Only This

Only Peace

2011-04-12T16:29:00.000-06:00

Let me find what was not lost.
Lost only means I forgot where it is.
Let me now remember.

Let me know my one problem is solved.
All problems are really one.
Let me see my peace revealed.

The world I thought I saw fell away
as it seemed to appear.
There is nothing outside me.

I thought nothing was everything,
and everything, nothing.
I was mistaken.

One goes with me,
my Self.
As my Self, I am unlimited.

Let me lose myself.
Let me find my Self.
Only peace.

I Am Gone Home

2011-04-09T10:03:00.004-06:00

Bereft of words,
symbols of meaning.
They dance along the edge,
adrift from the heart of knowledge.

Am I a word,
then of what am I deprived?
From whose heart have I drifted,
have I lost myself?

Looted my own store,
ravaged my own crop?
Alone along the hills,
edge of a self not itself.

Mistaken,
but mistakes are corrected.
Mind forgot its power,
Thing itself, never lost.

Desert of words,
yet they grow.
Rooted purchase,
oasis of syntax.

The knowing Self,
my home.
That ancient house,
of many mansions.

Dreaming,
but dreams are healed.
Unalone after all,
the hills begin to sing.

Dimly,
I recall home.
More legend,
than memory.

Home is what matters to the far traveler.

Desert hills,
red, lowing sun.
Their song a choir's whisper,
angels robed, hems untouched.

Row upon row,
blue, gold, blue.
The quiet descends,
the ages weep for joy.

Memory comes to a quiet mind,
longing becomes a tenuous faith.
Behind me,
a garden.

Night sky,
pregnant with stars.
I walk,
under a whitelace moon.

Once dreamed of waking,
huddled in a corner.
Right angle of a century,
Who'd it been, speaking?

Just a thought,
did it say?
Voice without a face,
high-raftered owl.

Hot midnite wind,
to these ears, a thousand wings.
Justathoughtjustathought,
the deeper grows my forgetting.

Thinking made it so,
the cracking dawn said.
The horizon laughed,
but not unkindly.

Once a creator,
now a perceiver.
I dreamed ideas leave their source,
the owl only stared.

Peace

2010-12-25T15:15:00.003-07:00

There is a peace that is not of this world. There is nothing beyond it, nothing outside it, not one thing before it, nor after it.

This peace has no opposite, knows no death, nor mourning, nor grave, only the eternal spaciousness of now.

What must be done to reach this peace, to know it, to share it? Nothing. It is simply ours.

Let This Pass

2010-04-30T06:22:00.003-06:00

Let this pass from me. Let it pass to my understanding that it never was. If it never was, it must have passed as it appeared, yet never appeared. How did the impossible happen? Well, it never happened.

Even this tiny sliver of the Whole, this “I”, yes I am loved as the Son, as I would love a cell from my body that suddenly gained conscious awareness and declared it was the whole body.

We are not meant to be separated, and so we in truth are not. We will not be absorbed into a vast gestalt. No, we already are Who and What we are.

What we call our individuality is just what we thought we stole from Heaven. We have but to give it back. I begin by telling myself not to fear my own mind.

The moment we say we have only to give back what we thought we stole, and the moment we see that we never left Heaven, are the same moment. Nothing has changed, nor could it. And so, I would let this pass.

The Moving Hand

2010-04-27T06:24:00.001-06:00

What is God? I ask myself this question, then I sense a deeper question: Why do I not know what God is? This is my real question, my true prayer. I should know my own Creator...I should not be apart from my Creator...I did not create myself.

Asking such questions is a sign that we are split off from our Creator, each other, and ourselves. But these questions are designed to distract us from knowing that we are not apart from God. We seek, but we are terrified to find.

It accomplishes nothing to ask a question but not desire the answer or accept it when it comes. Asking what is God keeps me here. The question comes not from idle curiosity, but from fear. An entire world and universe sprang up before our sight because we were afraid and forgot to remember that we are God's Holy Son.

Place your hand on the table. Let it be still. Now declare: "I will move my hand." As you make that declaration, hold your hand still. "I will move my hand now. It is fully functional, and capable of movement, so I will now move my hand"...All the while keep your hand still. You do not really want to move your hand, so you hold it there even as you demand that it move.

This is what we do when we ask a question but refuse the answer. We do not want to know.

We are not little creatures, we are aspects of our Self. Our Self is not some nebulous unknown into which we move, to ultimately lose ourselves. That is the illusion, that is what keeps us here. We really believe we did some terrible harm to our Home; we really believe we offended, even enraged, our Creator. All the while we remain Home. Our return to the place we never left has been accomplished. We already are what we seek. Being chased out of the Garden was a dream, a mistake on our part. The mistake was instantly corrected. It will not repeat because it never took place.

I must look at my fear, because if it is buried, I cannot heal the illusion. I must look directly at the illusion so I can see it for what it is. And so moves the hand.

Sing

2010-04-25T08:04:00.000-06:00

We are afraid of being one. We think we are separated, individual, unique, special. Not only do we think it, we demand it. We fear being absorbed into some strange, vague, impersonal "oneness". But if it is true that "we" are one unlimited Self, it follows that we already are that Self; we are not becoming one, we are one.

The part of us that thinks it is separate is simply afraid. It thinks it must hide from its creator. The world we see sprang into awareness (perception) in reaction to our mistaken thought that we were suddenly apart from God.

We have become expert at claiming spirituality while at once clinging to our special individuality. We might believe God is all there is, but still demand the equation, "God plus me." And I am no different. Ego still tries to rule in me. It is just that I sense something else, another self.

I hear another song beneath what the ego is singing. This is because the ego is not singing: the ego does not exist. And yet, it is part of our mind, because we made the ego. But so powerful, so creative is mind, so powerful is belief, the ego appears very real to us. It demands, it attacks. Its question is not "What am I?", but "What are you?" Thus, our mind is split.

By and large, the world is afraid of exploring mind. Whole religions teach their followers not to go within: "Devils live there." We did not actually forget that we are mind (that we are spirit); we only dreamed it so. When I go into my mind, I know that if I come across something that frightens, I made that something. It is not something apart from me, over which I have no control or defense. I know my beliefs, emotions, expectations, come together to form my experience.

One night a woman had a nightmare. She was in a strange house. It was dark. She was being pursued by a monstrous demon. After being chased and nearly cornered several times, the demon's hot breath scorching the back of her neck, the exhausted, terrified woman at last could run no longer. As the hideous thing lurched up, nearly touching her, she screamed: "Who are you! Why are you chasing me! What do you want!" At that, the demon stopped, put its hands in the air, shrugged its shoulders, and replied softly, "I don't know, lady. It's your dream."

An old tale, not original with me. But it speaks to our forgetting that we are doing this. This is our dream. Thus, it is our song to sing. We did not write the song anymore than we created ourselves. We have a Creator, but we seem to not know "Him". We seem to be hiding. I no longer wish to hide. Sing we all the song.

Where is Outside?

