1/01/27 EC's ltr. to his sister, Annie Cayce:
My dear precious Sister:-
Several times Brother has tried to write you, but I would
either find that I couldn't, or something interfered so that
I had to put if off - but I want to get it off this morning
if possible. One of the very first letters for the New Year!
Edgar Evans is getting along as well, I suppose, as could be
expected under the conditions. I'm thankful to say there
have been no complications, but a deep burn and covering so
much space is hard to heal, and is very slow. He hasn't much
use of himself as yet. Only able to scoot around on the
floor, unless somebody carries him. But I believe it will be
alright now in the next few weeks - but seven weeks of it has
been rather trying on him, as well as the rest of the
household. The little box that you sent him - he certainly
appreciated it. The readings had warned him about eating
candy, and that was the only sweets he could eat or WOULD eat
during the whole holiday season.
Hugh Lynn has been with us, and of course that has been a
real pleasure to all of us - but we have been kept very
close - only a few of us, of course, able to get out at any
time. Hugh Lynn goes back to school Tuesday, I believe.
Many of our friends remembered us very nicely. I certainly
appreciated the little box that you sent us, and I appreciate
the loving thought that prompted you to enclose the little
keepsake that was of your own making. It is these little
things, as I know you well understand, that tie us close
together.
I haven't heard from Ola any more. Mary sent me the rose
cuttings. I had a letter from Sarah just a few days before
Christmas. She sent Edgar Evans a little package.
Yes, I think I can fully understand what this Christmas has
meant to you. I have thought of you a very, very, great
deal. I was reading over my Christmas letters from Mother
for the last few years. It was almost like having her
talking with me again. But we have to meet conditions as
they are - not as we with our poor little minds would have
them made for our own satisfaction and convenience. I
believe Morton has expressed in a few words the real lesson
of life in about as beautiful a way as I have ever seen it
expressed [See [
900]'s
12/25/26 ltr. to EC under
900-288,
Par. R3]. We all have to come to this realization, and the
sooner we can make our mental faculties conscious of it, the
better it is for all of us. I'm glad you liked the little
offering I sent for Mother's grave. I certainly do hope that
we will be able in the very near future to get it arranged
like we would love to keep it. Did you get your evergreens
planted? Did Mr. Reeder sod the lot?
I sent Pa the money to pay for his seven treatments. If you
think that he needs more, insist on his going, and I will
take care of it, if it is at all possible. Yes, you are
quite right - there was so much difference in the purpose in
the lives of our parents. Possibly this difference, and the
vision of same, when we allow our mental faculties to take in
the scope of each, is what broadens our own abilities and
prepares us to be more capable of serving more. Genteel and
courteous on the one hand, loving, forgiving, compassionate,
and God fearing on the other. Each of them have always been
their own worst enemy, viewed from purely a material basis -
but the one building that home not made with hands, where
moth and rust does not enter, and where thieves may not break
in and steal.
I was not surprised at all at the turn affairs took as
regarding the business, but I do hope that you will soon be
able to get it straightened out, in such a way and manner as
you can arrange to begin doing something for yourself. You
have always given your life and your efforts for others, and
I'm sure you will say you are too old to change now, and
wouldn't want to if you could - but, just as it has been with
all the other servants of the Master, the good things in
life are to be enjoyed by those who know HOW to use them, and
you are deserving of some of these, and I am sure you will
know how to apply them in your life.
It is certainly a very wonderful thing that Mr. Ezell has
been called to the little church there, and we see, even in
death, Mother bringing greater pleasure greater possibilities
to the lives of so many. I'm certainly mighty glad that you
and Pa hear him whenever you can. I certainly wish that I
could. Please remember me to him when you see him again.
We had right hard luck - Mamie Gray sent us a turkey for
Christmas. She had it dressed - they failed to keep it iced
properly, and - we couldn't eat it!
Sister, the handkerchief to me - the box of sausage to me -
and the box of candy to Eckin was all we received from you -
was that right? You seem to refer in both of your letters to
possibly some other little package to Gertrude. I wanted to
inquire about it if you had sent something.
Write to me whenever you can. Take care of yourself, and
with bushels and bushels of love, and hoping for you the
greatest pleasures possible during the coming year - with
love from all,
Your devoted, Brother [Edgar Cayce] EC:GD
Quote from [
900]'s ltr. of
12/25/26 [under
900-288 Reports]:
THE LESSON OF LIFE by [
900]
Not for fame, and not for name, not for power, luxury or
pain; not even for that called by man, success, do I strive,
and work and strain, but rather that in my humble way I may
contribute my small share to the whole cause of creation,
doing my bit for a cause so glorious in itself, so
outstanding in its ideal of life, truth and love, and last
but not least a cause born, fostered and administered of a
Creator whose essence permeates the whole and whose creative
power is the only reality I can find within or outside of
myself. My shoulder to the wheel of creation, I SERVE ITS
PURPOSE for the glorification, and in the effort, behold, I
become aware of myself being it. Its glory my glory, its
purpose my purpose, its process my process, I lose myself in
it, but to find myself again this power of life and
creation. Such is the lesson of Life, and once learned and
practised, its reward is eternal.



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