VIENNA 1899.
This last summer, when I was on
my way back to Vienna from the Appetite- Cure in the mountains, I
fell over a cliff in the twilight, and broke some arms and legs and
one thing or another, and by good luck was found by some peasants
who had lost an ass, and they carried me to the nearest habitation,
which was one of those large, low, thatch-roofed farm-houses, with
apartments in the garret for the family, and a cunning little porch
under the deep gable
decorated with boxes of bright
colored flowers and cats; on the ground floor a large and light
sitting-room, separated from the milch-cattle apartment by a
partition; and in the front yard rose stately and fine the wealth
and pride of the house, the manure-pile. That sentence is Germanic,
and shows that I am acquiring that sort of mastery of the art and
spirit of the language which enables a man to travel all day in one
sentence without changing cars.
There was a village a mile away,
and a horse doctor lived there, but there was no surgeon. It seemed
a bad outlook; mine was distinctly a surgery case. Then it was
remembered that a lady from Boston was summering in that village,
and she was a Christian Science doctor and could cure anything. So
she was sent for. It was night by this time, and she could not
conveniently come, but sent word that it was no matter, there was
no hurry, she would give me "absent treatment" now, and come in the
morning; meantime she begged me to make myself tranquil and
comfortable and remember that there was nothing the matter with me.
I thought there must be some mistake.
"Did you tell her I walked off a
cliff seventy-five feet high?" "Yes."
"And struck a boulder at the
bottom and bounced?" "Yes."
"And struck another one and
bounced again?" "Yes."
"And struck another one and
bounced yet again?" "Yes."
"And broke the boulders?"
"Yes."
"That accounts for it; she is
thinking of the boulders. Why didn't you tell her I got hurt,
too?"
"I did. I told her what you told
me to tell her: that you were now but an incoherent series of
compound fractures extending from your scalp-lock to your heels,
and that the comminuted projections caused you to look like a hat-
rack."
"And it was after this that she
wished me to remember that there was nothing the matter with
me?"
"Those were her words."
"I do not understand it. I
believe she has not diagnosed the case with sufficient care. Did
she look like a person who was theorizing, or did she look like one
who has fallen off precipices herself and brings to the aid of
abstract science
the confirmations of personal
experience?" "Bitte?"
It was too large a contract for
the Stubenmadchen's vocabulary; she couldn't call the hand. I
allowed the subject to rest there, and asked for something to eat
and smoke, and something hot to drink, and a basket to pile my legs
in; but I could not have any of these things.
"Why?"
"She said you would need nothing
at all."
"But I am hungry and thirsty, and
in desperate pain."
"She said you would have these
delusions, but must pay no attention to them. She wants you to
particularly remember that there are no such things as hunger and
thirst and pain.''
"She does does she?" "It is what
she said."
"Does she seem to be in full and
functionable possession of her intellectual plant, such as it
is?"
"Bitte?"
"Do they let her run at large, or
do they tie her up?" "Tie her up?"
"There, good-night, run along,
you are a good girl, but your mental Geschirr is not arranged for
light and airy conversation. Leave me to my delusions."
CHAPTER II
It was a night of anguish, of
course—at least, I supposed it was, for it had all the symptoms of
it—but it passed at last, and the Christian Scientist came, and I
was glad She was middle-aged, and large and bony, and erect, and
had an austere face and a resolute jaw and a Roman beak and was a
widow in the third degree, and her name was Fuller. I was eager to
get to business and find relief, but she was distressingly
deliberate. She unpinned and unhooked and uncoupled her
upholsteries one by one, abolished the wrinkles with a flirt of her
hand, and hung the articles up; peeled off her gloves and disposed
of them, got a book out of her hand-bag, then drew a chair to the
bedside, descended into it without hurry, and I hung out my tongue.
She said, with pity but without passion:
"Return it to its receptacle. We
deal with the mind only, not with its dumb
servants."
I could not offer my pulse,
because the connection was broken; but she detected the apology
before I could word it, and indicated by a negative tilt of her
head that the pulse was another dumb servant that she had no use
for. Then I thought I would tell her my symptoms and how I felt, so
that she would understand the case; but that was another
inconsequence, she did not need to know those things; moreover, my
remark about how I felt was an abuse of language, a misapplication
of terms.
"One does not feel," she
explained; "there is no such thing as feeling: therefore, to speak
of a non-existent thing as existent is a contradiction. Matter has
no existence; nothing exists but mind; the mind cannot feel pain,
it can only imagine it."
