Hypnotic Scripts


Disease

I let my thoughts move out to the vastness of space, as though there were
no such thing as illness or disease. With that I have nothing to do. I
consider the heavens, the ceaseless movement of those tremendously heavy
bodies which are being drawn through space with sublime ease. I think of
the resistless flow of spiritual currents that are at this moment guiding,
directing, controlling all of the mighty substance of the universe. I lose
myself in a sense of the vastness of that force.


No longer do I let my thoughts hover around a disease or illness as a
physical thing. I think of each organ as an idea of the Infinite,
conceived before I was conceived. It is one separate and distinct idea of
God. All of God's ideas are perfect. I refuse to think of it as having
blot, blemish, or inaction. I see it as the willing servant of me the
thinker, and this, my thought, is now being taken up by the Universal
Thinker and brought forth into actuality. Not being an organ but an idea,
it is a perfect idea now. I do not care what laboratories show, I now take
God's view and see all of his ideas as being perfect. And it is so.


Whatever is blocking my complete recovery must be some hidden strand of
thought that holds some mental reservation. I am not aware of its nature,
where it started, or what keeps it active. But it must be mine, whether I
can trace my way to it or not.


I do not want it to keep operating, therefore I now declare that it is a
vestige of my former destructive thought. I emphatically state that it is
completely out of line with the Infinite Thinker's thoughts which are
trying to manifest perfectly through me. It is a squatter living on
territory where it has no rights of any sort. I call in the law to evict,
dissolve, and negate it right now.


I wash my hands of it. I do not have to fight it, worry about it, or pay
any attention to it. It is nothing trying to be something. It is no more
real than the bogey man that scared me as a youth. I turned every last
thread of my thought to the contemplation of that steady movement of the
thought of God in me and through every single cell of my body.


I think of Its beauty, Its unutterable harmonies, Its total unawareness of
any resisting force, Its breathing of "It is good" as It contemplates the
universe It has brought into being. Quietly now I let myself drift into
the innermost parts of the Infinite Mind, catch something of it unshakable
peace, knowing that this Mind flows through me as my mind. It is so.