What then, we feebly ask, is imperfection? And in the Master-Presence we cannot but reply: It is the doubt “It is too good” that is the imperfection of our nature; we fear it cannot be for us, not knowing that the “little one” who catches some glimpse of the vista, the earnest of the Vision Glorious, sees not something without, but that which is within himself. It is all there potentially, the full Sonship of the Father. It is there and here and everywhere, for it is the nature of our very being.

G.R.S. Mead

Gnosis of the Mind



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