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Lifting The Veil
Lifting The Veil
Lifting The Veil
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Experience the life-changing power of Lillian DeWaters with this unforgettable book.
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    Lifting The Veil - Lillian DeWaters

    Lifting The Veil

    Lillian DeWaters

    When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.—I Cor. xXi. 11.

    Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God.—St. Mark iv. 11.

    At that day ye shall know that I am in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you. —S. John xiv. 20.

    For many days following the conversation that Millicent Curtis had with Mr. Williams, she seemed plunged into a maize of thought. Family duties, household duties, her duties as a Christian Science practitioner—indeed every­thing seemed to fade out of her consciousness as of importance except that one great paramount question— Life.

    She found herself performing mechanically, all things that were necessary as daily demands, and as one in a dream, for her mind was full of questions, arguments, disputations. At night, she lay awake while the others around her were wrapped in slumber. Never was her mind so alert, so desirous, so certain to understand the so-called mysteries (realities) of Life as now. As question after question came pouring into her consciousness, finding no completely satisfying answer, she found herself concluding, Since Mr. Williams left me I am a literal question mark. Some of the foundation upon which I had stood and which I had thought Truth has been swept from beneath my feet so that I am uncertain how to proceed.

    Nevertheless, Millicent Curtis was never so happy, so buoyant, and confident, for she felt certain that she was on the road to actually understand every single statement of Truth that Mrs. Eddy ever wrote. Gradually the conviction came to her that she had accepted much of the explanations given in Christian Science without reasoning. Many statements that were not clear to her she had somehow made herself believe were clear. Mr. Williams told me not to accept a single statement as a fact unless it appealed to my reason as true, she told herself, with keen satisfaction, and I intend to keep at this reasoning process until I am satisfied that I know clearly and intelligently the answers to the questions of my heart. No more laying questions away for ‘Truth to unfold to me’; no wonder we wait and wait and the unfoldment comes not. If Truth is God, then true thought is God, for true thought is Truth, and the true thought in my mind is Truth or God. I must not wait passively for some supernatural power to operate in my behalf, but the thing for me to learn is how to unfold my own mentality into the understanding of Truth.

    Then came to Millicent the startling questions, What am I? Who or what am I? What and where is this power that heals and saves? Am I man? How can I be man, an image, and yet have power? For an image has no power of its own; it is only a shadow, a reflection, depending entirely upon something else. An image need not try to be anything. Why, an image could not even try for it just can’t be anything of itself; it merely reflects an original. I have understood and have been taught by an ‘authorized teacher’ that we are all the spiritual image or idea of God. If this teaching is correct, then I can in no wise be responsible for my mistakes; in fact, an image could make no mistakes. I simply cannot be an image merely, for an image cannot form thought and I am thinking this very instant. Oh, what is the correct solution to this problem? Where is this God, this intelligence, this wonderful Being of whom I was taught that I am the image and the reflection? Mrs. Eddy teaches that Mind is God. Can it be that my own right mind is God? if so, then I am not an image at all. Surely there was no more peace for Millicent Curtis until she knew the answers to these questions. Why, oh, why, have I never thought of them before?

    "Because I

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