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High Noon

Because of what I am in being, I stand upright before God. Above me is the sun of righteousness, materiality is under my feet. I cast no shadow that can alarm or deceive me.

The night of sense-consciousness is past and I am awake to the light that can never be extinguished. In its rays matter is transparent to me and I see the soul-world which is molded and peopled by my thought. I know its nature and that it is subject unto me. I am no longer drawn by it but by the attraction of this sun, and I am held upright for my face is turned toward it, and not toward the ground.

I am poised, and though my feet are upon the ground I have found my wings which have been close-folded so long. I spread them wide and none of the assaults from the soul-world, none of the clamor and strife can overthrow my equilibrium, for they bear me up while the light is on my face.

I see no longer the likeness of my false ideal of man, I see instead the likeness of God. The distorted shadow has faded away and the real man is come to his own.

The heavens are opened unto me, I see and I hear that which dwells therein. I know my home and my wings will bear me there.

I hold my hands wide to help those brethren whose wings are not yet unfolded, because they are still weighted with that false consciousness that bows them toward the ground. I desire to help them to stand upright and turn their faces to the same sun, for I know that my home is also their home and that we have one Father.'

Even though my wide-spread wings and firmly planted feet form the cross of crucifixion, I will fear no evil for I know there is no evil to fear. Thou art with me, even through that which looks like death to those who are not standing under this sun where is no shadow.

Though I walk among them who see the shadow, that I may minister to these my brethren, I live in the light, I know only the light, with me it is always high noon.

And though darkness is over all the land when I finally lift my feet which have rested on the earth, and use only the wings which belong to the heaven, I know not this darkness for I am not of that land.

I am of the Father, I go to the Father. I came down from heaven that I might ascend up to it with my own wings. I read the riddle, there is no mystery, all is light.

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Ursula N. Gestefeld

  • Born April 22, 1845 and died in 1921 (burried at Graceland Cemetery, Chicago).
  • Involved in Christian Science
  • Most famous work is The Woman Who Dares.

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