"But if it hurts, just the
same—"
"It doesn't. A thing which is
unreal cannot exercise the functions of reality. Pain is unreal;
hence, pain cannot hurt."
In making a sweeping gesture to
indicate the act of shooing the illusion of pain out of the mind,
she raked her hand on a pin in her dress, said "Ouch!" and went
tranquilly on with her talk. "You should never allow yourself to
speak of how you feel, nor permit others to ask you how you are
feeling; you should never concede that you are ill, nor permit
others to talk about disease or pain or death or similar
nonexistences in your presence. Such talk only encourages the mind
to continue its empty imaginings." Just at that point the Stuben-
madchen trod on the cat's tail, and the cat let fly a frenzy of
cat-profanity. I asked, with caution:
"Is a cat's opinion about pain
valuable?"
"A cat has no opinion; opinions
proceed from mind only; the lower animals, being eternally
perishable, have not been granted mind; without mind, opinion is
impossible."
"She merely imagined she felt a
pain—the cat?"
"She cannot imagine a pain, for
imagining is an effect of mind; without mind, there is no
imagination. A cat has no imagination."
"Then she had a real pain?"
"I have already told you there is
no such thing as real pain."
"It is strange and interesting. I
do wonder what was the matter with the cat. Because, there being no
such thing as a real pain, and she not being able to imagine an
imaginary one, it would seem that God in His pity has compensated
the cat with some kind of a mysterious emotion usable when her tail
is trodden on which, for the moment, joins cat and Christian in
one
common brotherhood of—" She broke
in with an irritated—
"Peace! The cat feels nothing,
the Christian feels nothing. Your empty and foolish imaginings are
profanation and blasphemy, and can do you an injury. It is wiser
and better and holier to recognize and confess that there is no
such thing as disease or pain or death."
"I am full of imaginary
tortures," I said, "but I do not think I could be any more
uncomfortable if they were real ones. What must I do to get rid of
them?"
"There is no occasion to get rid
of them since they do not exist. They are illusions propagated by
matter, and matter has no existence; there is no such thing as
matter."
"It sounds right and clear, but
yet it seems in a degree elusive; it seems to slip through, just
when you think you are getting a grip on it."
"Explain."
"Well, for instance: if there is
no such thing as matter, how can matter propagate things?"
In her compassion she almost
smiled. She would have smiled if there were any such thing as a
smile.
"It is quite simple," she said;
"the fundamental propositions of Christian Science explain it, and
they are summarized in the four following self-evident
propositions: 1. God is All in all. 2. God is good. Good is Mind 3.
God, Spirit, being all, nothing is matter 4. Life, God, omnipotent
Good, deny death, evil, sin, disease.
"There—now you see."
It seemed nebulous; it did not
seem to say anything about the difficulty in hand—how non-existent
matter can propagate illusions I said, with some hesitancy:
"Does—does it explain?"
"Doesn't it? Even if read
backward it will do it." With a budding hope, I asked her to do it
backwards.
"Very well. Disease sin evil
death deny Good omnipotent God life matter is nothing all being
Spirit God Mind is Good good is God all in All is God. There do you
understand now?
"It—it—well, it is plainer than
it was before; still—" "Well?"
"Could you try it some more
ways?"
"As many as you like; it always
means the same. Interchanged in any way you please it cannot be
made to mean anything different from what it means when put in any
other way. Because it is perfect. You can jumble it all up, and it
makes no difference: it always comes out the way it was before. It
was a marvelous mind that produced it. As a mental tour de force it
is without a mate, it defies alike the simple, the concrete, and
the occult."
"It seems to be a corker."
I blushed for the word, but it
was out before I could stop it. "A what?"
"A—wonderful
structure—combination, so to speak, of profound thoughts—
unthinkable ones—um—"
"It is true. Read backward, or
forward, or perpendicularly, or at any given angle, these four
propositions will always be found to agree in statement and
proof."
"Ah—proof. Now we are coming at
it. The statements agree; they agree with
—with—anyway, they agree; I
noticed that; but what is it they prove I mean, in
particular?"
"Why, nothing could be clearer.
They prove:
"1. GOD—Principle, Life, Truth,
Love, Soul, Spirit, Mind. Do you get that?" "I—well, I seem to. Go
on, please."
"2. MAN—God's universal idea,
individual, perfect, eternal. Is it clear?" "It—I think so.
Continue."
"3. IDEA—An image in Mind; the
immediate object of understanding. There it is—the whole sublime
Arcana of Christian Science in a nutshell. Do you find a weak place
in it anywhere?"
