The whole thing about techniques is the idea that you need certain methods to make things work for you, when all you have to do is let things alone: Then they “work” for you automatically. If you forget that fact, then you’ll always be looking for better and better methods … which will never really work … because Nature and your own nature work best when left alone.

If you’re going to study such issues at all, then look for what you do right, and you’ll always find that in those areas you let yourself alone and do what comes naturally, because you are inclined in that direction.

When you concentrate on what’s wrong, you almost always try too hard, look for methods that will work better than the ones you’re using now … when the truth is that the methods themselves stand in the way, whatever they are. Because Nature doesn’t use methods. It “works” because it is what it is.

Methods presuppose the opposite, in whatever area of your concern. They show your belief that nature doesn’t work right on its own.

Book Three - Oversoul Seven and the Museum of Time

Dedication

Dedicated to Oversoul Seven
in All of His Manifestations,
and to All of Those
Who Take the Codicils
to Heart

Chapter One

Cyprus and Oversoul Seven Look in on Dr. George Brainbridge and Friends

“Idon’t like doctors,” Oversoul Seven said to his teacher, Cyprus. The two of them were small specks of light on the front second floor window of the small medical building.

“This doctor is one of your own personalities, and he needs your help,” Cyprus said, sighing. “Souls aren’t supposed to be prejudiced.”

With that, the window flew open. A man in a medical white coat stuck his head out and started shouting at the pigeons on the small roof just below. “Beat it, beat it,” he yelled; and the window slammed down.

“He needs help, all right!” Seven said morosely. “Is this an exam?”

“Exactly,” Cyprus said. “And you’re going to be his new associate.

You’re going to adapt a physical body of your own for a change, and—”

“Never!” Oversoul Seven yelled.

“It’s a necessary part of your education,” Cyprus said gently. “You have to get closer to earth reality now to really understand your personalities’ experiences. You knew it had to happen sometime.” To comfort Seven, Cyprus turned into the image of a lovely young woman of ancient knowledge, or of an ancient woman with young appearance. Seven disconsolately turned into a fourteen-year-old boy. Both of them perched invisibly on the upstairs windowsill, above the Medical Center’s circling paths. “This is really asking too much, Cyprus,” Oversoul Seven said.

“Your personalities are physical all the time,” Cyprus reminded him. She tried not to smile.

“How long do I have to have a body?” Seven asked.

“Why, just until you help Dr. Brainbridge with his problems.”