Page 4 Module 7- Health
The Mind of the Whole Person
Maxwell Maltz, M.D., F.I.C.S.
Eighteen hundred of you here! Eighteen
hundred friends in two days! And that to me
is more important than bringing in 18 million dol-
lars of insurance in a year!
And so, wherever you are, Frank Sullivan, thank
you!
He brought me here. Thank you, gentle men of
the executive committee: Frank Sullivan; a wonder-
ful man, Don Shepherd! Sadler Hayes! Iram
Brewster! and Stanley Watts! For making it pos-
sible for me to meet 1,800 friends.
1,800 friends-and one doctor! As I look at you I
have a feeling that I’m one patient, and that you are
1,800 doctors. Now how did I come to this conclu-
sion? You meet me and then you say:
“How do you feel, Doctor?” “Did you rest all
right?” “Did you eat well this morning?” “Did you
sleep well?”
“This group of people is not too much for you, is
it?”
“Did anyone sell you any insurance?”
Well, just before my talk, through the good
offices of your executive group, I went over to see
Mr. Robert E. Slater, the president of John Hancock
who couldn’t be here, to pay my respects, and Frank
Sullivan said: “Do you have to go?” He was con-
cerned, he said: “Make sure you’re careful when
you cross the street.”
Now,if that isn’t a doctor, I don’t know what is!
; What am I trying to say? All of you had a concern
for me, and that to me is the essence of your industry ,
your concern for someone, for somebody else.
Be Concerned
And, you must be concerned about the millions of
young people in colleges and not in colleges through-
out this great land of ours. Your future clients-and
why? Because 90 per cent of them don’t like them-
selves. And.if you are concerned about humanity,
which is your sense of fulfillment, you have to know
something about the spirit, the mind, the
psychological face of man:
Monday night I was at the Boston Pops
Concert with all of you; and were you
fellows dramatic! I said, “I’m sorry for Mr.
Fiedler the next time.”
I was seated with some of you fellows when a
gentleman you all know, Bill Earls, from Cincinnati,
came and sat for a moment with me, and he said: “Dr.
Maltz, your book is terrific!” He said: “We give it to
our men and we discuss and talk about one chapter
every week, and one of my men was so elated he said
to me: ‘You know, I like that book on psycho-
ceramics.
And Earls asked him, “Why?” He said “Well,
because it deals with a lot of cracked pots.”
Fortunately, psycho-cybernetics is quite differ-
ent, and it deals with steering the mind. More than
that: steering the mind to a productive creative goal.
How?
Self-Image the Key
Yesterday, Mr. Richard Harris of Houston, whom
you call Cash Harris, spoke on “Key Men are Good
Property,” they develop the natural resources of our
country. You, everyone of you, are key men to
yourself, before you can be a key man to others. The
key man within you is your self image, and you must
put it to work to develop the natural God-given
resources within you! You must insure the health of
this man inside of you; your self-image, your S.l.!
Your S.I. is the heartbeat of your mind; the
thermostat of your emotions; the clock that ticks
within you, with a sense of fulfillment, through
confidence that you are SOMEBODY! Or a clock,
through frustration, that ticks within you like a clock
in a deserted room. You! YOU! make the decision.
Dr. Cureton wrote a wonderful book called Physi–
cal Fitness And Dynamic Health. This book has 22
exercises-not to make you a muscle man but to give
you internal fitness, showing you how your circula-
tory system, your heart, your blood vessels-can
reach their full potential to give you more years to
your life, and more life in your years. My part in this
symposium is to show you: Your mental potential;
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your spiritual potential; how to reach your
full stature of self-fulfillment through the
principles of psycho-cybernetics; a moral
commitment to you, for your survival, a
responsibility to yourself; to others; to your
church; to your community; to your country; to the
world!
How come a plastic’ surgeon is here talking to
leaders of the insurance industry? Well, let me tell
you:
In 1936 I wrote a book called: New Faces-New
Futures. And the purpose of this book was to show’
how people with an external scar on the face or the
body have an inner scar, and when you remove the
outer scar, in most instances you remove the inner
scar. New Faces-New Futures. That-was 30 years
ago.
Twenty years later, a strange thing happened in
my office that I thought I’d report to you. A young
girl, a beautiful child of 18, came to my office. She
had a scar, as a result of an automobile accident.
