FORGIVENESS as a remedy.

Do you want to be healed? Are you really willing to do anything to be healed, as you say you are? Then forgive every one. There is nothing that will so surely enrich the blood and tone up the system as will genuine forgiveness. When we are sick we always are holding condemnation in our thoughts against some one or something. Thoughts of condemnation are not thoughts of love. Condemnation never heals. Love soothes and heals and strengthens. In condemnation there is no forgiveness; in love there is all forgiveness.

Two instances of self-healing have come to my notice lately that were very helpful to me; so I will tell them to you, that you may get from them what is in them for you. Both of these demonstrations were with the same person, a lady who is an earnest Truth seeker, and who has proved to herself time and again that she not only is willing, but glad, to obey the Spirit's teaching.

The first was one day when she was going to the World's Fair. All her life she has had a belief of sore feet; so much so that she always had great fear of suffering when she was “breaking in" new shoes; and lately a bunyon on her great toe joint had come back, which she had thought was healed long ago. Well, the day she went to the Fair it seemed necessary for her to wear a pair of new shoes, and she was afraid they would hurt her, and directly they did begin to hurt her, sure enough. She treated then against fear. The leather in the shoes began to draw, till she felt as though a plaster was drawing her feet into a thousand boils; the bunyon began to pain, and burned till she began to be afraid that she would either have to take her shoes off right then and there in the car, or else faint. "Oh! what shall I do? " she mentally exclaimed. " Forgive thine enemies," came a voice distinct and clear. "I do forgive, I do forgive!" she said; and then it seemed as though a well of love sprang up within her soul, and she not only wanted to forgive every one and everything, but to bless them. She took away all condemnation against the new shoes, against her feet, against the particular great toe joint. She forgave them for all she had suffered, she told them she took away all the condemnation she had ever held against them. She forgave her parents, and especially her mother, for ever believing in sore feet, she forgave the race for holding any such error belief, and finally she forgave herself for her past error belief; she cleansed herself of all condemnation against every one and everything. Her feet were healed before the train stopped at the Fair grounds. This was about 10 o'clock in the morning. She walked nearly all day, forgot all about her feet, and when she started home about six in the evening she felt ever so much better than when she had entered the grounds in the morning.

About a week later, one night as she was preparing to retire she was suddenly seized with a frightful pain in her head; it was not a headache, but it was a most excruciating pain. She tried to treat herself, but the pain was soon too severe for her to think a single healing thought. She could not lie still in her bed; she almost felt that she would have to do something desperate to stop that horrible pain. Finally she went to call a member of the family to go for a healer, whom she felt sure could help her, when again came the voice to her: "This is your own demonstration." In agony she cried, " O Spirit, teach me; show me the way! What shall I do? I will obey thee; see, I am meek and lowly of heart; tell me what to do." "There is no condemnation; forgive! " was the reply. She said, " I do forgive; I do forgive. There is no condemnation against any one or anything in all the world in my heart. I forgive every one and every one forgives me." Then people who in times past she had felt had not been just to her, circumstances that had been hard for her, sicknesses that she had borne, passed before her like a panorama. To every one of them she lovingly and truthfully said, "I forgive you, and you forgive me." The pain in her head began to pass away; she felt as though a cool, electric hand was soothing it away; soon she forgot all about it. She forgave every one who came to her, some of them people with whom she had not come in contact since her girlhood, her childhood, and almost her babyhood. Directly she fell asleep, and I heard her say a few days since that she almost felt as though nothing could ever make her angry again, she feels such peace.

Forgive thine enemies. Love them and make them thy friends.

HEILBRDUN; OR, DROPS FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF HEALTH. BY FANNY M. HARLEY 1898