My angels are exalted thoughts, appearing at the door of some sepulchre where illusion has buried its fondest earthly hopes. With white lingers they point upward to a new and glorified trust, a higher ideal of Life and its joys. Angels are God's impartations to man, — not messengers, or persons, but messages of the true idea of divinity flowing into humanity. These upward-soaring thoughts never lead mortals toward self or sin, but guide them to the Principle of all good, whither every pure and uplifting aspiration tends. We should give earnest heed to these spiritual guides. Then they will tarry, and we shall be found entertaining angels unawares.
In order to apprehend more, we must put into practice what we already have. We must recollect that Truth is demonstrable, when understood, and not understood until demonstrated. If “faithful over a few things” we shall be made rulers over many, but the one unused talent moulds and is lost. When the sick or the sinful waken to realize their need of what they have not, they will be receptive of Divine Science, — which gravitates to Soul, and away from material sense, removes thought from the body, and elevates to the contemplation of something better than disease, or sin.
Spiritual sense is intuition, hope, faith, understanding, fruition. Material sense is human belief, fear, doubt, despair. This belief, alternating between a sense of pleasure and pain, between hope and fear, between life and death, never readies beyond the boundary of the unreal. When the real, that is announced by Science, is attained, joy is no longer a trembler, nor hope a cheat.
The purpose and motive to live aright can be gained to-day. This point won, you have started as you should