I said to myself: “God was very kind to her; she’s
beautiful; I can restore that beauty,” and I did it, so
I thought, when I removed the final dressing. And
I said to her: “Take a look at yourself.”
She went to the mirror and she looked at herself.
She didn’t say anything.
I said: “Well, what do you think?”
She hesitated for a moment and then she said: “I
don’t see any difference.”
Well, that fractured my ego. I didn’t know much
about psycho-cybernetics then, and so r became
angry. And I said: “What do you mean you don’t see
any change? Here! Take a look at your pictures
taken immediately after the accident! Here is the
scar on your face, take a look at it!”
She looked at the pictures. I said, “Now look at
the mirror.
She looked at the mirror. She looked at the
picture; she looked at the mirror.
I said, “Well, what do you think now?”
She hesitated a moment and then she said: “Well,
I see a difference-but I don’t feel any different,”
That opened up a new horizon for me!
As a medical man I probed, and found the
following: Two years before the accident
she was engaged to a young man who ran
off and married someone else. That left her
with hurt feelings; with feelings of resentment; that
she was nobody; a guilt; an inferiority.
Inner Scars Pose Problems
And, suddenly I was no longer a plastic surgeon.
I was a psychologist. I said to her, “My dear child,
you can’t be held responsible for the actions of
someone else!” She got the message; because a year
later she came into my office to visit me, and she had
an engagement ring on her finger. She was going to
marry someone else.
Now, my new 1,800 friends, I tell you this not as
a success story for her-but for me! It suddenly
dawned on me, that there was more to plastic
surgery than removing a scar on the face.
It suddenly dawned upon me that one-half of one
per cent of the population have scars on the face, as
a result of an accident, in the home, on the highways,
in industry, children born with disfigurement. But
what about the 99.5% of people-you and l-who have
normal faces but an inner scar, that makes us walk
away-from others, from ourselves, into a dark world
of unreality, when we deny the gift that God gave us,
that we came into this world to succeed; not to fail!
I said to myself: “Wouldn’t it be a wonderful idea
if I could write another kind of book; different from
New Faces-New Futures, written 30 years ago-a
new book where I could show people with normal
faces, how they can remove their inner scars, Not
with a knife, but with compassion for themselves,
that they’re only human; that they are mistake-
makers; but Thank God they’re also mistake- break-
ers!” And so, Psycho-cybernetics came into being.
My book here is a dollar edition published by
Pocket Books Inc. of New York. The book has
500,000 copies in circulation.
Discover Yourself
I ask you to come with me on a voyage of
discovery. While our Astronauts are discovering
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the vast, vast treasures of outer space, I ask
you to come with me on a voyage of discov-
ery of the vast, vast spaces within your
mind; to discover the greatest treasure of
. all-yourself. I ask you to be a modern detec-
tive, who, with a magnifying glass looking at him-
self, at his image in the mirror, sees hot only the
destructive force within him, but something far, far
more important, the GOOD within him. I ask you to
consider yourself a modern archaeologist digging,
and digging, beneath the debris of hurt feelings; to
see your self-respect.
Astronauts, White and McDivitt; Astronauts,
Stafford and Cernan, moved in their capsule 17,500
miles in an hour, and half the time they saw the
world in darkness; and half the time they saw the
world in sunlight. And you, I ask you now, to come
with me out of your capsule, You, and take a walk
with me into the vast spaces within your mind for 20
minutes, to see that the world within you is half the
time in shadow, through frustration, and half the
time in sunlight, through confidence. So come with
me in a room of your mind, in a playhouse of your
mind; in a theatre of your mind; similar hut not so
large; similar to the one in which you are seated,
with a stage, a platform similar to the one on which
I stand.
And right here you’re going to use your imagina-
tion, as you sit in your “think chairs,” and wonder
who you are? And what are you doing? To yourself
and to others?
By stretching your imagination in this room of
your mind in this theatre of your mind, you see here
two people: One, the person of frustration. The
person with a frown on his forehead; his fingers are
clenched into fists of spasm, of tension, the result of
some mistake that he can’t get over; some blunder,
50 pounds of which he carries on his mental back,
day in, day out.
Alongside of him you see the confident man, with
a smile in his eyes; a man of assurance. You see the
palms of his hands. That confidence born of the
confidence of past successes; that confidence that
he uses now in his present undertaking, refusing to
look back on the tragedies and the misfortunes of
yesterday that are forgotten, lost in the
vacuum of time, buried in the tomb of time!
