ABOUT a month or so ago, I had a dream which helped me a great deal in the realization of this present state of consciousness as being only a dream, and how the sense dreams vanish at the voice of Truth.
A lady had come to me some time before with a very severe belief of neuralgia. She had three or four badly decayed teeth, and error said she had taken a heavy cold, which had partly settled in her gums and teeth. Her suffering seemed to be very real, and she told me afterwards she could hardly sit still while I gave the treatment, the pain was so intense. By next morning all the pain was destroyed and only the face and mouth were swollen, which soon yielded to Truth, and with it went all the belief of cold. It was very beautiful to see how, in a few days, from looking sick and wan, the color had returned to her face and harmony shone where before pain seemed to reign.
I had thought much of this demonstration, and also of the overcoming of grip, which had tried to manifest itself and urge its claim upon me, but which, by being steadily opposed with the Truth, was destroyed; and I suppose it was partly my deep thought over these manifestations of Immanuel or "God with us," which enabled me to get such a beautiful lesson from the dream.