"Well—no; it seems strong."
"Very well There is more. Those
three constitute the Scientific Definition of Immortal Mind. Next,
we have the Scientific Definition of Mortal Mind. Thus. FIRST
DEGREE: Depravity I. Physical-Passions and appetites, fear,
depraved will, pride, envy, deceit, hatred, revenge, sin, disease,
death."
"Phantasms, madam—unrealities, as
I understand it."
"Every one. SECOND DEGREE: Evil
Disappearing. I. Moral-Honesty, affection, compassion, hope, faith,
meekness, temperance. Is it clear?"
"Crystal."
"THIRD DEGREE: Spiritual
Salvation. I. Spiritual-Faith, wisdom, power,
purity, understanding, health,
love. You see how searchingly and co-ordinately interdependent and
anthropomorphous it all is. In this Third Degree, as we know by the
revelations of Christian Science, mortal mind disappears."
"Not earlier?"
"No, not until the teaching and
preparation for the Third Degree are completed."
"It is not until then that one is
enabled to take hold of Christian Science effectively, and with the
right sense of sympathy and kinship, as I understand you. That is
to say, it could not succeed during the processes of the Second
Degree, because there would still be remains of mind left; and
therefore—but I interrupted you. You were about to further explain
the good results proceeding from the erosions and disintegrations
effected by the Third Degree. It is very interesting; go on,
please."
"Yes, as I was saying, in this
Third Degree mortal mind disappears. Science so reverses the
evidence before the corporeal human senses as to make this
scriptural testimony true in our hearts, 'the last shall be first
and the first shall be last,' that God and His idea may be to
us—what divinity really is, and must of necessity be
all-inclusive."
"It is beautiful. And with what
exhaustive exactness your choice and arrangement of words confirm
and establish what you have claimed for the powers and functions of
the Third Degree. The Second could probably produce only temporary
absence of mind; it is reserved to the Third to make it permanent.
A sentence framed under the auspices of the Second could have a
kind of meaning—a sort of deceptive semblance of it—whereas it is
only under the magic of the Third that that defect would disappear.
Also, without doubt, it is the Third Degree that contributes
another remarkable specialty to Christian Science—viz., ease and
flow and lavishness of words, and rhythm and swing and smoothness.
There must be a special reason for this?"
"Yes—God—all, all—God, good God,
non-Matter, Matteration, Spirit, Bones, Truth."
"That explains it."
"There is nothing in Christian
Science that is not explicable; for God is one, Time is one,
Individuality is one, and may be one of a series, one of many, as
an individual man, individual horse; whereas God is one, not one of
a series, but one alone and without an equal."
"These are noble thoughts. They
make one burn to know more. How does Christian Science explain the
spiritual relation of systematic duality to incidental
deflection?"
"Christian Science reverses the
seeming relation of Soul and body—as
astronomy reverses the human
perception of the movement of the solar system
—and makes body tributary to the
Mind. As it is the earth which is in motion, While the sun is at
rest, though in viewing the sun rise one finds it impossible to
believe the sun not to be really rising, so the body is but the
humble servant of the restful Mind, though it seems otherwise to
finite sense; but we shall never understand this while we admit
that soul is in body, or mind in matter, and that man is included
in non-intelligence. Soul is God, unchangeable and eternal; and man
coexists with and reflects Soul, for the All-in-all is the
Altogether, and the Altogether embraces the All-one, Soul-Mind,
Mind-Soul, Love, Spirit, Bones, Liver, one of a series, alone and
without an equal."
"What is the origin of Christian
Science? Is it a gift of God, or did it just happen?"
"In a sense, it is a gift of God.
That is to say, its powers are from Him, but the credit of the
discovery of the powers and what they are for is due to an American
lady."
"Indeed? When did this
occur?"
"In 1866. That is the immortal
date when pain and disease and death disappeared from the earth to
return no more forever. That is, the fancies for which those terms
stand disappeared. The things themselves had never existed;
therefore, as soon as it was perceived that there were no such
things, they were easily banished. The history and nature of the
great discovery are set down in the book here, and—"
"Did the lady write the
book?"
"Yes, she wrote it all, herself.
The title is Science and Health, with Key to the Scriptures—for she
explains the Scriptures; they were not understood before. Not even
by the twelve Disciples. She begins thus—I will read it to
you."
But she had forgotten to bring
her glasses.
