Volume 4, Issue 1, page 10

WHISPERS of GOD WITHIN
thoughts in flight? To concentrate is to
grasp a thought, an idea, an ideal—and
perhaps to lose others more important, more
inspiring? What is the whispering within
and what is its purpose? That it must have
a purpose, even tho running free from an
ancient habit, is as certain as that it ts,
which in turn is as certain as that I am,
you are.

A thought is a wild stallion, a hurricane, a streak of lightning, a roll of
thunder, a bird a-wing, a sound, a silence.
It may be all of these things and definitely many more, all together in a team that
speeds away in all directions, up, down,
and around; and it needs not that man hold
each by slack rein or taut, or even that
man recognize a thought, or thoughts, and
the shapes of each and every one.

Man knows. He knows that he is. He knows
because of these many thoughts which, on
occasion, are the wings of many blackbirds,
on other occasions the white wings of suckling-cooing doves. They are night and its
silences, days and their glories of sound
and beauty and sunlight.

Thoughts are man's communicants. They
are things. Each thought is one, yet each
is all others, because to entertain one
thought, and know it, or even sense it, is
to entertain all, potentially, know all,
potentially. The fact of knowing is the
beginning of knowledge.

But wisdom is greater than knowledge,
for wisdom may be the brightest possession
of the unknowing, as witness the mute child
whose thoughts are so secret that even the
all-knowing mother can only guess what a
child thinks, or even that it does.

The child's world becomes a room, and
rooms, and stairs—stairs up to bedrooms
and attics, to closets, and bureaus; stairs
down to darkness in forbidden basements
where strange dangers lurk in semi-darkness
long before the child knows danger, but not
before he senses it, whether or not basements and darkness are forbidden him. Man
is born to a sense of danger. Does that
prove that his mother whispered to him, in
the womb, warnings that the world would be
dangerous? That his father spoke to him in
the silences, or that perhaps his parents
knew danger even as he was conceived?
Thoughts lead everywhere, even into the
forbidden, the secret, the sly, and man,
whether or not he deserves, must follow
them. He may refuse to follow. He may insist he does not follow so vehemently that
he does not know ne follows; but a thought
once held, and known, is forever imprisoned
in him with whom it originated, to whom it
came, or through whom it seemed to pass.

It is of vital importance, from cradle
to the grave, perhaps from endless ages before birth to endless ages after death,
that man manipulates the tools of thought
so that each thought, even the most unedifying, shall profit him, that he "lose not
his own soul".

Man, of course, cannot lose his own
soul. It is not his to lose. Within every
cell is all knowledge and therefore, potentially, all wisdom. Within every thought is
the father of all thoughts, and the children of all thoughts. Within every thing is

everything, and those who diligently seek
shall find it. Indeed, everyone knows it,
and finds it whether or not he seeks it,
because he is it. This fact only he does
not know because he wills not to know lest
too-much knowledge gives him too much to
think about, and do.
"Be still, and know that I am God."
How old is that advice, which no man is
required to follow, yet which each man
knows because each man, sometimes against
his will, seemingly, goes into the silence,
seeking! Or he goes into the silence deliberately not seeking, though inevitably, and
eventually, he must find, however distantly
lost he, the "lamb", is. Nothing, and none,
is ever lost. Man finds if he seeks. He
manages a minute here, a minute there, a
half hour of wonder, a few minutes of
thought-pursuit, and lo he roves the stars.
Roving as he will, how can he not find.

Finding himself, man knows himself God.
(Next month -- "Memories a-Growing")
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DYNAMO TUTORS IN RHYME
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"Beauty born on pain" encloses
Chapters on the stairs of heaven.

Widest steps from one to seven.

Paul -- The first step is the firm foundation. I wonder what the second is?
Dynamo -- Carrying the load.

Third -- reaching for the pearls.

Fourth -- Understanding of beauty born in
pain.

Fifth -- The touch of magic over all.
Sixth -- The leveling of the waves.
Seventh -- Realization of the simple truth.
Later, I asked him to give us the steps
in less cryptic form so we could understand
better.

Dynamo -- The final answer is the open
galley.

The seedlings flourish in the shaded
valley.

So the understanding of these steps is
like the other "seeded Wisdom" of the Dynamo. It comes wnen the chains that bind
the mind are loosed. Meanwhile, they grow
like seedlings in the mind of everyone who
reads them with aspiration in his heart.

Later, I will publish my understanding
of them.
(To be continued in the May issue.)
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NO CONTACT WITH DEAD
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know to be rich who can afford it. Just because Mr. Jonesafeller is wealthy doesn't
mean I should expect him to pay more than
the housewife down the street.

I feel that if I can help prove there
are honest mediums, who don't have to fool
their clients, then I have helped to offset
some of the prejudice. Most persons want

readinggotheey may not wishatothearlthat their
cherished wish has little chance of coming
true. This they'd find out anyway so why
mislead them? To those I teach, I always
say: "Do not go overboard, be natural, enjoy your home, your children, and by all
means, be honest. Face facts. And don't be
swayed if the person looks a little frowning
at what you tell him. Later on, you will
find that you can live with yourself!