So like the lady who calls me all the time that they don’t like her, when I hang up I still must do what she asks of me…to have them like her. “Lord, how long, how long?” “Seventy times seven,” until you do it. That’s all there is to it. Until you so put her into the state of being wanted and loved that she remains and occupies that state, you just keep on doing it. That’s what I’m told. Never give up and turn and discard it as something hopeless. It is not hopeless…only if you give up. How long, my Lord, must I do it? If some brother sins against me, how often must I forgive him? “Seventy times seven.” Four hundred and ninety times? No, until I actually do it, that’s what he means. When I really succeed in putting him into the state where it is his dwelling place, he occupies it, and the world reflects it. He dwells in that state and the world sees him as that being and now he is happy in that state. Only then can you relax.327 ¶26