The Road I Know by Stewart Edward White 1942




WE HAVE now, you and I together in these pages, travelled many miles along the Road that Betty knew. Through her eyes of the spirit we have seen much of the landscape it traverses; and in her company we have passed certain landmarks, and have risen to certain heights from which we can see the highway going on for eternity, as the Invisibles had once said. And somehow, though we cannot discern the end of the Road, we are able to make out, through the mists, at least the lay of the land through which Betty will continue her journey.


What lies about us at this point? Aside from all the details of instruction and the by-products of acquisition, I think I should define as the kernel of her accomplishment up to now, conscious contact, or tuning in at will, With the Source.


What of this Source?


In extreme starkness of definition, it is the vital principle that is the basis of all manifestations and energies that make up the universe. It is the underlying evolutionary power, force, life that makes things, and keeps them in being, in development, and in functioning. The highest expression of this force on earth indubitably is human consciousness. And so an extended definition


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leads up to Consciousness as the one and only reality. We sense this highest of reality, but not broken into bits as is our own experience, but all-inclusive-and all knowing. Some people name it God: some people name it something else. That does not matter.


Now if Betty had stopped, on her road, at the milestone of mere contact, she would have found herself in a numerous company. Mystic communion has been often enough achieved to be generally recognized, even if not widely practiced. But such mere contact does not get you to the end of the journey. Betty's next forward thrust was to be toward another milestone, not so well known.


The Source is the vital principle of which we must partake for mere being. It is the origin, cause, basis of existence. But merely to exist is not enough. Creation must also function. To function it must have energy, power. And that energy and power, certainly so far as we are concerned, must be renewed as it exhausts itself by use. That is an axiom we well know as applying to, say, a gasoline engine. It has a fuel tank, which must from time to time be refilled.


But now we are called upon to discover that renewal is a universal need. The vast machine that is creation in cosmos, that is the earth and all that in it is, that is ourselves, must have its power, and it must be renewed. Otherwise all sits "numb, and dumb and unaware," awaiting the Word.


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Ask any man what he seeks from life. Happiness, he will reply. And of what substance is happiness? Why, his first thought runs, bodily health and comfort and efficiency, and a certain security of possessions. But soon, even though he gains them in full measure, he must conclude that these things are not happiness. His discontents are not for things outside. His hunger is for things within.


What does man really want, in the unstable world of today? Mental peace, I think. But mental peace seems to him out of reach in high inexpressibles, on which he cannot put his finger. And yet, if he could analyze, they are not so many. A few things would suffice—to achieve his ambitions, and perhaps a little more; to gain an inner assurance of a stability that is independent of outward circumstance; above all to possess both the faith and the feeling that there is a strength beyond his own, and that he can command and utilize it.


There is that strength, Betty was assured. We do tap it and utilize it. But ordinarily our tapping it is unconscious, a mere prerequisite of any function at all. We take from it only what the need of the moment forces upon us, so to speak, and in consequence our existence is niggardly and hampered.


So there is the Source, not only of being, but of power—the Source of Supply.


Nobody would lead a niggardly and hampered existence if he could help it. Well, he can help it, Betty


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demonstrates. It is unnecessary. No man need be content with only just enough to get by with. If he would follow her Road he will discover that it is possible for him to tap the Source of Supply as a conscious and intended act. And in so doing he will find that what he can take from that Source of Supply is limited only by his desire-power and the energy with which he is willing to back it! For the Source of Supply is unfailing and inexhaustible. And sympathetic and understanding.


What is the practical value of this knowledge? Where does one apply it in everyday living? Merely to acquire it is not sufficient: one must accomplish. How? The answer is engraved on Betty's next milestone.


At the point in her progress to which we have now traced her Betty had entered fully into the occupation and savor of her "private world" and its powers and prerogatives. She had perfected her mystic communion with the Source. She had learned how to tap the Source of Supply. But now she perceived that she was to be not the owner, but the agent. She must learn how to be the agent. That was the next stretch of her Road she must traverse.


From the Source of Supply, Betty was told, we can get everything, unstinted, everything that is good for us and that we have earned and deserve. But only provided we know how to give it away after we get it!


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"Take no thought of the morrow—" "All things shall be added unto you— "


But why? And how? Betty's contribution from here on was to be not so much the discovery of additional principles, as the learning of how to manage the fundamentals she had already mastered. Let us follow her progress on this next stretch of her Road.