“The trouble with you, Padre,” the girl resumed, after some moments of reflection, “is that you––you see everything––well, you see everything as a person, or a thing.”
“You mean that I always associate thought with personality?” he suggested.
“That’s it! But you have got to learn to deal with thoughts and ideas by themselves, apart from any person or thing. You have got to learn to deal with facts and their opposites entirely apart from places, or things, or people. Now if I say that Life is eternal, I have stated a mental thing. That is the fact. Its opposite, that is, the opposite of Life, is death. One opposes the other. But God is Life. Is God also death? He can’t be. Life is the fact. Then death must be the illusion. That being so, Life is the reality, and death is the unreality. Very well, what makes death seem real? It is just because the false thought of death comes into the human mind, and is held there as a reality, as something that has got to happen. And that strong belief becomes externalized in what mortals call death. 290 Don’t you see? Is there a person in the whole world who doesn’t think that some time he has got to die? No, not one! But now suppose every person held the belief that death was an illusion, a part of the big lie about God, just as Jesus said it was. Well, wouldn’t we get rid of death in a hurry? I should think so! And is there a person in the whole world who wouldn’t say that Anita’s babe was blind? No, not one! They would look at the human thought of blindness, instead of God’s real idea of sight, and so they would make and keep the babe blind. Don’t you understand me, Padre dear? Don’t you? I know you do, for you really see as God sees!”
She stopped for breath. Her eyes glistened, and her whole body seemed to radiate the light of knowledge divine. Then she went hurriedly on:
“Padre, everything is mental. You know that, for you told me so, long since. Well, that being so, we have got to face the truth that every mental fact seems to have an opposite, or a lot of opposites, also seemingly mental. The opposite of a fact is an illusion. The opposite of truth is a lie. Well, God is the great fact. Infinite mind is the infinite fact. The so-called opposite of this infinite fact is the human mind, the many so-called minds of mankind––a kind of man. But everything is still mental. Now, an illusion, or a lie, does not really exist. If I tell you that two and two are seven, that lie does not exist. Is it in what we call my mind, or yours? No. Even if you say you believe it, that doesn’t make it real. Nor does it show that it has real existence in your mind. Not a bit of it! But––if you hold it, and cling to it––allow it to stay with you and influence you––why, Padre dear, everything in your whole life will be changed!
“Let me take your pencil––and a piece of paper. Look now,” drawing a line down through the paper. “On one side, Padre, is the infinite mind, God, and all His thoughts and ideas, all good, perfect and eternal. On the other side is the lie about it all. That is still mental; but it is illusion, falsity. It includes all sin, all sickness, all murder, all evil, accidents, loss, failure, bad ambitions, and death. These are all parts of the big lie about God––His unreal opposite. These are the so-called thoughts that come to the human mind. Where do they come from? From nowhere. The human mind looks at them, tastes them, feels them, holds them; and then they become its beliefs. After a while the human mind looks at nothing but these beliefs. It believes them to be real. And, finally, it comes to believe that God made them and sent them to His children. Isn’t it awful, Padre! And aren’t you glad that you know about it? And aren’t you going to learn how to keep the good on one side of that line and the illusion on the other?”
It seemed to Josè a thing incredible that these words were coming from a girl of fifteen. And yet he knew that at the same tender age he was as deeply serious as she––but with this difference: he was then tenaciously clinging to the thoughts that she was now utterly repudiating as unreal and non-existent.
“Padre dear,” the girl resumed, “everything is mental. The whole universe is mental.”
“Well,” he replied reflectively, “at least our comprehension of it is wholly mental.”