their Work

North London Group—Meeting on July 15th. The speaker for the evening was prevented from coming to address us. However, two excellent articles from the June number of "Mind" were read, and a lengthy discussion helped us to assimilate the truths expressed by the writers. Children's Outing, July 22nd. The following…
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