Reviewing old relationships is hard work emotionally, no matter how carefully you have been trying to use your past as material to study in the service of creating a healthier present. This is a great opportunity to practice of creating a healthier present. This is a great opportunity to practice some self-care work to heal any old wounds that you may have opened doing that last episode of Secrets and Lies. Much in this field is yet obscure and imperfectly understood, for the scientific study of mind is still in its infancy; but the fact that a misuse of mental and spiritual laws is at the root of many unhappy conditions incident to the physical life, stands out clear and sharp.

We are surrounded by an Infinite Intelligence. The possibility of healing, changing environment, attracting friends and demonstrating supply through the power of right thinking, rests entirely on the theory that we are surrounded by an Infinite Mind, which reacts to our thought according to law. The highest God and the innermost God is one God. The Father and I are One. A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret. For the lack of guidance, a nation falls, but many advisers male victory sure. A kind man benefits himself, but a cruel man brings trouble on himself. A wise son heeds his father’s instructions, but a mocker does not listen to rebuke.

The truly righteous individual attains life, but an individual who pursues evil goes to his death. My business is directed by Divine Intelligence. I do not hinder, but let it operate in my affairs. My affairs are managed by Love, and directed by Wisdom, and they cannot fail to prosper and expand. My affairs are in His hands. They hated me without reason. Mine by the right of the white election! Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto! Mine, by the grave’s repeal titled, confirmed, –delirious charter! Mine, while the ages steal!

You left me, sweet, two legacies, — a legacy of love a Heavenly Father would content, had He the offer of; you left me boundaries of pain capacious as the White Squall in the sea, between eternity and time, your consciousness and me. Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the Sun question if his glory be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil doth of the dew: even as yourself, oh friend! I will of you! Elysium is as far as to the very nearest room, if in that room a friend awaits felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, that it can so endure the accent of a coming foot, the opening of a door!

Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content with but a fraction of the love poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, what more the individual can, –say quick, that I may dower thee with last delight I own! It cannot by my spirit, for that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, — what opulence the more had I, a humble individual, whose farthest of degree was that one might, some distant Heaven, dwell timidly with thee! If you were coming in the fall, I would brush the Summer by with half a smile and half a spurn, as a housewife or househusband does a fee!

If I could see you in a year, I would wind the months in balls, and out them each in separate drawers, until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I would count them on my hand, subtracting until my fingers dropped into Van Diemen’s land. If certain, when this life was out, that yours and mine should be, I would toss it younder like a rind, and taste eternity. However, now, all ignorant of the length of time’s uncertain wing, it goads me, like the goblin bee, that will not state its sting.

I hide myself within my flower, that you are wearing on your heart, you, unsuspecting, wear me too—and angels know the rest. I hide myself within your heart, that is fading within your vest, you, unsuspecting, feel for me almost a loneliness. That I did always love, I bring thee proof: that until I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love always, I offer thee that love is life, and life hath immorality. And you keep running backwards, keep on chasing your own demons, so do not waste another hour and let me in.  Disarm your heart, release the fear and hold me near, give yourself to me.

Look to other people turning, while you are hiding in the shadow, so do not run away in silence, let me in. This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I nothing to show, but Calvary. Have you got a brook in your little heart where bashful flowers blow, and blushing birds go down to drink, and shadows tremble so? Do you not miss yourself? And I know you used to chain, it always ends. And nobody knows, so still it flows, that any brook is there; and yet our little draught of life is daily drunken there.

Then look out for the little brook in March, when the rivers overflow, and the snows come hurrying from the hills, and the bridges often go. And later, in August it may be, when the meadows parching rest, beware, lest this little brook of life some burning noon go dry! Nice to see that I was nothing, but a game to you and that you used me, but the truth is out and your career and this relationship are over! Good bye! Really appropriate time for ghost stories!

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