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Individual Progress

"We cannot lose anything by the Progress of the Soul." The soul's possessions are real and everlasting. The soul's expectations shall not be disappointed. There can hardly be a doubt in any mind that there is much more in existence than simply sleeping and waking and eating and drinking, and…
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Progression

Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen.For room to me, stars kept aside in their own rings.Before I was born out of my mother, generations guided me.My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.—Walt Whitman I want to take you with me today out into…
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Endless Progression: Its Retardation by Fear

Self-dependence in the pursuit of wisdom—this alone is growth. Whenever a man is in a position that entails the necessity of leaning on some external aid, he is a dying man; his tendency is downward; he is under the so-called law of gravitation. Knock the props from under him; then,…
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Progress

We do not always obtain our desires. We sometimes ask for a palace, and in return have to be content with a comfortable cottage. Yet it may be better the palace never came into our possession, and that the cottage did. Our wishes are so lofty, and our receipts so…
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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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The Progress of the Soul

The whole state of man, spiritual, mental, moral and physical is continually changing. He is either growing better or he is becoming worse. The changes may be slow or rapid, but they are none the less sure. But whatever the nature of the changes, to righteousness or to sin, towards…
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Loves Progress (Poem)

Each promise of the soul has new fruition,Though ofttimes hidden from our clouded gaze;Each seeming loss is but a changed condition,And Love fulfils itself in many ways. Our infinite hopes and fears alike unheeding,It looks to where the infinite unrolls;To sense of its divinity proceedingUpon the ladder of created souls.…
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The Obstacles to Progress

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are;Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.—Robert Browning Before attempting to give an outline of the laws of mental healing, it may be well to briefly consider some of the difficulties which are encountered, not only…
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