The strangest thing is that these two
people are you! These are the two sides of
the world within you; half the time in
shadow; half the time in sunlight. These two areas of
your life within; confidence; representing the suc-
cess instinct within you that God gave you to
succeed! And that’s why you’re here! And the other
one representing through frustration the failure
mechanism. The conflict, the eternal conflict within
all of us; the desire for destruction; and the desire for
self-fulfillment to rise to your full stature as a person
of dignity and substance that you ate, IF, you don’t
short-change yourself.
Imagination Plus Builds Confidence
And you develop in this room of your mind, this
confidence through your imagination. Imagination
can be constructive, or, you can abuse your imagi-
nation through negative feelings, frustration.
Imagination plus, is confidence, because you
have a goal. Imagination minus, is frustration, be-
cause you have no goal. You can change a crisis into
an opportunity. Instead of doing what many of us do..
We are so fragile, we human beings, we usually
change an opportunity into a crisis. Now let me tell
you some experience in my own life to give you an
idea of the use of the imagination:
I remember when I was a medical student and I
got through with my medical chores, I said to my .
mother, “Mom, I want to be a plastic surgeon.” And
this was over 40 years ago.
She looked at me in horror and she said “What is
that, Max?”
I said, “This is a doctor who fixes scars on people;
from accidents, children born with disfigurement.”
She said, “Oh, that’s a wonderful thing but where
will you get your patients?”
I looked at her and said, “Mom, I’ll get my
patients.”
She looked at me in despair, and said, “I don’t
know what’s going to happen to this younger gen-
eration! In my time we were intelligent, we were
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sensible; we didn’t have these drastic, crazy
ideas, like wanting to be a plastic surgeon!
What’s going to become of you?”
I looked at her and she looked at me. And
she said, “All right, if you want to be a
plastic surgeon, Fine! But do me a favor, Max.”
I said, “What is it?”
She said, “Why don’t you marry a rich girl?”
I said, “Mom, I want to be a plastic surgeon.
Well, she looked at me and I looked at her and she
wept. I put my arms around her-but I stuck to my.
guns. And now you see a gray-haired plastic surgeon.
. What am I trying to say? I had imagination-
productive, creative, I knew where I was going! At
a time when they laughed at me, even my professors
laughed at me because I wanted to .be a plastic
surgeon-they knew so little about it. But nothing
took me off my course.
And you, in your chosen field, must have your
own image-YOU CARRY YOUR OWN IMAGE-
win, lose or draw! You do the best that’s within you!
And that’s the purpose of my talk.
Another example of imagination: I remember after
many years of practice, I used to get letters from my
college: “Please attend the Alumni Association Meet-
ing.” I never did, but after 25 years, there was a certain
amount of sentimentality attached to it and I decided
to go, and so I went. I put on my black tie; I got off on
the 16th floor of the hotel, looked around for my
friends and 1 couldn’t spot one of them; I went over to
the bar to have a drink, looked around and I couldn’t
see anyone of them.
I waited until all the people went into the main
room for dinner; all the round tables, not Million
Dollar Round Tables, round tables for ten. My class
of 1923; and classes before me and classes after me.
At my table nine were seated, seven men and two
women. And an empty chair for me. I walked over
to sit down when a short, stocky, bald-headed fellow
looked up at me and said: “Maltz! Whatever hap-
pened to you!”
Well, I looked around to see what had happened
tome!
He said, “Your hair! It used to be jet
black! It’s gray now!”
I looked at Curly. He was called Curly!
When he went to Columbia College with
me, the College of Physicians and Sur-
geons, he had a marvelous crop of blond hair. But
he lost it. There’s nothing wrong with being bald.
I have four nephews who are bald. That’s nothing.
But that didn’t bother him. “What concerned him-
Maltz! His hair was once jet black; it was gray now!
What am I trying to say? You can’t live in the
past! The past is forgotten; lost in the vacuum of
time. It doesn’t count any more. Every day is a full
lifetime with a beginning, a middle, and an ending .
You, must live that day to the full! And if you fail
that day- you start again tomorrow.
A White House Incident
One more story: At the time when Franklin
Delano Roosevelt was President, his’ wife was a
wonderful, beautiful, humble woman with kind
blue eyes, who subsidized artistic people. One of
her proteges was a dancer who was in an auto
accident. I operated on her, and when I removed the
final dressings at the hospital, she said, “Would you
like to go to the White House?”
