“There is no material truth.” (SH 273)
“Rise in the conscious strength of the spirit of Truth to overthrow the plea of mortal mind, alias matter, arrayed against the supremacy of Spirit. Blot out the images of mortal thought and its beliefs in sickness and sin. Then, when thou art delivered to the judgment of Truth, Christ, the judge will say, ‘Thou art whole!'” (SH 390)
“Life is the law of Soul; and personal sense, or matter, has no law. Holding on to the Truth of
being is your only hope whereby to destroy its error.” (1st edition SH, 392 – emphasis added.)
“On a law that is not God’s, we have a moral right to pass judgment, and to commute its sentence; every instance of matter, or the body, governing man, is justly condemned, and morally impossible insomuch as it manifests a want of Wisdom that renders it null and void.” (1st edition SH, 395-6)
The act of speaking in a court of law is subject to broad restriction. “Order in the court!” has to do with speaking: speaking in strict order, one person at a time. During a trial, except for an attorney’s freedom to raise an objection, the person who sits at the judgment seat (the judge) is the only one authorized to speak without constraint at any given time.
The fake judge at the beginning of Mrs. Eddy’s allegory of “the Trial” (SH 430) is much like a gangster that has somehow been allowed to break into the real judge’s chambers, stealing his robe after leaving him bound and gagged. The pretend-judge now brazenly enters the courtroom to join his friends: the fake bailiff, fake clerk, fake prosecuting attorney, fake jury, fake spectators, and all the false witnesses with their scripted, fake evidence scamming the defendant into accepting the supposed seriousness of his “crime”.
At any given moment, who am I enthroning in my mind?
What am I allowing to sit on the judgment seat of Truth other than Truth itself?
Am I agreeing quickly with my adversary? If I am careless in my thought, error can don the robe of an authoritarian judge and, before I know it, appear to enthrone itself in the highest place in my consciousness, monopolizing that position meant only for Christ — Truth — alone.
Am I allowing error and error’s aggressive, false-witness friends, one after another, to infest my thought-life with imaginings that silence and contradict the promises of God — divine assurances that should be occupying my consciousness every moment? What images am I allowing to be displayed and entered as evidence against my well-being in the court of error, images that should be blotted out? Are my thoughts centered on God continuously, or am I sometimes obliviously playing back the same loop of mediocre, low expectations concerning myself and the world around me? What thoughts am I allowing to “hold court” in the temple of my consciousness, which should be inhabited by Spirit’s thoughts alone?
Am I allowing error’s fraudulent, simulated, ventriloquist-puppet judge to silence the inarguable, eternal witness of Truth regarding my legal standing as unfading and indestructible image and likeness of God?
As soon as I detect that matter is a mirage, a hoax that has no substance or legal standing, I find myself in the Supreme Court of Spirit, where I have allowed Christian Science to be my attorney — my Paraclete — to expose error’s make-believe court of matter-consciousness, to silence all its attendees, to strike their testimonies from the record, and consign them all to oblivion.
Decision overturned, case closed, thrown out!