I know of a practitioner who today is enormously successful; has been for many years, is perhaps one of the very best of the healer practitioners of whom I have any knowledge. And at one time this lady was in her home dying, had been given up to die, and in seeking a change of practitioners, the husband came to my office and asked me if I would come to his home immediately. His wife was dying, and he would like me to care for her. And I told him no, that I wouldn’t go to his home, that I would be glad to take care of her from my office, but that didn’t satisfy him. In the depth of his human love and emotion, nothing would satisfy him except to see me, probably sitting by her bedside, feeling that something was being done for her.
But I had had enough experience to know the uselessness of that, and so I stood my ground and said, “No, I’m sorry, I will not go to your home. As a matter of fact, if I went to your home and saw your wife healed, I’d get a little bit frightened, because I have patients far out in California and across the seas, and I would feel that I had to go to their home and sit by their bedside, and I can’t do that. And so if I am to do this work and take this case, I will have to sit right here in my office and do it.” And he looked on me as a very cold and cruel individual, but that was it, and that was the way it stood, and that’s the way he had to finally accept it.
Well, on my way to the office the next morning, I stopped into his home and found his wife sitting up having breakfast, and a completely new picture was presented. I remained a few moments, talked with them, and then I was invited to come back on my way home that evening, and I said, “Oh no, this work is done. If you’d like to see me, come over to my office.”
“Oh, but I haven’t been out of bed for two years.”
“Well this is a good day to begin.” And at two o’clock that afternoon, the lady was in my office, and she was completely, and she was perfectly healed, but she was so intent on learning how it happened, that for a whole year she came to me every day for instruction, and at the end of the year, I let her take my office for week-ends and handle the calls that came in over the telephone, and then shortly after that, she went out on her own, and she has been a practitioner from 1938 or 9 to this very day, and as I say, very very successful.
But I have learned from some of her friends that she is called the coldest woman in America. She isn’t cold. She isn’t cold. She is intent in her love for God, for truth, and for her realization of spiritual man, but she is not going to sympathize with a human appearance, nor is she going to emotionalize over what seems to be a human appearance. Because having received insulation from human emotion, it is possible to look at any sick, or sinning, or dying appearance, and see through it to reality.
Now everyone who is called upon to enter the metaphysical or spiritual life; everyone who is called upon to enter it with a healing ministry, has got to be outwardly cold-blooded, and inwardly overheated with love for God and man. But the love has got to be so intense that it will not yield itself to human emotion, pity, sympathy, or acceptance of appearances.
If you have the experiences I have had, and I have worked in three prisons, in one of them for two years, in another one for more than a year, you cannot go in there with a heart full of sympathy for prisoners, nor a heart full of emotion. You have to go in there with the ability to know, “Thou art the Christ of God,” and ignore the appearances, and ignore even their appeals for sympathy, for pity; ignore their appeals to help them get out or to go to the Governor for them or to the Parole Board. Every human emotion has to be drained from one in order that the vision of Christ be realized. And then these men, filled with that vision, walk out free.
So it is with our patients who are sick, who are dying, or who are poor. Brimming over with emotion for them, pitying them, sympathizing with them, or believing in the picture—that’s not spiritual love. If that were spiritual love, God would feel that toward us, and He’d be pitying us and leaning down and soothing our fevered brow all the time, instead of which He ignores this whole evil, human scene as if it didn’t exist. And so must we.
Our insulation must be so complete that our heart does not yearn or burn with sympathy for the poor and afflicted. Our heart must burn with joy for the Christ that we witness right where the evil appearance seems to be. That’s the mystic life; that’s the monastic life, when you are so insulated that no human emotion touches you, but where love is so marvelous that you’re not concerning yourself whether it’s your child or the child down the street. You’re not concerned whether it’s white, or black, or blue. Your concern only is that you are seeing Christ—Christ as individual being.
You know in the Hitler days, I had the opportunity while in Boston, to be one of the little agencies of an underground. My chum was head of the underground in Germany against Hitler, and he used to send bags of mail to me in Boston to be redirected to other underground agencies. And I was in a position to know as well as anybody, the nature of Hitlerism, and what it was doing, and certainly to know what it was doing to the Jews. And there were people who came to my office and in a course of events, spoke of current human events, who wondered why, with my Jewish blood and Jewish ancestry, that I had no hatred for Mr. Hitler, and I had none of these feelings of destruction toward him.
And I had to explain this, that I’m a practitioner, a healer. And how do I know but tomorrow he may call up on the telephone and ask for a treatment, and what could I say to him? Yesterday I wished you were dead, but today I’ll tell you you’re a spiritual being? Yesterday I hated you, but today I love you, and so I’ll begin today to act as though you were going to call for help tomorrow. And I did, and I have, and so that even, even while I can witness and wish to see corrected the evils of mankind, I cannot find it possible inside, to emote about these evils, more especially as I realize that collectively, man has brought them upon himself.
If men would give the same attention to deciding who to vote for at election time as they do to the brand of whiskey they choose, there never would be wars. They’d have intelligent men in office. But they don’t. They spend more care selecting the right brand of cigarettes or tobacco or alcohol, than they do in selecting their candidates for office. The candidates for office are always the right one if it’s on their party’s side, regardless of who or what it may be. So you can’t bleed too desperately for the plight of mankind, seeing that mankind has brought it upon himself. But you can love. You can love them in their blunders. You can love them in their ignorance. You can love them in their evil, when you understand that they’re yielding only to human sense, to personal sense, and that behind all of this is an ignorance of their true identity, and of your true identity and of mine.
So it is that once you begin to perceive the nature of God’s love, you will understand why the Master could say that his rain falls on the just and the unjust. Then you will begin to understand why God has more pleasure in one sinner redeemed than in ninety-nine good people walking around. Then you will begin to understand why it is that God is nothing like what men think Him to be. God is a Spirit, and God’s love knows no emotion, and no pity, but God’s love is universal, and everyone of us that brings ourselves into the light of God’s love, finds healing, and redemption, and saving, and eternality, and immortality.
And we find more than this, that it’s free to all of us, to people of all races, all religions, all climes, all creeds, if only they rise above this emotionalism of me and mine, the selfishness of me and mine, and rise higher into an awareness of what it is that constitutes this personal sense that keeps humanity drained, and what it is that constitutes spiritual sense, that frees men and insulates them from human errors.