2010-04-20T07:51:00.001-06:00

We think we are looking at something outside us. "Outside" is meaningless, an invention we made to hide from what we really are. It feels as if we are inside what we call "bodies". That is why it seems there is an outside. Everything we see is images we made. This includes the body. It is an image too, but we tend to overlook that. This is an ego-trick. The ego wants desperately to keep what it thinks it has. Without the body, we are free.

In truth, we are free anyway. The body makes us certain that we are bound to limits. The body cannot contain us. If it can keep us convinced of an outside world, the ego can hold us hostage. Sometimes I can see my ego objectively, as if it were across the room. The ego is a thought of separation, and the body is the symbol of separation.

Certainly, there is no separation. Separation is not our nature. What is not our nature cannot exist, yet we are clearly capable of great imaginings. But perception is perception, as a child with imaginary friends. But creation is eternal. Creation is one. "What is one cannot have separate parts." --A Course In Miracles.

We have convinced ourselves that we do not know what "God" is. We do know. We are not separate from God. There is no line, no division, between us and God. This little body, its little fingers tapping away--it knows nothing. Nor does the self that thinks it is inside this body. So what is it that comes out here? It must be that everything I see, including the body, is in my mind. This means I am responsible for everything I see. Thus, it must be that I (we) never left Home (God).

Nor could we ever leave. "God Wills you be in Heaven..." --ACIM.

A Profound Silence

2010-04-17T07:09:00.002-06:00

I hear a voice that does not speak. I hear it perfectly, and I understand its wordless message. I am not separate from it, only thought I was. But that thought, being of mind, had all the power of mind, though its effects were unreal. The voice I hear tells me I but dream, and my dream is very real to me. I believe in the dream more than in the voice. In the belief lies the power of mind.

I trust the voice that does not speak, as my belief in the dream lessens. It was the valley of death, and I walked through it for an instant and saw that I’d been home all along. It is not my Creator’s Will that I be anywhere but home. My Creator’s Will is my will. I will the end of dreams.

There is nowhere but home. The sky is never dark, nothing whithers to die. There are no opposites, no gradations. Here my joy is true, for I see all it means, all it is, and that forever.

A profound silence fills and defines and is, everything. The nightmares, their terror, all nothing. Shadows. It seemed so real, but all along that tiny moment of fear, the voice remained: “Look. I am with you always.” Dreams are dreams, but home is real.

I did not scar the walls of heaven, only dreamed it so. How does perfect love allow something unlike itself? Here at home the sky is never angry. Everything is everything. Infinite creation abides. I need not hide myself. I am one with my Self.

The shadows I made are mine. They cannot harm me. I thought they could, but I was mistaken in my fear. I will not fear, for You are with me. Here in the silence, in this perfect rest, this infinite peace…there are no shadows. Amen.

Home All Along

2010-04-14T06:05:00.001-06:00

How far do I want to go? I tell myself I want to wake and see that I was always home. Yet I persist in this dream of separation. A Course In Miracles tells me I do not know the thing that I am. It also tells me the world is over. It was over in the same instant it seemed to appear in the mind of God's Son. We are God's Son.

I think I am this small creature living a small life, a tiny march of days toward a frightening mystery called death. I sense the other self that ACIM tells me about ("Myself is nothing, but my Self is everything.") The truth is, I (we) did awake. Here is a tiny portion of mind that stubbornly holds on to a non-event, a tiny stab of fear. We think we harmed Heaven, our home. We think we betrayed our Creator. We are afraid of turning back. Thus, we have legends of an angry God punishing His sinful creation.

That must be why I claim to want to wake, but seem to remain "here".

The world is our hiding place. We made it to hide from God.

We each see our own version of the world. As one, we agree to its basic dimensions, and rules, like gravity. We forgot we made the world, and so deep is our forgetting that anyone who dares to declare otherwise is seen as crazy.

I want to know what I really am. I want to go beyond theory. The world I made is not my home. I (we) never left home, nor could we. We are deeply confused. But confusion, which is a form of fear, a turning away from love, is unreal. Only the real exists.

I awoke long ago, and I'd been home all along.

Deepest Heart

2010-04-09T08:19:00.000-06:00

I made (or make) the world that I see. It is my version of the greater world. Thus, I am responsible for what I see. I think I understand what that means, yet I must remind myself that it is so. I forget. I get caught up in the (my) perception of an outside world coming at me. But the world I see is not coming at me, it is coming from me.

The world I see is neutral, but the thoughts that form it are not neutral. Mind is very powerful, and never stops. I want very much to go beyond these writings, the text of my deepest heart. I want to awaken, and see that I was always home. When I say that, it reminds me that I did awaken. The world that I still react to as if it is outside me is over. It is over because it never was.

This "I" thinks it is autonomous. It thinks it is separate from "you". It thinks there is a world outside. Not only does it think these things, it demands these things are so. It defends these beliefs with a great ferocity. It keeps the world before me, blinding me to my own reality. At the same time, it prevents me from recalling, realizing, that I am responsible for it. This "I" is the self I made. It does not exist.

But then, what does exist? I sense another self, even now, in this false present. It exists. It is not apart, it is not separate, it is not another self. It just feels that way, because I have been so convinced that I am an individual being, living among other beings, that I forgot how to recognize my Self. "Myself is nothing, but my Self is everything." --A Course In Miracles."

I am learning, when I speak about myself, to picture everything, every rock, every flower, every slap, every caress, as included in this "I". In other words, I am learning that everything I see (including what I think I cannot see), is me. Yes, even the "bad" things. This exercise helps me to forgive the world I see. I imagine this "I" as a radio tower, broadcasting its signal to all the earth, and "out" to the universe. But I must keep in mind that I am forming the earth and universe; not that it all exists on its own, and I move into it. I am making it.

But I must accept that I want the world I see. I believe this is what ACIM means when it says that we must hide nothing from the Holy Spirit. I see a world because I want a world. I want to hide. I am afraid. I am convinced of my unworthiness. I am a sinner, a murderer, a cheater of a divine love that I fear is a damning love. And yet, I still want it.

This is the hell we know. It is all we know. We catch glimpses, flashes of light, but the world is given precedence because it is so loud, so garish in its seeming assault on our senses. But all the while, One goes with us. That One is us.

My Prayer

2010-04-04T08:30:00.006-06:00

We do not understand. "I do not know the thing that I am." --A Course In Miracles. We appear to be separated, but I believe we are not.

I believe it because I have demonstrated to myself over many years that the world I see changes as my attitude toward it changes: Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

We feel as if we had been placed here. We seem to be at the mercy of outside forces (weather, the actions of others). "Others". What does that mean? What does "weather" mean, for that matter? Both terms suggest a separation. There seems to be an outside, an apartness, an isolation. There seems to be a part of us that denies anything that pulls our attention away from our separateness.

The ego. That part of us that we made when we thought we lost our Creator. Not just lost, but enraged "Him". We thought we needed to hide, to bury this horrible sense of guilt at having offended "Him". Thus, legends were born of a terrible force outside us that created us not like itself.

I have no interest in precluding anyone's beliefs; we are all "here" to find our way, and we all use different methods. It follows that I would have no interest in convincing anyone of anything. I simply speak of what I feel deeply.

