Chilled Soul 💥

Begin now. “Get thee out.” “Launch out into the deep.” Darkness shall be a pavilion around you. Angels of Light stand by your side. This Supreme hour is yours. Set sail. Realize yourself as Supreme, Infinite, Immortal, then Divine. Crown with glory your individuality. “Now are we the Sons of God.” Limitless life, boundless capacities of power. Shut your eyes to the flesh, shut your ears to the world, shut your heart to fear, shut your soul to hate. Stick to the chase until you get the trophy. Search for the Holy Grail until true love’s untiring ministry the cup in your unselfish hand sparkles and flashes in the crimson and sapphire glory of your quest. Burst from your chrysalis of doubt and the Supreme wings of the Spirit shall sweep you forward to triumph. There is no gloom in God’s universe except what we make ourselves. The skies sparkle with possibilities, calling you into their glowing fields of power and service. Get passion into your chilled soul. Master fate. Span the universe. Hurl forth the thunderbolts of your energy and the mountains of difficulty will be cast into the sea. Take your place in the sun. Stop reviling God by saying you are a worm of the dust, a miserable sinner, and that there is no good within you. Quit sentencing yourself. Nothing is unthinkable. You hold the key to the Universe. Mind is Supreme. Thought limitless. Weave your Spirit out of sunbeams. Seize the glittering stars and they will become your chariots. You and the Universe of God are one. Today is eternal. This shining moment is everlasting.

Lift your eyes to Visions that gleam thru the purple clouds of loveliness, from the matchless forms of Beauty, and YOU SHALL SEE THE INVISIBLE.

Listen to the Voices that unseal the velvet lips of Silence, and YOU SHALL HEAR THE INAUDIBLE. Put forth your Supreme hand unto Dominions, Principalities, and Powers, and YOU SHALL DO THE IMPOSSIBLE.

If you wish time to go fast, use the spur of the moment.

Women were never so attractive, never dressed so beautifully as now, and they never wore so few clothes.

Blame no one if you are unhappy, for every law, force and influence in the Universe is for your Harmony and Happiness. USE THEM.

Cheer up. You are all right if you are bald outside if you are not bald inside. Remember, Samson did his biggest killing after he lost his hair. Your bald head is like Paradise, there’s no parting there. Your teeth may be out, and your hair may be thin, yet there’s many a good tune in an old violin.

The Optimist sees the doughnut, the Pessimist sees the hole. The Pessimist asks: “Is there any milk in that pitcher?” The Optimist asks: “Will you please pass the cream?” A Pessimist is a man who winds an eight-day clock every night. An Optimist is a man who gives his clock away so as not to lose any good time winding it. A Pessimist is a person so disagreeable, he won’t eat anything that agrees with him. An Optimist is a person who can eat a cottage pudding so agreeably that you think he is enjoying a brownstone palace on Riverside Drive.

“God give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoil of office does not buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor, men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue, And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking.”


No person among all the millions of the earth can make you unhappy, except yourself.

No power on this earth can keep you down if you WILL rise.

Smile while you can, young man, for someday you may marry your employer’s the daughter, and become a millionaire; then you can’t smile.

The Devil laughed overtime when he inspired the alarm clock.

There once was a man who found a fat white grub eating his cucumber vines; he did not swear at it, but took it out to sea and caught a shad with it that supplied food for himself and family of nine children for a whole day. That is initiative.


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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