It Is The Childlike Mind That Finds

We Shall Serve For The Joy Of Serving, Prosperity Shall Flow To Us And Through Us In Unending Streams Of Plenty.

The Inexhaustible Resource Of Spirit Is Equal To Every Demand. There Is No Reality In Lack. Abundance Is Here And Now Manifest.

The Mind Is The Seat Of Perception Of The Things We See, Hear, And Feel. It Is Through The Mind That We See The Beauties Of The Earth And Sky, Or Music, Of Art, In Fact, Of Everything. That Silent Shuttle Of Thought Working In And Out Through Cell And Nerve Weaves Into One Harmonious Whole The Myriad Moods Of Mind, And We Call It Life.

We Must Learn To Let Go, To Give Up, To Make Room For The Things We Have Prayed For And Desired.

Here Is A Mental Treatment Guaranteed To Cure Every Ill That Flesh Is Heir To: Sit For Half An Hour Every Night And Mentally Forgive Everyone Against Whom You Have Any Ill Will Or Antipathy.