"Books, like people, are multi-dimensional portals into other worlds -- realms beyond the visual simulation that we co-exist within. To open a book is to pierce the dark veil of 3rd dimensional limitative living and embark towards the ever-present light of immortality." ― C.K. Lee
"To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books." ― Manly P. Hall
"The consideration of man's body has not changed to meet the new conditions of this artificial environment that has replaced his natural one. The result is that of perceptual discord between man and his environment. The effect of this discord is a general deterioration of man's body, the symptoms of which are termed disease." ― Hilton Hotema
“Our highest endeavor must be to develop free human beings who are able of themselves to impart purpose and direction to their lives. The need for imagination, a sense of truth, and a feeling of responsibility—these three forces are the very nerve of education.” ― Rudolf Steiner
My Search for Truth is Henry Thomas Hamblin's autobiographical trek searching for truth in God. From early childhood to adulthood and becoming one of the forerunners of the New Thought Movement Hamblin takes us on his journey of discovery. My earliest recollections carry me back to the time when I was being prompted by Mother as I stumblingly said the child's prayer 'Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, look upon a little child, pity my simplicity, suffer me to come to Thee'. I also remember my father taking me for walks and showing me various wild flowers, and telling me how to recognize the songs of the different birds, for being a countryman he knew them all. He told me stories about Jesus and what He did and said while on earth. He taught me, too, to sing the hymn: 'When mothers of Salem, their children brought to Jesus'. I used to think a lot about Jesus. He was very real to me and I greatly wished that I could see Him, and be like the children of Salem whom He took in His arms and blessed. It would have been lovely, I thought.
Written by Henry Thomas Hamblin. Published in 1950. 196 pages.