The world I see is my own version; the world you see is yours. We agree in basic terms, let's say, that a couch is a couch. We both see the couch, and can measure its dimensions, basically agreeing to these. But I am forming my own couch, and you are forming yours. Mine will not be exactly like yours, and yours will not be exactly like mine. Yet, their basic dimensions will agree. For some strange reason, most people seem to find this idea quite outrageous. But to me, it makes perfect sense.

But is there really a "me" as separate from "you"? Is there really some sort of a being that created you and I as separate selves, as if from a recipe?

Or is there "something" that we only thought was apart from us? What if our hiding need not be, thus never was? What if we are one unlimited, perfect being, at one with our Creator? I do not understand why that idea should be considered weird, or crazy.

Fear gave rise to the legends. Peace heals their effects, which never happened. "My brother, what you thought you saw was never there." --ACIM.There is part of us that knows (not believes, but knows) that fear is not real. I am convinced that this part of us brought forth A Course In Miracles, and every other teaching. There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it. This part of us is our Self.

I pray. I close my eyes, and I pray. My prayer is in reverence for All That Is, my Creator, my beautiful mystery which is no mystery. My prayer erases the illusion of differences, this religion against that. My prayer is all-inclusive, as my Creator is all-inclusive, because my Creator is perfect love, and only this. Amen.

We do understand. It is not true that we cannot see these things.

The Second Voice

2010-04-03T07:20:00.004-06:00

It sounds like this:

I want to be separate. In fact, I demand it. I want to be an individual, distinct from everyone else, and everything else. I want to be special. I want you to play roles: cousin, sibling, friend, spouse, neighbor, citizen of another town, state, country. I want to at once hold you close and keep you apart, away from me. I do not know what I am, and that scares me. So, I pretend I know what I am; I discover all that I find around me, all the various things I label "nature." Or "universe." I learn how these work, all the many attributes of the natural world around me.

That is the loud voice we accept as our voice, our self. But there is another voice. Actually, there is but one voice, we just perceive two. The voice we perceive as loud is a sort of whistling in the dark as we make our frightened way: "Look! I'm not afraid. Here I am! I'm headed home!"

Might it be true that we are one infinite self? Would this self not be the "second" voice? Called the still small voice, but "still" and "small" only because we demand the first voice be real. Why should that idea, that we are not separated beings, but one self, be so strange an idea to us? Why so frightening a thought?

Because we think it means we lose something precious to us. Our individuality. I pause from typing, and I look up. There are two little shelves above my head. There I have some books, and various things that I treasure: a couple of old bookends I inherited from my mother, engraved with the image of a World War One aviator...various things scattered around me. Me.

What is "me"? Why do I still refer to "my" body as myself? Why do I look at these objects without automatically knowing they are part of me, pieces of my own mind? Why should that thought be so outrageous? I feel as if I am stuck inside what we call a body. I have a thing inside my skull that seems to make me think and speak, and able to observe what is called the outside world. Why does it seem so strange for me to understand that everything I see...is me?

I have to remind myself that the world I see is in my mind, that I invented the world I see. A Course In Miracles teaches this, that we made the world up. But long before I had heard of ACIM,I always had a sense of "I am doing this". It makes perfect sense to me, and yet I still give more attention to the loud voice than the still voice. Why?

As soon as I ask "why", the "small" voice tells me to be still. The voice reminds me that the Course also says, "myself is nothing, but my Self is everything." This tells me that the self we think we are, demand to be...that we made that self up in order to perceive the world we made in which to hide from our Self, which is us! "There is no world!" --ACIM.

As I ask what is "me", it follows that I would ask, what is "you". You must be my brother. Not your body, but you. Beneath your loud voice. It must be that we made one another. We needed something with which to perceive this world we were forming out of our fear and guilt for our perception that we enraged our Creator. So this body came to be. We are hiding.

It is impossible that we are scattered, isolated beings scrambling on a great rock in a cold dark space. It has been asked, "How did the impossible happen?" For me, the simple answer is that it didn't! Is that not the whole point? The world is but a tiny instant of fear that was gone in that same instant in which it seemed to appear. We need not demand to be anything that we are not. The world is over.

I hear morning birds outside my window. Their song reminds me of the Song we all hear. It is eternal. I need not fight against the world I see (the sounds I hear). I need only forgive (overlook) the world. The world is shadows. It lasted an instant because it never was. It is not our Creator's Will, and so it is not our will, as His Son.

The Voice

2010-03-30T05:03:00.004-06:00

I listen to the Voice I am convinced I cannot hear. It protects me by knowing for me that there is nothing to be protected from. This Voice is everything I am in truth. It is the true "I". I think I cannot hear the Voice because I believe wrongly that the loud voice (the ego) is real.

The "I" who now types these letters thinks it is a body, or at least in a body, but the body is unreal, nothing but an image designed to hide my sense of fear, and guilt that came from the fear...but the only thing that "came from" anywhere, is God's holy Son. We are God's Son. None is special, meaning none is isolated. The fear was over in the same instant it seemed to come. In our terms, we awoke long ago, and were always home. "I awoke long ago, and went home."

It always seems hard when we bring teaching into practice in The Real World. We want little to do with our lofty beliefs when things are not going well. But what is the point of having them if we cannot use them to help us when we are in turmoil?

I look "out" at the world, and I say, "This is inside my mind. I am doing this." I am doing this is never an accusation. It is a blessing. There is nothing or no one to accuse me except me...this small "I" that thinks it types, and goes to work, and wants things but does not know why. A Course In Miracles says we are not seeing, but making images. We forgot that our mind is very powerful and never stops creating. We have hypnotized ourselves into believing we are each one alone inside a body.

The word, blessing just came into my mind. Remember that there are no opposites. Love as Love is has no opposite...so it is with peace and blessing, and The Whole of God. God is indeed whole, but this does not mean that God is limited. Words cannot define or describe what God actually is. I can and do experience God to my own level of understanding (the little "I"); God is more and more of God Itself. Or Himself, whatever word you prefer. God is Love. This means everything we think we see, never took place...except the love; loving thoughts that transcend our fear as we look out at a dangerous world. But we forgot that we are forming that world. So if it is dangerous it is we who make it so. If we could remember that we are part of God, and allow ourselves to know this is not arrogant, we would awaken and return to Him Who we never could leave.

Yet we have awakened and returned. It is not the Will of God that God's Son be anything other than just that. God's Son. Only this.

Thus the Voice is "heard": Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

All our image-making did nothing. God did not create the world we think we see, but God created His Son, and as His Son, we can imagine as well as create.

Our Peace

2010-03-13T08:40:00.006-07:00

We tend to declare that God is all there is without understanding what it means. If God, also known as All That Is (see the Seth books by Jane Roberts) really is all, what does that make us, you and me?

Why do we not know the answer? Why are we stuck in bodies while God is apparently spirit? Why are we not with "Him"? It seems clear to me that if what we call "God" is all there is, then "you" and "I", as separated selves living out tiny days, our bodies in a constant state of decay, rotting until the day we finally cast them off, we must then be illusion.

