Rewrite the script...
...and just imagine the conversation to have taken place that now you are rewriting for the first timeI heard of this lady and she would make some man a wonderful wife, and yet she is unwed. She desires to be the companion of a great noble person, but she is unwed, I heard that. That becomes a part of myself - that's my knowledge: I must sacrifice that self, that aspect of my being, to be as happy as I am and those in my world are.
For that's the self I must sacrifice and put away sin, for sin to the mystic means missing the mark; it doesn't mean the violation of certain codes, unless of course you have a mark and the violation fell short, but sin to the mystic is simply having an aim in life and failing to realize it. So when you miss the mark you have sinned; so he appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself, and knowing that himself is only all that he consents to, all that he accepts, all that he believes to be true, then what am I believing concerning that one - he is unemployed and he can't find a job? I'm believing it. Now put away that sin where he is missing his mark and then by the putting away of the sin I do it only by the sacrifice of myself and myself is that belief, so now I revise. I can't say well, I will no longer believe he is unemployed: I believe he's employed.
I do it by the pruning shears of revision. I bring him before my mind's eye and I congratulate him on his good fortune because he is now gainfully employed. I allow him to accept my congratulations, because I do not see a man unemployed, I see him employed and he knows he is in my mind's eye for in that state I have pruned him from the unemployed state and once more reshaped the branch that grows in the garden of God. Tomorrow people will see him as they could not have seen him before the pruning that took place within me and he will be gainfully employed.
That one is unwell; you prune that branch. You don't accept one thing in the world as final unless it conforms to the ideal you want to realize in the world. But you do it daily; if you do not prune it daily you will get out of the habit, then weeds will grow. Every man who really is a gardener, who calls himself a gardener, is a gardener in the garden of God, for every day
is the opportunity to really prune the tree, this wonderful tree. And so everyone that you meet is a branch rooted in the vine that you are and you are that special tree in the garden of God, a tree bearing life, a tree bearing fruit for the food of the nations. You are that one.
If you take me seriously today, tonight, do not let the sun descend upon any vexation of the day. Just look at it, don't deny it, don't duck it, look at it that you may prune it and then reshape it. Take the conversations with your friends today, were they pleasant, were they arguments, no matter what it is, were they negative?
Then rewrite the script and just imagine the conversation to have taken place that now you are rewriting for the first time. And it will take place, for everything in your world that you behold, though it appears without, it is within, in your imagination. And this wonderful imagination of yours is Christ Jesus. Imagination is the actual habitation of every created thing. No matter what you see in the world, it springs from your imagination. So that's where you go, that's the workshop, the garden of God.
And now you have a mission, you have a purpose in life; it's a noble purpose, because you have been selected to really become the chief gardener in the garden of God, and in the garden you must have pruning shears, and pruning shears is revision. You simply revise, and as you revise the day, you repeal the day; for the day is not slipping into the past, it does not recede as people think, it is always advancing into the future to confront you, either pruned or in some strange weed-like state.
So it's entirely up to us - I hope that every man and woman here today will take me seriously and start this day pruning your garden, pruning your mind. I know before I leave this city in a matter of two weeks that you will be able to tell me of the new things that spring in your world or that spring from the pruned tree that is your own lovely imagination. You try it: then you will know what Blake meant when he said. "In heaven, the only art of living is forgetting and forgiving." The only art of living is complete forgetfulness by putting something in its place, no vacuum, but putting something in its place.
THE PRUNING SHEARS OF REVISION
Lecture #324 - Neville 08/08/1954
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