herself and God. I never felt so strong and buoyant before in my life.

I didn't dare ask about the child, for fear my neighbor would think I had been treating it. But two or three days later she accosted me on the street and asked me point blank if I had treated that child. I answered her question with another --- "Why?" --- and she told me the whole town and the doctors were marvelling over what had healed the child, for it was well; and it was her surmise that I had been treating it.

That was the first of many. Every time I heard of a case of sickness I "sent my subjective." The only one who failed to get well was a young girl who was far gone with tuberculosis. I did not hear of her until it was said she would not live the month out. The night I sent my subjective to her (she never knew me, or that I tried to heal her) she had a dream in which an angel appeared and told her she would heal her. For several weeks the girl seemed to take a new lease of life. But eventually she passed on. I believe if proper diet and breathing exercises had been used with the mental treatment, that girl would have recovered.

In addition to sending the subjective to these people I treated them daily. After the children were off to school I "went into the silence" with a written list of all my "patients." I began by "concentrating" for 15 or 20 minutes on one idea, such as "I am love," or "I and the Father are one," or "God is love," or just simply "Love." The idea of love was one I clung to persistently --- or perhaps it clung to me --- for the reason that I seemed to myself to be a most unloving