It is obvious to me that if God is All That Is, then we must be part of "Him". Does God rot, fall apart, fall into dust? Why then, do we? Our physical selves are more important to us than God. We cling desperately to the physical even as we claim to be spiritual. In a spiritual training class years ago, I heard one student make reference to the "real world." In that moment I began to see what I call the great dichotomy: "Oh, yes, I am spiritual, but it is certainly the physical 'real world' that truly matters!"

The world is seen as real, as solid. Spirituality is seen as ephemeral, even if we consider ourselves to be very spiritual. We still come from the point of view of physical first. But who could blame us? This is our focus. We are focused intensely on this thing we call physicality. I see it as looking through a microscope. When one looks through a microscope, one sees the field, and the world outside that tiny field seems to go away. We are focused so intensely on the world, that we forgot we made it up, as our Self, God's Son as God created us. We project these images, forget we projected them, then react to them as if they are assailing us. It is not our nature to focus. We are clearly capable of great focus, but this is because mind is free, and never stops creating.

We want very much to hold onto our individual selves. We want our specialness, our uniqueness. Even as I type these words, I know my ego desires to remain. It only knows to hold on to its existence. It demands to be autonomous. If it can convince me that I am a body, then it has won; if the ego can cause me to be unaware of the crumbling nature of physicality, which it does by keeping my attention toward what it demands is life, then it has me.

But we made the ego. What we make we can unmake. "Make" in this context means to perceive rather than create. In our self-induced hypnosis, we have made up a world and a universe. Everything herein is made to keep our attention away from Who/What we really are. That is why spirituality is seen as an interesting subject, while the physical is given precedence.

The only thing that makes sense to me is that "God" must be the truth of us. The reality behind that word: God, must be perfect love. Not jealousy, not anger, not any of the frailties we humans would place upon "Him", but just love. Is not the whole basis of religion fear? Is that not the bottom line? Religion sees threat everywhere, as does the ego, because if it (ego) can keep us focused on some outside terror, it can maintain its dominance. Can we see that the ego invented religion?

If I am special, does that not mean that the next person is not special? How can I be set apart from you? My specialness precludes yours, and yours precludes mine. Why should you look away from that? We are not separate. Separation is illusion. We see everything backwards. It is spirituality that is real, and the physical unreal. Only the real exists. What we call physical is simple images we cast to keep our awareness away from our reality. We did this spontaneously in our creation because we had a tiny moment of fear. But it is not God's Will, nor ours as His Son, that fear be real. Thus, the world is not real.

There is not God plus Pearl Harbor; there is not God plus 9/11; there is not God plus the awful things done to me when I was small. Perfect love is our reality. Why should we fear that? It is not our nature to be split into untold pieces.

God is All That Is. Therefore, we are part of God. We are God's Son. Our perfect oneness cannot be taken away. Every glance in kindness, every touch without thought for a touch in return; each song written in love; the poetry of the deepest heart...all this and every good in which thrives the awareness that to give is to receive...Herein lies His peace. Our peace.

The Peace of the Ages

2010-03-08T06:41:00.002-07:00

It begins with the body's eyes closed. The Flow comes in, I can feel it. It does not bring words, I translate what it brings into words. Two weeks ago, in my terms of time, I asked what else it wanted me to say.

The reality is infinitely better than all our many beliefs. But where is this reality? It must be right here, where "we" seem to be. "Look. I am with you always." --Jesus Christ.

There is no anger here. I sense no jealousy, nor vengeance. I am not afraid. I have no sense that I will be kept out of some exclusive club simply because I do not subscribe to certain beliefs. The Flow brings its gift of perfect love, and only this.

I say these things not to change anyone's mind. Our many beliefs form our own version of reality, but they do nothing to the one Reality of Who and What we really are, beneath dreams of separation. We all, each one, are "where" the deeper part of us chose to be.

I say these things because I have felt them since I was very small. Even during the long years of my turning away from them, they remained with me. I trust them. I do not care that I cannot see, I trust them anyway, because I trust their Source. Here is the peace of the ages.

I know I will not be slapped down for my reverence to the Source. I come in the light of my reverence, see not the structure of my altar, but the altar itself. I believe not in mad skies, the bitter doom of a cosmic punisher.

Our ego will not prevail against this peace, as the ego is unreal. The peace is very real. Only what is real exists. The ego is our thought of separation, the body is its home. The whole world is made to support the body, and maintain the dream of our being separate from each other. But we are one. Not simply different "special" versions of one life, but one whole infinite Self; innocent, perfect, holy.

We forgot that we are creators. We forgot that we did not create ourselves. We forgot our Source. We forgot that we are one with our Source. And yet, all is well. All is well because it is not the Will of our Source that anything but perfect peace, perfect love, be ours. We forgot to laugh at simple images, and now we think the images are real. "I am with you always."

Only perfect love exists. Only this. Everything else is make-believe. I seek the peace even as it surges through the body's fingers as they type; I seek it even as it informs my unending trust in it; I seek what has always been mine...been ours, as one.

The Sky

2010-03-03T05:03:00.002-07:00

The sky was (is) bright, clouds parting as I drifted past. Oh the peace. I mean peace with no opposite. This is the point, you see. There is no opposite to peace as peace is, beneath the ego's shouts to the contrary.

The sky did not ask my religion, nor my politics, nor my nationality. It was simply blue with some clouds. It was silent, and the depth of its silence cannot be expressed with any language. No strings attached.

Reality has no opposite. Joy, love, peace, as they are, simply live forever unopposed, because nothing else exists. Only this.

I Choose Sight

2010-02-15T07:35:00.003-07:00

Our thoughts, or what we call our thoughts, appear as images; we call these images "the world". I see my own version of the world, and you see yours. We both agree telepathically that we are seeing the same world (the same room, the same basketball, the same car.) But I can't see through your eyes, and you can't see through mine.

We are not meant to be separate beings, and so in truth, we are not. It's a dream, a wispy veil covering our true sight. What we actually are is beyond words, and not of this world. There is no language that can be employed to describe it (us).

The ego is still present in me. The ego is the thought we had that we were suddenly separated from our Creator. We now think that we are each an isolated being, set off one from the other. I can tell the ego to get behind me, as Jesus Christ told Satan (I believe Satan is a symbol for the ego).

The ego does not exist. We invented it when we found we could no longer see our Creator. Invention comes from a sense of lack; but there is no lack. We believe in scarcity. We are confused and frightened. We forgot to laugh when the images (the world) came into our awareness. Then we forgot we are doing this. Now we are convinced that the world is very real, and that it is coming at us rather than from us.

Because we believe we are inside a body, our awareness stuck inside a skull, the world seems to be outside us. There is nothing outside. There is no outside. The world we see is not only in our mind; all the various objects we see are basically pieces of our mind. We each make our own version of a world; when the versions are combined, we think it is all one world. The thoughts we think we are thinking appear as images that we call "the world".