Well, I spoke to that little man inside of me and
I said, “Isn’t that a funny remark! I come from the
lower East Side in Manhattan, where my terrace
was a fire escape in the summer. Asking “ME,
would I like to go to the White House!
Suddenly I said, “1′ d love to go!” She said,
“You’ re invited.”
I said, “Oh, no, I must get the proper invitation.”
So ten minutes later I got a call from Mrs.
Roosevelt ~ and I went to the White House. She
ushered me into the Yellow Room, and she said,
“You know, diagonally opposite is the room in
which Lincoln slept.”
Well, I thanked her for the valuable information
and then she, said “Good Night.”
It was quite late. I tiptoed over to the bay windows
of the White House, looked down and I saw two
guardsmen. I felt pretty safe. Then I sat down
. . . ~ . . ..
because I couldn’t get to sleep – I sat down
and wrote a hundred letters on White House
stationery. I wrote the first one to my mother:
“Dear Mom: How do you think I feel?
Here I am in the Yellow Room of the White
House, and do you know.something, Mom? Diago-
nally opposite is the room in which Lincoln slept!
How do you think I feel, Mom? Love, Max.’
Well the other 80 letters I wrote to all the people
who didn’t like me. Then I wrote 20 to my friends.
The next morning, carrying this pile of letters, I
could barely see my way down the winding stair-
way. The guard relieved me of my burden, I
thanked him, and I walked into the Breakfast Room.
People were seated around the table, and seated in
front of a large Lazy Susan, was Mrs. Roosevelt.
She was dishing out scrambled eggs. I must confess
that gastronomically speaking, one thing that kills
me is kippered herring. And there, was a platter of
kippers right in front of her.
I tried not to look at it but I couldn’t help myself.
As I sat down I said to myself, “When she asks me
if! want kippers, I’ll say ‘No’, but she was too quick
for me. She put scrambled eggs and kippers on my
plate, turned to me and said, “Would you like some
kippers? You know, Frank loves them!”
Well! If The President of The United States loves
kippers – where do I come off not to eat them? And
so I ate them. P.-S., that afternoon, I belched in many
rooms of the White House.
Now what am I trying to say?
You can’t carry someone else’s image even if
he’s the President of the United States. Otherwise,
psychologically and spiritually speaking, you’ll be
belching all your life.
Learn Confidence
In this room of your mind, you learn to be this
” person of confidence. How?
I happen to be a very good friend of the artist
Salvador Dali. He’s a very ardent pupil of psycho-
cybernetics, a deeply religious man, a Catholic.
Recently he gave me a painting, his concept of
psycho-cybernetics, before he left for Spain.
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In the center is a world, divided in half.
To the left the world is in darkness; to the
right the other half of the world is in
sunlight. In the dark area of this half of the
world is an image of a man shrunken to the
size of a small potato, walking away from the world
to the black angel of despair and destruction. Below
is a ship about to fall apart. The sails are gone; lost
in the rough seas of frustration; a ship never reach-
ing port. .
To the right, the area of sunlight, is a man ten feet
tall! Looking towards the sun! And a swallow is
flying toward the sunlight, and down below is a ship,
with its sails, in calm seas moving toward port;
reaching port.
And what is this port? Peace of mind.
This was his concept of pyscho-cybernetics. It’s
another way of saying, “You are two people. That
person of frustration; that person of confidence; the
two worlds within you – WHICH SHALL IT BE?
You, and you alone, make the decision.
There’s a phrase in Genesis that says: “Let there
. be no strife I pray thee, between thee and me, for we
be brethren.”
Let’s change that phrase for modern consump-
tion: “Let there be no strife between you and your
self-image, because you are one, an image, in God’s
image.”
A Battleground In Your Heart
The battleground is not only in Viet Nam, it’s in
the hearts of all of us. We play games with each
other, with ourselves. The Holy Land is not only in
the Middle East. It’s in the heart of all of us, hidden,
hidden by a tall, tall wall of resentment that we build
with our own ten fingers, and we must tear that wall
of resentment down; this wall of Jericho down,
down, down! So that we can see our true self, the
dignity within us; that image that is in God’s image.
And you do that by sitting in this room of your
mind and thinking how to relax, by remembering:
First: You forgive others. A terribly, terribly
difficult task-but something worth fighting for!
Forgiveness with no strings attached! No sense of
. condemnation; a clean, clean slate! Tough job – but
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worth fighting for. The greatest insurance
within yourself, to do that.
