different. But
it isn't. Don't you understand what the good man Jesus meant when he
told the Pharisees to first cleanse the cup and platter within,
that the outside might also be clean? Why, that was a clear case of
externalization, if there ever was one! Cleanse your thought, and
everything outside of you will then become clean, for your clean
thought will become externalized. You once said that you believed
in the theory that 'like attracts like.' I do, too. I believe that
good thoughts attract good ones, and evil thoughts attract thoughts
like themselves. I have proved it. And you ought to know that your
life shows it, too. You hold fear-thoughts and worry-thoughts, and
then, just as soon as these become externalized to you as misfortune
and unhappiness, you say that evil is real and powerful, and that
God permits it to exist. Yes, God does permit all the existence
there is to a supposition--which is none. You pity yourself and all
the world for being unhappy, when all you need is to do as Jesus told
you, and know God to be infinite Mind, and evil to be only the
suppositional opposite, without reality, without life, without
power--unless you give it these things in your own consciousness. You
don't have to take thought for your life. You don't have to be
covetous, or envious, or fearful, or anxious. You couldn't do
anything if you were. These things don't help you. Jesus said that
of himself he could do nothing. But--as soon as he recognized God as
the infinite principle of all, and acted that knowledge--why, then
he raised the dead! And at last, when his understanding was greater,
he dissolved the mental concept which people called his human body.
Don't you see it, Padre--don't you? I _know_ you do!"

Yes, he saw it. He always did when she pleaded thus. And yet:

"But, Carmen, padre Rosendo would send you out of the country with
these Americans!"

"Yes, so you have said. And you have said that you have always feared
you would lose me. Is that fear being externalized now? I have not
feared that I would lose you. But, Padre dear--"

The ghastly look on the man's face threw wide the flood-gates of her
sympathy. "Padre--all things work together for good, you know. Good is
_always_ working. It never stops. Listen--" She clung more closely to
him.

"Padre, it may be best, after all. You do not want me to stay always
in Simiti. And if I go, you will go with me, or soon follow. Oh, Padre
dear, you have told me that