"There is a light in you the world cannot perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world. Yet you have eyes to see it. It is there for you to look upon. It was not placed in you to be kept hidden from your sight...To feel the Love of God within you is to see the world anew, shining in innocence, alive with hope, and blessed with perfect charity and love." --A Course In Miracles.

I choose sight.

The Eastern Star

2009-12-23T06:55:00.001-07:00

The Song plays on in this forever-now; it calls. I only dream I can't hear it, for there is no chance of my not hearing what is forever mine. The little life I think I have, this is but a desperate refusal to let go a tiny moment of fear that was healed and gone in my (our) creation. Herein lies the clue of the ages, not because You tease us with some grand mystery, as if You were a cosmic fooler. No, it is a clue because we who dream of separation catch glimpses of our Reality: You. Our Home.

Our tiny moment of fear made us feel suddenly alone, and this made us feel as if we had betrayed You. But You, being perfect Love and only this, know that we, Your Son, remain forever as created. But our sense that we threw our Home away was so unbearable that we fell into a deep sleep and dreamed we were many. This in order to displace this terrible guilt onto others like us, but different. We needed something to perceive with, so we made bodies, thus a world in which to house the bodies.

But Dearest, You simply sing to us, knowing we never could leave Home, only dreamt it so. We think we cannot understand this, but we are simply hiding. Yet truthfully, we awoke in the same instant that we slept, as it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son. Thus, the hiding--and the world--is over. The Eastern Star hangs in a night sky we made because we believed in darkness; but the Star gently reminds that nothing unreal exists, no one real has been harmed.

There is no harm, no dark sky; none but a tiny forgetting that we are with You; and since it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son--forever one with You--neither harm nor dark skies can exist: They are unreal. As are the stories we told ourselves, thus our children, of an angry god, a god who holds "love" in one hand, and dangerous rage in the other; whose all-too-human failings would have destroyed him eons before he had even a thought of making a little planet, and peopling it with tiny creatures with huge desires they know nothing of, then punish them when they err.

Dearest, my Creator--Father/Mother/Great Spirit--I yearn for You, though You are right where I (think I) am; my (our) nightmares mean nothing. They cannot prevail against the peace You Will for us. What is called the Holy Spirit, our link to the memory of Who we really are; is this the Star we see? Are we one with that Light that never goes out (because "going out" has no meaning)? The Whole of us, called The Christ, remembers You. "He" is the Self we thought we lost, but no, not ever, because You are perfect Love. Thus, we are not stepchildren.

I want to remember You. I find I think of You more and more as I go about these little days with which the world I see is cloaked. Everything I see, I make; everything I see is not only in my mind, it is my mind. And You are right "here". You are in everything I see; this means what I see is a result of perception, thus has no effects; because since You are in everything I see, everything I see must be but shadows on the walls of my mind. Is this not so, Father?

Yes, the Song calls. The Star shines, its sparkle a calm and gentle reminder that God's sleeping Son awoke long ago in his terms of time; awoke and saw his (our) Creator holding us in His perfect Love. The light we see is the light we are. The gifts we receive are those we had given. Creation, after all, is sharing. Sing we all the Song, recall our Home we never could leave; this is ours, this perfect mind we dreamed had split into untold pieces. We awoke, nothing was lost; we shared a gentle laugh. Thank You, Dearest. Amen.

I Believe In The Light

2009-12-10T06:44:00.002-07:00

This morning, before dawn, I woke and saw through barely open eyes, a golden light. The light seemed to be coming through branches of a tree. My eyes opened as if by their own volition, and I realized I was looking at the floor lamp at the end of the couch. The lamp was off.

I believe such a light exists. I believe it is here, right where we (think we) are. I think the light is not a figment of imagination, nor synapses firing; I believe in the light.

We who dream we are no more than skin stretched over a collection of bones; we whose joy demands its opposite; we who believe in darkness...we are the offspring of this light!

And such peace! No opposite to this. Attendant to the light, but one with it. Yes, and it seems so still, yet a certain passion rides along with it; a passion for creativity, as this is its nature. To be creative; to dance the eternal dance.

I said the light seemed to come through trees, but it was not sunlight; and maybe the branches were symbols for our veiled vision. I recently practiced seeing this light "in" all the people, buildings, cars...What I saw cannot be put into words.

There is a Song. Somehow, it is not so that we cannot hear its melody. We simply shut off our hearing when we made these ears. The body's ears were made to hear a world that is not there, as the body's eyes were made to see that illusory world. We all know the Song.

The light faded as I opened the body's eyes, and saw the dark lamp shade. I was not disappointed, as I know by now that the light cannot go away. It is here, it is eternal, it is real. It was I who returned to the physical, as we always do, because we are convinced it is our home, when Home awaits in perfect patience.

Only This (first version. Unfinished.)

2009-12-06T15:31:00.004-07:00

Are we adrift? Is there no shore? Is it true that we are the creation of infinite anger? Do ancient words have power over us, or is it we who decide how to interpret? How many ways to see the same teaching?

There is “something” here. It is felt so deeply that most of us are unaware of its life within us. But it is not so that we cannot see, and this something is more than within us.
This is more than a sense, more than some indistinct presence, that cannot really do anything for us but watch as we struggle along our frightened way, whistling in the dark. The ancient words say that it is closer than skin. But then they say other things that make us more afraid. This contradiction tears at us with fingers of old shame, their nails dirty with the guilt of ages past.

We keep reading, trying to understand. But which is it? Are we damned, or blessed? If we cannot untangle this burden, then let us release it, and begin again.

Come. Rest here. For not only is there a shore, it is our home, and we never did leave it…and we never could. We can pretend we left it, and we do. We act as if we are separated from this something, which created us. Yes, we are created. We act as if we are also separated from ourselves, and from one another. But in truth, there is no “other”. And yet, there are many “others”, with different beliefs and from different religions, or no religion. But even those with no religion, who think they just popped out of nowhere, from nothing, into nothing; they sense as well this something…this energy, this presence, this everywhere existent, that we call “God.”

Once we say that word, what is left? Do we cower, cover our nakedness, or do we see at last the reality behind the old legends of our Creator? No, be brave. So afraid have we been, that we see controversy in not using the uppercase letter, and in avoiding the many pronouns to describe “Him”. Or “She”. Or “It”. There is no need to fear. If you want to use capital letters, then use them. Let us ask the reader to use whatever pronoun is comfortable, and let us continue.
God does not ask, “What have you done?” He knows His creation only as He created it. Does He think we are wicked? How could He think so, and Himself remain good? If His perfect creation, His Son, does horrible things to his brother, how does God remain sane? How is there peace if even one soul burns? It is hard to see how on one hand, God has only one Son, but on the other hand, His Son has a brother. Hard, but not impossible.

The Teaching of the Ages

2009-09-27T05:52:00.001-06:00

The teaching of the ages will transform the individual. Great religions will fall, and of course many will see this fall as the end of the world, and from the outside looking in, it will seem so. All great transformation, whether on a personal scale, or global, causes upheaval.

The individual will see (all this is very gradual, though it may not feel gradual) at first a connectedness to and with all things. There will grow a great awareness of mind; science will at last have to accept that mind forms what we call matter.