"Well, it is no matter," she
said. "I remember the words—indeed, all Christian Scientists know
the book by heart; it is necessary in our practice. We should
otherwise make mistakes and do harm. She begins thus: 'In the year
1866 I discovered the Science of Metaphysical Healing, and named it
Christian Science.' And She says quite beautifully, I
think—'Through Christian Science, religion and medicine are
inspired with a diviner nature and essence, fresh pinions are given
to faith and understanding, and thoughts acquaint themselves
intelligently with God.' Her very words."
"It is elegant. And it is a fine
thought, too—marrying religion to medicine, instead of medicine to
the undertaker in the old way; for religion and medicine properly
belong together, they being the basis of all spiritual and physical
health. What kind of medicine do you give for the ordinary
diseases, such as
—"
"We never give medicine in any
circumstances whatever! We—" "But, madam, it says—"
"I don't care what it says, and I
don't wish to talk about it."
"I am sorry if I have offended,
but you see the mention seemed in some way inconsistent,
and—"
"There are no inconsistencies in
Christian Science. The thing is impossible, for the Science is
absolute. It cannot be otherwise, since it proceeds directly from
the All-in-all and the Everything-in-Which, also Soul, Bones,
Truth, one of a series, alone and without equal. It is Mathematics
purified from material dross and made spiritual."
"I can see that, but—"
"It rests upon the immovable
basis of an Apodictical Principle."
The word flattened itself against
my mind in trying to get in, and disordered me a little, and before
I could inquire into its pertinency, she was already throwing the
needed light:
"This Apodictical Principle is
the absolute Principle of Scientific Mind- healing, the sovereign
Omnipotence which delivers the children of men from pain, disease,
decay, and every ill that flesh is heir to."
"Surely not every ill, every
decay?"
"Every one; there are no
exceptions; there is no such thing as decay—it is an unreality, it
has no existence."
"But without your glasses your
failing eyesight does not permit you to—"
"My eyesight cannot fail; nothing
can fail; the Mind is master, and the Mind permits no
retrogression."
She was under the inspiration of
the Third Degree, therefore there could be no profit in continuing
this part of the subject. I shifted to other ground and inquired
further concerning the Discoverer of the Science.
"Did the discovery come suddenly,
like Klondike, or after long study and calculation, like
America?"
"The comparisons are not
respectful, since they refer to trivialities—but let it pass. I
will answer in the Discoverer's own words: 'God had been graciously
fitting me, during many years, for the reception of a final
revelation of the absolute Principle of Scientific
Mind-healing.'"
"Many years. How many?" "Eighteen
centuries!"
"All—God, God—good, good—God,
Truth, Bones, Liver, one of a series, alone and without equal—it is
amazing!"
"You may well say it, sir. Yet it
is but the truth This American lady, our revered and sacred
Founder, is distinctly referred to, and her coming prophesied, in
the twelfth chapter of the Apocalypse; she could not have been more
plainly indicated by St. John without actually mentioning her
name."
"How strange, how
wonderful!"
"I will quote her own words, from
her Key to the Scriptures: 'The twelfth chapter of the Apocalypse
has a special suggestiveness in connection with this nineteenth
century.' There—do you note that? Think—note it well."
"But—what does it mean?"
"Listen, and you will know. I
quote her inspired words again: 'In the opening of the Sixth Seal,
typical of six thousand years since Adam, there is one distinctive
feature which has special reference to the present age. Thus:
"'Revelation xii. I. And there
appeared a great wonder in heaven—a woman clothed with the sun, and
the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve
stars.'
"That is our Head, our Chief, our
Discoverer of Christian Science—nothing can be plainer, nothing
surer. And note this:
"'Revelation xii. 6. And the
woman fled into the wilderness, where she had a place prepared of
God.'
"That is Boston. I recognize it,
madam. These are sublime things, and impressive; I never understood
these passages before; please go on with the— with
the—proofs."
"Very well. Listen:
"'And I saw another mighty angel
come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud; and a rainbow was upon
his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as
pillars of fire. And he held in his hand a little book.'
"A little book, merely a little
book—could words be modester? Yet how stupendous its importance! Do
you know what book that was?"
"Was it—"
"I hold it in my hand—Christian
Science!"
"Love, Livers, Lights, Bones,
Truth, Kidneys, one of a series, alone and without equal—it is
beyond imagination for wonder!"
"Hear our Founder's eloquent
words: 'Then will a voice from harmony cry, "Go and take the little
book: take it and eat it up, and it shall make thy belly bitter;
but it shall be in thy mouth sweet as honey." Mortal, obey the
heavenly