Personality

ommand, and "there is not a thing in all the world but that thinking makes it so." What folly it is to spend our hours thinking of everything in the world that we do not want, when with another thought move we can change the whole game for ourselves and for others. The failure world is saturated with doubt, fear and uncertainty; "I can't" and "I don't know" are their devils, they haunt their sleep and follow in their waking hours. The game of life is spoiled because with these things dogging their footsteps they lose the memory of the true rule, and their hearts are filled with thoughts that become things of fear or evil, and dwells with them. The failure world always asks for a certainty before it will accept or consent. The success world fills its heart with thoughts of the thing it desires and lets these thoughts build it into a divine faith in the ultimate. "As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he," and the one who has to have a certainty before he ventures, has lost before he begins, because there is nothing on this planet that is sure but changes the one great changeless law of change will carry the law of success or failure through to its own end. The third rule "Resist not evil." This rule demands persistent attention, and until one learns the higher laws of life and finds that there is really no evil, and that which we call evil is only unripe good, one will be continually in conflict, and conflict is one of the paths to failure; there are so many things that seem wrong or so impossible that one must have a consciousness as high as Heaven to hold it all good and right. Yet the Universal Rule of the Game of Life was this "Resist not evil:" "Do good to them who despitefully use you If a man smite thee on one cheek, turn to him the other also." In all the multitude of lives seeking for higher self-attainment, thousands forget this rule, they play 65 by the rule of their own benighted consciousness "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" and as the game goes on they find that they have won and lost, they have won their game, perhaps, but have lost love, and without love they are but as "sounding brass and tinkling cymbals." They have gotten even with those who are their enemies, perhaps in the human way their vengeance has been satisfied, but there is the mystic law and the higher rule of the game which said: "Vengeance is mine, I will repay" and they failed while they seemed to prosper. As the days go on they learn the fateful lesson