Second: Forgive yourself. Another tough
job. Tough assignment, but worth doing.
Without it, you’re NOBODY! With it, you
are SOMEBODY!
Third: You keep up with yourself. Not with the
other fellow! The greatest romance in the world is
with your self-image; be true to it!
Shakespeare said in Hamlet: “Conscience doth
make cowards of us all.” He was wrong! WE – WE,
make cowards of our conscience! Play ball with it!
Give it a decent break! And it will rise as tall as you
want it to be!
Fourth: You see yourself at your best! That
person of confidence.. You were born with it! – not
that person of frustration.
Fifth: On the screen in the room of your mind, in
the theatre of your mind, you see a beautiful lush
island, and you see a geyser letting off steam. A
symbol for you, to let go of the pressures, of the
tensions of the day – to break that electric circuit of
distress even for a moment, so that you can renew
your energies for the joys – and for the sorrows – that
come tomorrow. Not long ago there was a blackout
in New York. Well, I was seated on the 18th floor
of my penthouse on top of the medical building; I
was reading, the lights went out in my living room,
and I said to myself, “Well, I’ve been here 37 years,
I’ve got to make a change; the electric wires are
pretty old. I walked onto my terrace – and the whole
city was in a blackout. I couldn’t communicate with
the hospital downstairs because the telephone didn’t
work at that particular moment. The radio, the
television didn’t work. The elevators didn’t work.
Well, two 0′ clock in the morning in the flickering
light of a candle, I remembered I had a small
transistor radio; I put it on and listened, and ascer-
tained that nine states were involved.in a blackout,
and part of the eastern area of Canada. Thirty
million people were involved in this blackout. And
so I went to bed.
An Inner Struggle·
Four o’clock in the morning, or thereabouts,
there was a little man inside of me who said: “Hey
. . . ..
Maltz, you better get up! You’ve got to be
in San Francisco; you’ve got to catch a
plane, nine 0′ clock in the morning to San
Francisco. You have to lecture there!”
I was about to get up; when, another little
man inside of me said: “Hey Maltz, don’t.listen to
him; you’ve got a marvelous excuse. You’ve got an
excuse backed up by 30,000,000 people! What’s a
little lecture in a church matter? You can lecture a
month later!” I pulled the sheet over my face and
tried to sleep.
An hour or two later, that first little man, that man
of confidence said tome: “Hey Maltz! Get up! You
teach psycho-cybernetics, steering your mind to a
productive creative goal- physician heal thyself!
Get up and prove your point! What are you doing,
looking for excuses!”
The other fellow of frustration said: “Don’t pay
any attention to him, stay in bed.”
Well, I got up, dressed. I put my overcoat on.
With two bags full of clothes and with what was left
of the candle, I walked to the stairway door on the
18th floor. The door closed behind me; the candle
fell out of my hand, and there I was in the hallway
in complete darkness.
That other little man said: “Go on back to your
room!”
I was annoyed. I hugged the bannister. I counted
the steps from the 18th to the 17th floor; counted the
steps from the 17th to the 16th floor; almost stum-
bling over the luggage, but I finally got to the ground
floor, into the dawn of a new day! It was a few
minutes past 8:00. I had to catch that plane. I was
an hour from the airport. I had less than an hour to
make it. I hailed a taxi, I suddenly got dramatic, I
said to the driver, a man of 35: “I’M A DOCTOR,
I’ve got to catch a plane, 9:00 o’clock plane for
California! Do you think you can make it?”
He said, “Sure!”
I ran into the hallway to get my luggage. When I
came back he’d disappeared.
The minutes flew. I hailed another taxi; the driver
was 55, wearing very thick glasses. I sighed, and
suddenly became dramatic: “I’M A DOCTOR, I’ve
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got to catch a plane to California; 9:00
o’clock, do you think you can make it?”
He said, “We’ll try!” I got in the cab. He-
weaved in and out of traffic and believe it or
not, we got there 12 minutes before time,
and that evening I spoke in San Francisco.
A Blackout of Frustration
. There was a blackout involving 30 000 000
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people; something beyond their control. ‘What
about the 100,000,000 people, you and I included,
.who create a daily blackout for ourselves through
frustration; through hurt feelings; through resent-
ment; through guilt, through bigotry, through heart-
ache, through disappointment, when we walk in the
dark tunnels of our troubled mind into that blackout
of our own choosing? When with a little faith in who
we are; that we’re capable of blunder; we realize
that true success is not being successful but rising
above a blunder. With this to guide us, we walk right
into the dawn of a new day, by believing in our-
selves – through confidence in ourselves.
