A WORLD OF MIRACLES.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXII, Issue 18943, 14 February 1925, Page 6 (Supplement)

A WORLD OF MIRACLES.

BY VIVIEN

In an age which is remarkable for its extraordinary inventions and discoveries, its bewildering evidences of progress and enlightenment in many different fields, its amazing developments in the world of religious and historical, scientific and medical, research, the powers and possibilities or wireless waves arc yet so stupendous and apparently so limitless as to -cent almost, incredible. Startled, bewildered, amazed, we have been many times before, even in.a world of wonders. But this "radio" is something beyond our wildest dreams, something before which the mind reels in the effort to grasp and understand. To speak in one's own natural voice across the leagues of space, and to be heard <ni the other side of the world! To talk from one's home in New Zealand to a friend in London ! To stand outside a concert hall in Auckland, where a. program mo is being broadcasted, and to know lhafc people in Sydney " listening in " have actually heard the music so transmitted before one's own mind and cars have had time to grasp it! To realise that daily, hourly, wireless waves travelling unseen, unfelt, yet all-powerful and ever-sure, are traversing trackless leagues of space, passing through buildings and mountains, over land and sea, through "one's immediate surroundings, through one's very body, at the incredible speed of 186,000 miles a second!

Stupendous miracles these! Yet even then, stupendous chiefly because they are still novel, still miracles to us, but no more stupendous in reality than are thousands of other wonderful things which a matter-of-fact- and materialistic world has learnt to take for granted, no more stupendous than it is that human thoughts, unseen, unspoken, unheard, should travel across leagues of space with unfailing sureties*, with unerring accuracy, swift as an arrow to its mark, straight from one mind to another. It is to the Indian and Oriental races, with their age-old religions and wisdom and philosophy, that wo, of the so-called civilised West, have to look for knowledge and* enlightenment with regard to the power of . thought, the use and development and control of'the mental forces and the limitless possibilities of the human soul when brought into conscious harmony with the, great natural laws of truth and justice, life and Jove. There are Indian tribes which would have no use for a telephone system and which could see no advantage m its possession, because they rely on the priwer of telepathy to convey an urgent message from one mind to another, however great the distance, and because" they claim that messages so transmitted, since, they cannot be tampered with, are infinitely swifter, infinitely surer and safer and more trustworthy than it sent bv anv other method.

We of the " civilised " West, far from liaving developed oar mental forces to such a remarkable extent as this, are as yet only on the fringe of realising how tremendous is the power of consciouslytrained thought, how potent is the effect of the atmosphere we create around us by our mental attitude as well as by our actions, or how great is the influence on us of the thought-currents and mental atmosphere set up around us by other people. And yet there arc so many little signs to indicate the truth to us, if we had the perception to seo and understand them. We have suddenly an urgent desire to see a certain friend, and unexpectedly come face to face with her, or learn afterwards that at that very time she was thinking strongly of us, longing for us, calling upon us for help or sympathy or advice. We find ourselves suddenly thinking repeatedly or deeply about some absent one from "whom we have not heard for a long time, and swift in answer to cur thought comes a letter or news of that very one. We are in sore trouble; in desperate danger, overwhelmed by loneliness, or in urgent need, and lo! the one for" whom we long, above all others, is at hand, or if that bo impossible, sends us a message or tells us afterwards how our cry had been heard.

" Ships that pass in the night" have been the subject of many a mournful song and story. But ships need never now be lost merely because, unknowing, succour passed them in the darkness, for the trackless seas and the patldess spaces are swept by "wireless " day and night. And human loves and friendships need never die, never pass out of one's life through absence or separation, since the power of Thought can annihilate time arid space, and minds in tunej even as wireless messages are tuned to their receiving stations, are ahvavs and forever in touch if they wish to 'be. " I love you, I want you, I need you, I am near you, I am thinking r.f you, I have come to you because I think you need me," arc then no longer silent, meaningless, lost cries, going nowhere, reaching nothing, but conscious, urgent, living messages, speeding swift arid sure across land and sea from one heart to another.