“Reader and Student!—­you for whom these words are written, learn and remember that the secret strength and renewal of life is Adjustment—­the adjustment of the atoms whereof the body is composed to the commands of the Soul.  Be the god of your own universe!  Control your own solar system that it may warm and revivify you with an ever recurring spring!  Make Love the summer of your life, and let it create within you the passion of noble desire, the fervour of joy, the fire of idealism and faith!  Know yourself as part of the Divine Spirit of all things, and be divine in your own creative existence.  The whole Universe is open to the searchings of your Soul if Love be the torch to light your way!”

Having read thus far, I paused—­the little room in which I sat appeared darker—­or was it my fancy?  I listened for the voices which had so confused and worried me—­but there was no sound.  I turned the pages of the book before me, and found the following: 

THE ACTION OF THOUGHT

“Thought is an actual motive Force, more powerful than any other motive force in the world.  It is not the mere pulsation in a particular set of brain cells, destined to pass away into nothingness when the pulsation has ceased.  Thought is the voice of the Soul.  Just as the human voice is transmitted through distance on the telephone wires, so is the Soul’s voice carried through the radiant fibres connected with the nerves to the brain.  The brain receives it, but cannot keep it—­for it again is transmitted by its own electric power to other brains,—­and you can no more keep a thought to yourself than you can hold a monopoly in the sunshine.  Everywhere in all worlds, throughout the whole cosmos, Souls are speaking through the material medium of the brain,—­souls that may not inhabit this world at all, but that may be as far away from us as the last star visible to the strongest telescope.  The harmonies that suggest themselves to the musician here to-day may have fallen from Sirius or Jupiter, striking on his earthly brain with a spiritual sweetness from worlds unknown,—­the poet writes what he scarcely realises, obeying the inspiration of his dreams,-and we are all, at our best, but mediums for conveying thought, first receiving it from other spheres to ourselves, and then transmitting it from ourselves to others.  Shakespeare, the chief poet and prophet of the world, has written:  ’There is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so,’—­thus giving out a profound truth,—­one of the most profound truths of the Psychic Creed.  For what we think, we are; and our thoughts resolve themselves into our actions.