The individual will go beyond the idea of "oneness" as it is presently taught; oneness will be understood as not simply everyone being connected yet separate, but as one whole Self. The first thought that comes is: "We will lose ourselves! Our individuality. I don't want to be absorbed into some impersonal mass of one mind..." Consider that nothing is lost. It is not necessary to understand everything. How does the eternally found become lost?

As the individual changes, there will be a deeper sense of love for the other. Not the old warm and fuzzy demonstrative love, in which we tended to hide ourselves, but love as love is. I believe it will begin (or has begun) in concert with a "new" awareness that we are non-physical beings, and that we invented the physical, we made it up, as a child makes up an imaginary world. Our clinging to physicality while we profess our deep spirituality...this will fade away as we come to recognize that there are no opposites...no divisions to Self.

We made up the physical world to hide in. We became afraid for an instant, and these images came into our perfect Mind. They lasted but an instant and were gone. What we now think we experience is but the memory, or more clearly, our repeating, replaying, of that memory. The world was over long ago, in our terms of linear time. We remain as created.

Now we are talking about changing, transforming, but we are not really transforming at all. It is but our perception. We already are everything. All that is "changing" is our awareness, and our choice. There are two choices, yet in truth, there is only one choice, as the other is false, born of fear, a tiny crazy instant wherein we thought we lost our Creator, angered our Creator. But our Creator is perfect Love. Thus, we are perfect Love.

Old long-entrenched ways of being and doing the world's business, are dying out. The old ways no longer work, if they ever really did. There will be violent opposition, as there always has been when great transformation occurs. For those that cling to the old ways will surely see that their world is coming to an end.

It will be proven by science that we have not only a physical body, but an ethereal body, or astral body. This idea will no longer be seen as esoteric, but as scientific fact. When the world begins to see what freedom it has, the individual witnessing and practicing the power of this freedom, there will be no more nations, nothing to kill for. Nothing to die for (death will be seen as false, too).

We will see that the old idea of "we cannot know 'good' without knowing 'bad'", is also false. But the false will drop away on its own. We need not do anything to it. When I choose to see clearly, the scales drop off. When I choose to stop seeing clearly, the scales come back. But the scales remain illusion. My (our) sight however, is very real, and eternal.

There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it.

"All you need to do..."

2009-07-22T05:54:00.003-06:00

In certain terms, "we" do not exist. We are as characters in a dream, and we in turn dream. A wise teacher said, "There is no end to the 'within' of things." Mind never stops creating. But herein lies a clue. "I" sit here and tap on these little black plastic keys, which in certain terms also do not exist; I think I am a person, a man, separate and special. I write about mind as if it is "over there" somewhere, apart from me--as if I am not mind. We became confused, and now we think everything is outside, and coming toward us, and attacking us from all sides. We call it "the world".

We are mind, trying to learn what mind is. Just as scientists use their brains to study how the brain works, do you see? We have forgotten that we are mind. We have forgotten that we are one unlimited Self, holy, innocent, perfect, and at perfect peace; changeless in this eternal now. And we hear faint echoes of our own Voice, and we are so confused, we think it is from something unknown, apart from us. "You are too confused to recognize your own hope." --A Course In Miracles.

We are not really separate beings. We are not lost. We are not confined. We are free! It is not that we have been made individual, with individual lives, then suddenly be faced with this infinite Self that swallows us up, and forces us to be absorbed into Its all-ness, and "we" are no more.

What if a small piece of my personality broke off, became self-aware? It has no idea where it is, or what it is, just that it is suddenly aware that it lives. It looks and sees me, and becomes afraid, not realizing that it IS ME. It does not know how powerful it is, having forgotten that it is one with me, thus possessing all my power of mind. It did not create itself, but now it believes itself apart from me. This creates guilt, because this tiny aspect of me thinks I created it apart from me, when it is actually part of me. It thinks it offended me, and this drives it into such agony that it cannot bear to keep the pain. So the tiny "self" makes other selves, onto whom it can deflect its guilt at having angered its "God". So now everything is based on that one tiny instant of fear. The aspect personality now sleeps and dreams of a world in which it hides from me (itself).

We think that if we can make up our own world, we can hide from God. We do not understand that there is no need to hide from God. God is perfect love. But this is even more frightening than the prospect of "His" wrath. We are terrified of the idea of perfect love...it cannot possibly be true after all...just look at the world...no, we are obviously being pursued by a raging monster-god, bent on our complete destruction.

We think that if we can create ourselves, be our own god, we will be safe here in this world we made then forgot we made.

But God only knows us as God created us. We are as created. Nothing changed, nor could it change. The world is a dream, a tiny mad idea that we are separate from perfect love. Not only separate, but that we tried to kill perfect love, and make up our own love, and send out our terrible guilt, pin it on "others". Then we will not have to see it in ourselves, for it is far too ugly to hold within our own hearts.

We never left Home, nor could we. We are part of God. We have but to decide what we want to see; the world we made, or the truth of what we really are. This One Voice we think we cannot hear...it is our own Voice...it is wholly certain that all is well. "All you need to do is accept what I am telling you." --ACIM.

Not looking at our guilt keeps us "here".

Only This, pg 23

2009-07-04T08:12:00.005-06:00

Truth comes through this filter of mind, thus may appear to contradict itself. Earlier, I spoke of Self as multi-layered, but there are no layers. This is a simple distortion, and the reader should be able to tell the difference. In this writing, this book of essays, I am a man, writing of his true Self, using the small self to do so. I have many issues, resentments...in short, I am a person. But this person has learned to move aside as much as he can in order to receive the message...the person I seem to be is not my true Self, it is the self I put on to hide from God.

That is the basic reason we are "here". We desire to hide from our Creator. So powerful is mind, that this desire formed the world in the blink of an eye.

The individual can rise above the shouting of the small self, because there is nothing there. This shouting makes no sound, thus cannot be heard. Simple images cannot harm us...nothing can harm us. There exists nothing that can harm. There is whatever God is, and everything "He" created. The more we can understand this, the more we can move through the filter that is not there, and see more clearly, and by seeing more clearly, comprehend what "All is well" means. "Yes, but the suffering...the cruelty..." We have hypnotized ourselves into thinking it is kind to express in such a way, but in truth we are keeping our eye on the very thing we wish to end. We are demanding its "reality" because by the virtue of suffering, we have a "reason" to keep hiding. A Course In Miracles teaches that everything in the world can hurt us.

This is the dichotomy. This is what we must understand as completely as possible, if we wish to stop hiding. Everything in the world has the potential for pain. There is this two-edged-sword attribute to everything. The electrical power that allows me to write here can also burn this house down. The gas we use to cook can kill us if we breathe it. I invite the reader to go slowly, and sense the reaction to these words. Listen for that still voice. Often the simplest idea is the one we bypass.

Our true state of being is abstract, non-specific, yet we are obviously capable of focus. Our true state has no gradations, no mood swings...oddly, perhaps, this quality is why we are able to perceive gradations, but only as gradations, levels, opposing attributes (illusions).