There is a poem by Victor Hugo, called “Wings, 11
Be like the bird
that, pausing in her flight
A while on boughs too light
Feels them give way
Beneath her and yet sings
Knowing that she hath wings.
You have wings! You can soar to your destina-·
tion … to your self-fulfillment as SOMEBODY.
And what are your wings? Your confidence and
your faith. You fly, you soar to your goal.
With frustration and despair you clip your wings
.. and you can’t get off the ground!
Faith and Confidence Are Yours
Remember that faith and confidence are part of
you, like happiness. There’s no moral commitment
, to it.. They belong to you, like your eyes, your heart, your
teeth, your lungs. Use them constructively, creatively.
Astronaut Cernan said, when he took a walk-in
space, “I became a little lonely.” That great scourge
of mankind. He couldn’t see clearly. He said, “The
light appeared as an automobile light coming through
a mist like a fog.
You, when you walk in the room of your
mind you blur your vision through despair;
but you can see your full stature of dignity
when you believe in yourself. Cernans
remark, “I became a little lonely,” is one of
the aspects of the failure mechanism, Loneliness,
that terrible scourge of mankind. I’d like to tell my
story about loneliness. .
We All Get Lonely
We’re all heir to loneliness whether we practice
medicine; whether we are men of the cloth, or
whether we’re in industry. You must remember,
whoever you are, you can’t be a friend to others
unless you are a friend to yourself. You can’t be a
success with others unless you are a success with
yourself! You can’t have the love of others unless
you have the love of yourself as SOMEBODY!
Somebody who’s made a blunder but who can rise
above it! That’s what true success is.
All of US are burdened with this terrible heartache
of loneliness. What to do?
Some time ago I was in Lake Orion, a rest house
sanitorium, forty-five miles west of Detroit; a rest
house for Catholic priests who suffered break-
downs. They had come from all over the world, but
during the stage of recovery they use psycho-
cybernetics as a gap, as a bridge, to reach self-
renewal and self-fulfillment, Another chance!
And, believe it or not, a hundred per cent of them are
cured and go back to their flock! All over the world;
better priests for their own tragedies; able to under-
stand better the heartaches of their flock.
Three Types of Loneliness
And I spoke to them on loneliness, and I said:
“There are three kinds of loneliness:
– Loneliness in relationship to the outside
world;
– Loneliness in relationship to another person;
– The worst kind of loneliness – Loneliness in
relationship to yourself.”
And as an example of the first kind of loneliness
I mentioned the song: “Home On The Range.” Well
I’m not going to sing that, I might sing a little later.
. . .~ . . . .
Home, home on the Range;
Where the deer and the antelope
play,
Where seldom is heard a discourag-
ing word,
And the skies are not cloudy ALL day!”
As an example of the second kind of loneliness,
loneliness in relationship to someone else, I men-
tioned the song, “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean.”
I’m not going to sing that either. But I might sing a
little later.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
My Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh – bring back my Bonnie to me!
As I spoke to the priests, I said when I was
through, “The worst kind of loneliness is the lone-
liness within yourself, where you walk away from
the image within you, the Godlike, Christ-like qual-
– ity within you! when you turn your back on it; when
you deposit that image into a locker as if you were
in an airport, and walk away from it – but you can’t!
It’s attached to you through an umbilical life-line,
like Cernan, when he took a walk for two
hours into outer space. He still belonged to
the capsule. And you too! And I said, “I
know no song to exemplify that, but sup-
pose we paraphrase the words ‘ My Bonnie,’
into these two words: ‘My Image.’ And so sud-
denly I sang to the 40 priests:
My Image lies over the ocean,
My Image lies over the sea,
My Image lies over the ocean,
Oh, bring back my Image to me!
And do you know, the most remarkable thing
happened, my new 1,800 friends! These 40 priests,
without coaxing, sang with me.
And, now, I’m going to ask you to do something
with me, in memory of this marvelous Occasion, as
a memento so that I can remember your voices, and
you can remember mine. Shall we try it?
My Image lies over the ocean;
My Image lies over the sea,
My Image lies over the ocean,
Oh, bring back my Image to me!