Saturday, 28 January 2017

Fit for the wedding feast of thy Soul

Your Father's hand reaches out toward you; a complete happiness and satisfaction is yours for the picking up. Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find. There is no death but disappointment and lost ideals. Breathe life into your ideals, new life and hope. Set them once more upon the pedestal and determine that they shall be imbued with life. Nothing is lost but the mere husk of an ideal; the germ is still there, only waiting for the breath of love to bring it forth in new and glorious garments, fit for the wedding feast of thy Soul.

Letters from the Teacher, Teachings of the Order of the 15, transcribed by Harriette Augusta Curtiss and F. Homer Curtiss, Curtiss Book Company, Los Angeles, California, 1913