Patience Worth transcripts, Volume 12, January 15-April 26, 1920

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names-on-the-page: Patience Worth, Mrs. John. H. Curran, William Shakespeare, Samuel Wheaton

transcription: This is book number XII of the records of the writings from Patience Worth through Mrs. John H. Curran of St. Louis Mo. covering period from June 13-1913 to Dec 3 - 1937.

Beside the records there are six published books: "The Sorry Tale" "The Pot upon the wheel" "Light from Beyond" "Patience Worth - a Psychic Mystery." "Hope Trueblood" and "Telka."

Two other books, "An Elizabethan Mask" (Three days in the life of William Shakespeare) and "Samuel Wheaton" are complete but not yet published at - this date.

This book contains records from Jan 15-1920 to April 26-1920

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names-on-the-page: Dr. Phillips & wife, Mr. & Mrs. Watts, Miss Martha Watts, Mr. & Mrs. Greenbaum, Mr. Yost, Miss Tuthill, Mrs. Wallace, The family.

transcription: January 15, 1920

Dr. Phillips & wife, Mr. & Mrs. Watts, Miss Martha Watts, Mr. & Mrs. Greenbaum, Mr. Yost, Miss Tuthill, Mrs. Wallace, The family.

Dr. Phillips sat first, as it was his first visit to Patience. We had enjoyed a general conversation on subjects related to Patience, and had taken our usual fall out of the psychologists. Patience of course agreed, and said:

"How little wit, o sire, they hae wrapped 'ithin the cloth of office! They swaddle wisdom and mouthe word, and let wit rust!"

We laughed and Dr. Phillips said he had said it himself, in another way. Patience carried his remark further: "Aye, and thinked it differ!"

The Doctor agreed that he thought it stronger than he expressed it.

"Yea," said Patience, "the root o' thy indignation hath trembered the pillar o' thy righteousness. I say, e'en hath thy very soul quaked with the fill o' truth when thine ears listed to the confusion of argument.

"It be a great giftie, the barb of truth which pricks the complications and leaveth the sunlight o' clarity for to filter through the pit o' thy soul."

"I hae a singin'," she announced and gave Dr. Phillips this wonderful poem on the gold cross he wore on his breast:

-The Master's Burden-

And he hath taken it up. Even so hath his tongue become A stream of blood. Even so Have his hands become tools of office. Even so hath his utterance become The lightnings, yea, the thunders, The knocking at the doorway of doubting.

Yea, he hath taken it up. He hath lifted up his hands In the service of labor. Lo, word be The laborful essence which, uttered, Moveth the urge within the hearts Of His own. Behold, then do his hands Follow the pathway of his words, Thereby hath he become a perfect vessel For the containing and the pouring forth!

Behold, he hath taken it up. He hath lain it upon his breast As the symbol of patience, for there is No symbol which bespeaks that patience Like this. For the flesh of the God-wrought Fretted upon it, yet lingered. The head of the God-wrought Rocked upon it, yet lingered. The heart of the God-wrought Bled upon it, yet lingered! The soul of the God-wrought hath Become a part of it and its shadow Shall cling through the ages!

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He hath taken it up. Yea, he hath laid it upon his Breast -- as a sign of patience! ---- -On the Face of the Waters-

Great God! Somewhere in the chaos, Beyond that curved line which marks The day -- somewhere out in the Ever-space, Communing with the All, Thou -- Thous hast oped Thy lips an instant And behold! through them Slipped all Creation! --- -Man's Fugue-

My depth is but the bottom Of my reason. My reason is but The height of my aspiration. My aspiration measures my soul. My soul is limitless! This I must learn.

"I prate of spirit and let my hand fall upon my thigh. I utter thin words with fat lips. I watch my utterance waddle in its substance and see its shadow scarce thick enough to leave its imprint."

"The sword I wield is keen for it is just, and that justice hath a sharp point and pricketh."

"If I measure my labor with satisfaction, then I must consider, for the labor is less than the measure and I have filled the lack with egotism!"

-Proven Wise-

And they followed the sands, The mute, coverful sands With no thing as a chart. And they sought forth to the East From the West. This is a symbol Of coming. Arriving at the desert's Edge and bringing themselves up Before a manger. Wise of the East. So announced by seeking.

"I am confounded not by man's wisdom. Nay, I am confounded by his complications, for he confounds himself with simplicity and simplifies himself with confoundment. He becometh a fellower with words and thereby flattered into announcing a simple faith with surety, arrived at by a tedious tracking. He listeneth unto the simple and alloweth his own egotry to pettiskirt it."

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