Each individual knows these things. Each knows the power of mind. Herein lies our freedom. I do not speak of freedom to turn away from (ignore) suffering because we know it is not real, but to heal it through our love. But by clucking the tongue, and declaring, "How sad", we are healing nothing. Again, we are upholding the very thing we claim to want ended.

It seems too big, too complicated, but it is the simplest thing. If what I say is true, what ACIM teaches is true, added to all our other yearnings for understanding, then we know as well that we need do nothing. This is where our understanding must come to its highest. "Do nothing" does not mean what our small self tells us it means. It means turn from the condition, or more clearly, turn to truth. Knowing truth does not preclude caring, but clears away the debris of old attitudes, to allow our sight its vital clarity. Knowing the truth is as it is, we need do nothing, because the truth is the truth (ACIM: "Only the truth is true, and nothing else is true.")

Our promised heritage cannot be but true. If I lend someone a hand, I am helping, not holding an image of "Poor thing." I am knowing the glorious truth of that person, and thus we are helping one another. This one temporarily has less, and I temporarily have more. This means that in our collective terms, our joined consciousness, there is always need, and this goes back to our idea of that double-edged-sword. I once gave a pair of winter gloves to a sleeping man; I wanted to know (after I had gone) that he awoke, and wondered, "Where did these come from?" I wanted that image in my mind, because herein lies our connectedness. All of us. I did not think, "Oh, poor thing." Can you sense the superior attitude there, in those words? This is why we must learn to help and at once know the truth that lies beneath appearances. Herein thrives our strength.

Giving and receiving are the same. Helping and knowing the truth are the same. It is not so that we cannot see these things.

Only This, pg 24

2009-07-04T08:09:00.001-06:00

We keep going back and forth between spirituality and physicality. We see the physical as the real world, as we consider spirituality to be a subject, an interest, unable to hold up when "life" gets in the way.

They must be brought together, as must all opposites. Opposites are the main way we keep our focus away from God, our Home. All is one, all is well. Our mind is so powerful, that we can and do, pretend we are not who we actually are.

The world we see is a demand. Truth is a blessing. Which do we want?

We choose constantly. We decide every second between spirit and "life", shadows or light. To bring these together is to bring illusions to truth, as A Course In Miracles teaches. There are no divisions. We were created by perfect Love in one Holy moment that has no past or future...how then can we become unholy, except in nightmares of being separated from our Holiness?

We remain as created; not static, but free, ever expanding and creating and living...but here is this tiny part of us that we projected, "living" its tiny days in this weird bulk, demanding autonomy even though it knows nothing except what it discovers along its demanding way.

Bring opposed points together, see which is real, and which disappears into the nothing from which it seemed to come. Lay these burdens down, show them to the Holy Spirit, God's perfect Thought that saved us from our belief in separation in the twinkling of an eye. Hide nothing from this Teacher, for He cannot compel us to come to Him. Such is our freedom. But in truth we came to Him in the same instant we were created...there is no past.

We already are saved from all dreams of tragedy: dark/light, up/down, the mind-numbing march of days into weeks into months...these hypnotize us, convince us we are bound to move slowly, plodding through atmosphere, taking so long just to get from one point in space to another, when in truth, we have but to think it, and we are there.

We are great, demanding to be little. Naturally, "great" does not cover it, but we must use words. It has been said that we are gods in chemical clothes. But we must go within, demonstrate to ourselves that it is so. We come as individuals, but also as one whole Son of God. Go within and find truth there. For seeking is finding, as giving is receiving.

Bring opposites together, see the oneness there, where only the truth is true...and nothing else can ever be true.

Only This, pg 25

2009-07-04T08:03:00.002-06:00

Close your eyes and find yourself. Yourself is myself because we are one Self, dreaming "he" is many. This is from our perspective, but from the perspective of the Christ within us, the dream was over in the same instant it appeared. I think I am sitting here typing words, but I do not know what "I" means. The fingers touching the keys do not in truth exist. A Course In Miracles teaches that the body is nothing.

An argument that ego always makes is this: "If I shoot you, the gun and the bullet ripping through your body, and your death, all that is very real. Tell me that's illusion." But if I go to sleep, dream of being shot, the gun and the bullet ripping through my dream body is illusion. The principle is the same. There is no division between dreaming while asleep, and when we "awaken" and begin moving around, getting dressed...when we wake up, we are just in another phase of the dream.

The point is that we do not consider what this means. Ego demands that it means everything we cherish, our children, our country, our politics, our money, are all for nothing, just a sham. This is ego further keeping us from our Father. If nothing physical actually exists, and God is perfect Love, and He created His Son (us) as Himself, then we remain as God created us. Nothing has changed, nor could it. Close your eyes and find yourself as you always have been in this perfect eternal instant of creation.

Consider. The Christ (our Self) tells us God essentially says: "Awaken and return to me." Since God says this it means we did return. It is not God's Will that His Son dig in the earth with physical hands, to grow bulk for consumption in order to keep another bulk (the body) going in a meaningless cycle within a meaningless world. Consider that the world, everything in it, is made to support the body. Without the body, the world is unnecessary.

We have but to think, and we are "wherever" we want to be. We need not take steps with these heavy feet, and in fact every night, each of us "leaves" the body, and the ego covers the memory of that, in order to keep us in the dark. We are free.

We are creators. We did not create ourselves, but God created us as Himself, so we in turn create. We are not actually separated selves. There actually is no world. Only images we make up, then conveniently forget the making. We actually remain right here with our perfect Creator. There is no sin, no death, no punishment, no divine rage. All this is true. It is not true because I say so...I say so because it is true.

"I" do not know what God is, yet I do know. The first "I" at the beginning of that sentence is ego. The second "I" is the Christ. A Course In Miracles was presented by the Christ, and the Christ is God's Son as God created Him, as taught in the Text. If this is so, it means the Christ is our true Self. Thus, essentially, we presented A Course In Miracles to ourselves!

Close your eyes and come home, where you never left, nor could you ever leave. I have been long allowing ego to take the reins of "my" life. It is so easy to slip into ego. It seems so warm here in the body, even safe. I "forget" Who I really am. But there is no "in". There is no "out". There is God, and all God created and creates. Only this.

The more we go within, (come home), the more we understand we are aliens here in this world we made up. Our true home is with God. And God is right "where" we are! The dream was over in the same instant it appeared. (Teaching is repetition, until it is clear that learning is unnecessary.) We do not belong in time, we belong in eternity. We do not belong in bodies, isolated from everyone and everything. This isolation "proves" to us that we are not one with anybody, or anything. Isolation causes fear, and fear is a lack of love. The screen I look at right now, does not exist in deeper terms. Yet I see the words. More clearly, I think I see the words, just as I think I see a world. When I change the way I see the world, the world I see changes.

It is no longer sufficient to write of these things, or go to study groups and discuss them. So many words, "new" ideas, books written...the truth is here for us to see, but we remain in this projection, insisting upon its validity.

Part of the dream includes peace on earth, and I believe, sense deeply, that we are close to taking the first steps toward that peace. It will be the "Thousand Years of Peace" as long-held in the hearts of many spiritual teachers. But it begins with the individual.

