Antwione

I beilieve in God. I believe in vision as well. But it is only natural that I should hae dreamed of THAT SOMETHING-so perhapes it was neither miracle nor vision.You will think it a foolish dream. Yet it changed my life. That's reason enough for the telling. You may laugh at it scornfully. Then my dream will do you no good. You may see in it what I saw. Then you will take your place with the masters of people everywhere. There were once two men who went out to find gold. Each found what he sought. The one threw what he found back into the muddy stream The other recognized the gold for what it was. The one was a failure. The other a success. It is so in life. And this was my dream: I dreamed that I awoke. That is the most wonderful! part of my dream. For in my dream, I realized that I had been asleep. A long, long sleep, from the very beginning of things. And I saw myself there in the pool room asleep. Then I saw myself start, my eyes opened, and I dreamed that I saw. "What waked me?" I asked in my dream. "You waked yourself," answered a voice nearby. I turned about, but no one was near. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am THAT SOMTHING," came the reply. "But where are you?" "I am hidden in your soul." For some moments I thought over what was said. "How?" I stammered, "how did you get there?" "I was born there" "Why have I not known you were there before." "No man knows it," answered the voice, "until he awakes," "Are you in other mens souls as well?" "There is THAT SOMETHING in every person's soul, which can move the mountains or dry the seas." "Then you must be faith." "Yes," came the answer "I am faith, but I am more than faith. I am that which makes people face the fires of hell, and win." "Then," said I, "you must be confidence as well." "I am more than confidence. I am that which makes the babbling brooks lift worlds upon their wavelets." m "You are power," I cried. "I am more than power." answered the voice," "I am all that you say, Faith, Confidence, Powere, Ambition, and more. For greater than all is THAT SOMETHING. I am that whitch every man wust find in his soul, or els he will be but a clutter of the earth on whitch he lives." "But how can a person find you?" "Even as you find me now," came the answere. "First you must awake, then seek, and when you have founf, you must learn to control." "Control what?" I asked, confused. "THAT SOMETHING," came the reply. "Borrow it from you soul and baptize your life with it. Anoint your eyes, that you may see; anoint your ears, that you may BE! "But tell me," I cried, frantically, for the voice was trailing off to almost nothing, "ho can I do this?" How? How? "This is the secret," came the voice to me as a whisper of a gentel breeze of springtime,"the talisman of success, which write upon your memory in letters of fire," "Yes! Yes! What is the talisman?" "These words, I WILL!" And then I awoke with a start. A man was shaking me roghly. "Clean out of here," he was saying. "We aint running no free rooming house for bums. If you want to sleep, take a sleeper, but get outta here." "I will," I answered unthinkingly, as I turned toward the door of the place. "I will!"- That Something- Paul J. Meyer

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