So I am hated by some, laughed at by others, spit upon by the doctors and sneered at by the priests - but received into the arms of the sick who know me.
 ~  Phineas Parkhurst Quimby

Phineas Parkhurst Quimby

Dr. Phineas P. Quimby

The Cure

In the darkness of this superstition, when all are either sleeping (or ignorant) of the danger that awaits them, and the sentinels on the watch tower of those minds that see their craft are warning the multitude of the danger...when the enemies of science and progression are mustering the thoughts of the scientific world and casting everyone into prison for their belief - I enter this land of darkness, light the lamp of liberty, search out the dark prisons where the lives of the sick are bound, enter them and set the prisoners free.

These prisons, like the prisons of this world, can be detected by the atmosphere (or description). I have said all diseases were opinions condensed into an idea of matter that can be seen by the eyes of wisdom. In like manner, all ideas of the priests can be seen by the eyes of wisdom. Each throws off its shadow (or spiritual matter), and each has its particular sense; so that it can be detected as easily by the eye of wisdom as an apple or an orange can be detected by the eye of opinion.

The wisdom of opinions is ignorant of any wisdom that cannot be seen by itself; yet phenomena are admitted by them which cannot be understood. To be in a state to become a teacher of this unknown God is what never has been acknowledged by the opinions of man's wisdom. Thousands of persons have undertaken to penetrate this land of mystery and have returned with the idea that they have made the discovery; and thus have deceived many people, broken up families, led the weak and timid and stimulated the strong. Till the people, like the children of Israel, have left their happy land (or state of mind) to follow these blind guides, till they have wandered so far from health (or home) that they have lost their way and fallen among strangers (or doctors) who, pretending to be their friends, have robbed them of their happiness and left them like the prodigal son - sick and disheartened in this land of superstition.

Like Moses, I enter this land and lead them out - and as I pass through the sea of blood (or beliefs) of these blind guides, I feed them with the bread of wisdom and smite the rock of truth, and the water (or wisdom) gushes out and cools their parched tongues. I go before them in this wilderness, holding up the priest's serpents (or creeds), and all that listen to my explanation are healed from the bite of these creeds.

The people murmur and complain. Some call me humbug and quack; others want to return to their own old ideas of religion - but I stand up and entreat them, stimulating them to press forward and not to give up, till I have restored them once more to that happy land of health, whence they have been decoyed away. So I am hated by some, laughed at by others, spit upon by the doctors and sneered at by the priests - but received into the arms of the sick, who know me.





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