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Ninth Suggestive Lesson

We are all—consciously or unconsciously—engaged in drawing mental pictures. Every thought has character, proportion, and energy. My unseen delineations seem to fade out, but in reality they are more durable than granite.

My immaterial images are the indexes of my own quality. They reveal myself to me. I am the artist who executes them, and I also study them, because I cannot put them away. The longer I gaze upon them the more like them I become.

I am obliged to occupy my own mental museum, and there is no escape from it, here or hereafter. This companionship may make a very real heaven or hell.

If I fill the corridors of my mind with pictures of evil, disorder, disease, and deformity, its multitudinous spectres will ever leer at and mock me. If, in my off-hand drawing, I carelessly or unwittingly set up the unreal, and let it stand, it puts on reality to me.

Our thoughts are our very near neighbors, with whom we sit face to face. We may shape them gradually either into angels or demons.

I will employ only perfect models. I will think loving and beautiful companions into intimacy. I will specify and suggest such qualities as I wish in embodiment.

I will turn the formative power of my thought upon love, joy, harmony, and purity until they become photographed upon my soul in all their sweetness and perfection.

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I am Building the World in which I Must Live.