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Existing Conditions and the Divine Ideal

The Epoch —and—The Light of Reason Founded by James Allen, 1902Editor Mrs. James Allen Vol. XX. January 1918 No. 1   Perhaps never before in the history of the world have existing conditions been further removed from the Divine Ideal. The Nations of the world who have professed to be…
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A Dew Year’s Wish (Poem)

Days that are gone by like tender falling leaves, Time’s harvest gathered in golden sheaves,This is what I wish you. Days that are here filled full with joy and love, Peace and goodwill, and blessings from above,This is what I wish you. Days still to come be long and fair…
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Life’s Inspirations

Life's Inspirations By Lily L. Allen We very much regret that this book has been delayed so long. Our readers and friends who have ordered the book for Christmas Presents will, however, I am sure, remember the times we are living in, and how we can never be quite sure what…
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L'Envoi (Poem)

Well—were it not a pleasant thingTo fall asleep with all one’s friends;To pass with all our social tiesTo silence from the paths of men;And every hundred years to riseAnd learn the world, and sleep again;To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars,And wake on science grown to more,On secrets of the…
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How I Found the King

(Reprinted, at the request of a reader, from Vol. I. of "The Light of Reason") Slowly I toiled upward, for the way was steep, and the hot sun poured upon my head by day, and the damp, chilly dews, of the night clung to my garments, making them cold and…
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Tomorrow and Today (Poem)

In the dark land of TomorrowI dwelt with pain and sorrow,And I sighed for joys and blessings that escaped me as I ran;And the darkness gathered round me, For the morrow ever found meLiving in "what I ought to do," and not in what I can. And I sought for…
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A Harvest Festival at the Front

Probably one of the strangest harvest festivals of this strange old world was held last Sunday in a sequestered hamlet at the Front. The Church was a portable "Nissen" hut, the congregation a dozen Tommies and five officers, the music supplied by a "tinny" piano borrowed from an old chateau.…
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Surveys and Reflections

The Joy of the "Chosen People." It would be impossible to send out this Epoch and Light of Reason without sounding a note of real and intense joy over the happenings of the last few days. When we read that the Holy City was in the hands of the British,…
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Success in Business

The idea that prevailed at one time among business people that to be strictly honest in business meant failure, was born of ignorance. It was thought that if a business man told the absolute truth his competitor who told—"pleasant lies" would get the better of him and take all the…
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The Better Way (Poem)

My heart spake unto me and said,—"Resent the cruel shafts hatred hath hurled against thee.Fling back again with withering scornThe scathing taunt, the shameful words sent forth to wound and tear thy heart;Stand firm upon thy inward sense of justice, and do thou scorn the scorner;Meet bitterness with bitterness, clash…
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The End of a Perfect Day (Poem)

Sundown and Afterglow!And lovely vesper star;That seems to beckon sojourners belowOn to the Land afar,Beyond the heat and burden of the day,Into that City blest,Where the salt tear-drop shall be wiped away,The tired heart rest. Sundown and Afterglow!And then a night of stars:Like spirits that escaped, awhile ago,Time's prison bars;But…
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The Editor’s Letter Box

My dear Readers, You have decided that The Letter Box must be continued. Very good! I had written the article on Meditation before it was quite decided whether this part of the Magazine should be continued or not, otherwise, as those articles are in reality answers to letters, they would…
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Meditation

There is a very earnest desire on the part of some of my readers to practice Meditation, and they are wishful that I should help them to begin. Well, I can but tell you how I began, for as I have often said before, experience is far more valuable than…
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Love’s Recompense (Poem)

  Be not afraid to give—Your heart's best, and your all.Give, and still give.Though life withdrawThe source from whenceYour love was born, And leave you, sad, alone. Give still, and with thy givingPray,—and on thy heartAs prayer ascendsA power shall comeAnd strengthen thee,And love at lastWith richness shall thee bless.
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Active Service Thoughts

  IV"The Forgotten Sentry" The trenches of the line on Christmas Eve—A sentry watching at a lonely postThrough cold dark night, in trench waist-high in mud,Is thinking of past years—of joy now lost.He paces slowly on his lonely way,Engrossed in Christmas reverie—The children’s festival—once joyous daySo full of blithesome memoryOf…
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Extract from a Solder's Diary

(By permission) A man who believes in the Supreme Being will do either of two things. He will make God in his own image (that is to say his conception of God will be like himself), or he will strive to make himself in the image of his God. One attitude…
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Review

Private Dowding. With Notes by W. T. P. Published by J. M. Watkins, 21, Cecil Court, Charing Cross, London, W. C. Perhaps few things have been more remarkable in these years of war, than the great acceleration and development of interest in the Unseen, and of curiosity regarding after death…
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