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THE HEALING CHALICE

"I AM" the Divine Essence of God within all manifested form. Dwelling within the Sacred Flame of Life which pulsates within thee, "I AM" ever releasing unto thee, the riches of my Kingdom: the Kingdom of thy Father-Mother God. "I AM" the model of perfection upon which thy self was molded. Patterned in the Image and Likeness of God art thou. Thy imperfections and distresses are but cloaks of shadow stuff thou hast gathered about thee in thy journeyings. Claiming it as thine own, those shadows have seemed to become a veritable part of thee, clinging like parasites and absorbing thy Flaming Life Essence from thee in hope that they might sustain their ephemeral being and become in themselves, realities. Such, oh children of my Heart, can never be! That which is not born of Flame can never become Flame and must fade away into the nothingness from whence it was called into being. Thy sickness, they disease, thy sorrow and thy pains are but accretions born of fear and doubt and disobedience to the Law of Love. Like the dreaded specters that dwell in the frightened mind of a child making its way through a darkened room, so art thy specters of torment but the images of thy distorted consciousness.

The reality of the imagined denizens of the darkness dissolve at once in the flood of sunlight in the darkened room and thus the plagues and discomforts and distresses of thine own world will vanish as thou doest permit the Light of thine own heart to shine within thee. Thou hast covered the lantern of Light within thee with shrouds of thine own weaving until thou hast lost thy way in the darkness of thine own making. Perchance thou canst not even see my Flaming Presence nor hear my call, but my Love is a magnet which thou canst not repel once thy heart is turned toward me. Lift up thy voice and speak my name thou child of fortune, and hearing, we, thy Father-Mother God shall seek thee and draw thee by the magnet of our Love, back into thy native kingdom, back into the full glory and perfection of our Heart's Light and the full manifestation of the Divine Plan for thy evolving and expanding Love in the world of my Desiring. Feel the Drawing Power of that Fiery Love of thy Father-Mother God within thee. Yield thyself unto it's Comforting, Healing, Caressing Presence and be thou restored, renewed, revitalized and made whole again. 

Once thou hast felt the assurance of thy God within thee, and dried the tears of thy longing and thy pain, thou canst then grasp the shadowy stuff which has so long blinded and bound thee and tear it from thy consciousness. Then beholding the Flaming Beauty and Perfection which thou truly art, step forth free. 

THE HEALING CHALICE is offered to you that you may find comfort in your hours of trial, and relief from sickness, disease, unhappiness, want and fear. Let us share the blessings called forth through prayer and meditation and decrees. We offer you the cooperation of those who sincerely desire to assist you through selfless service in your behalf. We believe that God, the Indwelling Presence in all life, does bless, supply and heal each one according to their own consciousness, God desire and acceptance within each heart. 

All correspondence is strictly confidential. No problem is too great or too small to take to God in prayer and meditation. Please write and state your full name, your address, and the full name and need of each one whose name you may wish to send to us for ministrations. Please address all correspondence to THE HEALING CHALICE, HALESITE, L. I., NEW YORK.

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THE BUILDER 

An old man going a lone highway

Came at the evening, cold and gray,

To a chasm vast and deep and wide,

Through which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,

The sullen stream had no fear for him;

But he turned when safe on the other side,

And built a bridge to span the tide. 

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,

"You are wasting your strength with your building here.

Your journey will end with the passing day,

You never again will pass this way.

You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build you this bridge at eventide?" 

The builder lifted his old gray head,

"Good friend, in the path I have come" he said,

"There followeth after me today

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm that was nought to me

To that fair youth may a pitfall be;

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim

Good friend! I am building this bridge for him."

From The Baitinger Elec. Co.'s, New York City, Monthly Calendar Card