I learn to turn from ego to truth every day, until I am one day so convinced of truth's reality, that I will never return to ego. (That day "happened" long before "I" was born.) What "I" do, we all do. We are one Self, remember. This back and forth "between" ego and Spirit must cease. It did cease. The World is done. What we call "Life" is a replaying of a single slide into fear that was healed instantly, because it is not God's Will that His Son suffer even the slightest discomfort.

Please look within, and find You.

Only This, pg 26

2009-07-04T07:57:00.002-06:00

Why do I write these things? What point is there to this? I feel a pull, a sort of psychic drive. It compels me to put words to a subject that is impossible to describe. But why? The teaching does not belong to me, or to any one individual. It is universal. If it is universal, it must be inside all of us. We all know these things. The world is a form of mass hypnosis. We project thought onto a screen of mind, and we form images there. We each form our own version of "reality". If three people sit in a room, each one is forming his or her own room. They all agree on the basic look of the room and its many objects: the chairs, the table, the vase of flowers on the table. (Read the Seth books, by Jane Roberts).

The room I see would not be exactly the same as what you see. But it is close enough. We hypnotize ourselves to believe that what we think we see is real. It is not real. A Course In Miracles tells us we are not seeing, but simply making images. Ego demands that this is crazy. It is not crazy. What is crazy is our demand that this world is a real, solid, actual place.

We make the world and simultaneously forget we made it, thus maintaining a vicious cycle. ACIM also teaches that this need not be. Physicality is simply not necessary. We are unlimited beings, of One infinite Self.

We are formless. Ego tells us this is bad. We are unable to conceive of anything without form, for what is formless must be unreal. Our thinking is backward. Form comes from formlessness. Form is nothing but projected images. But we can awaken from this. The Source of A Course In Miracles is our Self, teaching us that we are fragments of "him", and even as fragments, we are beloved of God.

Nothing but God exists. There is not God over here, and physicality over there. There is no line there. There are no divisions to Self. And Self is all. But it is not enough to read these words, even if you think you agree, or understand. It is not enough to repeat truth. We are free, dreaming of imprisonment. The doors of our prison are open. We can walk out any time we choose.

We are not bodies. We are not in bodies. We are not of bodies. That is partly why no one has ever been harmed. Because Who and What we actually are is perfect Love. Something breathes for us when we are not conscious of breathing; something knows how to clean our blood, maintain our cells...it knows these things intimately, not because it studied them in a book. This is original knowledge.

In our terms of time, these words were written eons before any of us were born. The words of A Course In Miracles, and every other word, were long ago written. All this, which is nothing and nowhere, never happened. Except the love. Ego, that which we believe holds us captive, and prevents us, cannot prevent us, because we made ego! It is not so that we cannot see these things. We are held captive by nothing.

This drive I feel? I trust it without question. "I" am not separate from "you". But I still slide into ego, which tells me I am in a body, isolated from you. Our Self knows we are safe. That means in truth, we know we are safe. Go in peace, then, all of us, as one.

Only This, pg 27

2009-07-04T07:54:00.003-06:00

Entry for June 02, 2008 Only This pg 27
"I would not have this in place of Heaven, and the peace of God."
--A Course In Miracles.

The world is an "Instead of". I want this instead of God, instead of perfect peace, perfect love. I want to "live" a tiny life placed inside a weak, slowly decaying body, to die.

What the world calls "good" is simply waiting for the other shoe to drop. That is not good, it is chaos. True good has no opposite, no degree, no variation. Ego will demand this means Heaven is boring, static. Further chaos.

We are one Self. We are unlimited, formless, whole and perfect as our Creator wills. God's will is our will. Ego demands this is blasphemy. Remember, we made ego.

As I sit waiting for more words, I look around, and I see all these objects. Pieces of paper, an old coffee mug full of pens...I form these images. They are in my mind. The world is in my (our) mind. We chose this instead of the God we feared we offended. This is why we fear love. We thought God was mad at us, and we instantly made our own love...to hide from His love, which we believed could no longer be seen. We fear what we cannot see.

But it is not so that we cannot see these things.

I continue to look around, and I repeat: "I would not have this in place of Heaven, and the peace of God." The peace of God. Those words might sound simplistic, but we speak of reality that is mind-boggling. But it is only mind-boggling because we chose to turn from it, to throw it away in favor of dreams.

This turning, this throwing away, all happened in our creation. Not in any past, for there is no past, but in this present instant, this tiny mad idea that we lost Him, thus ourself. I see a line and I call it the Great Dichotomy, but it is just a split. We constantly go back and forth between "reality" and whatever our idea of God is. We believe in the world more strongly than God (or anything we think we cannot see with the body's eyes.) The split confuses us because we think we can see it, and feel it, even though we have no clue as to how many hairs grow from our head, or how to breathe, or clean our own blood, or grow our own nails. We can read about these in books, and be awarded diplomas, but all we have done is study the words of another based on what they have read...we know nothing, yet we demand that we have knowledge. We only make discoveries of what already exists around us, having forgotten that we are doing all of this, forming a planet, projecting images.

The world is an "instead of". We have no limits. ACIM calls us "God the Son." I do not want the world in place of Heaven and God's peace, which clearly is my (our) own. This is why the world is unreal. I (we) do not really want the world. The world, with its "good days" and its "bad days", was over in the same tiny mad instant that it seemed to occur. It never happened. The great irony is that there is no body here, typing these words, yet the truth behind this illusion is eternally real.

So I change the way I see the world, and the world I see changes...

The Son Speaks

2009-07-04T07:42:00.004-06:00

There is a reality. It is complete unto itself, and as far as it knows, there is no other reality like it.

There is no outside to this reality: it is All That Is.

But it wills to share, so it creates another from itself (remember, itself being All That Is); the other, being part of All That Is, knows it is one with its Creator. The Son begins to explore, and as it explores, suddenly has a thought that it is apart from All That Is, thus, the Son believes that "he" is apart, separated from his Creator.

This fear is a flash, then the flash is gone, because it is not the Creator's Will that His Son be anything other than His Beloved, (knowing His Son remains as created.) This means that nothing unreal exists. In the flash of the Son's mad thought, he sleeps, and has a dream in which he is indeed separate from his "Father"; in this dream, which also is gone in the flash, there is struggle, for the Son has taken on thickness, no longer being invisible...a bulk (as he continues to form what he calls "language"); and he must now move about, and dig in his earth and plant things that he must put in his bulk in order to "exist".

Ego is made to direct the pinpoint focus, so that the dream-matter can be formed and observed at the same "time"...yes, time...there must be a sense of continuation, for the Son finds that his focus can be sustained for only so long before it begins to "get old" and "die".

A world has formed in a flash, one Son has "become" a multitude...legends begin of a spirit, something "outside", but is actually within, in that it forms the molecules, the atoms, the cells...the stars. It is the body which gives this illusion of "outside". A single word comes to the mind of the sleeping Son: "God".

(Notice how we have gone from simplicity to a sense of the complicated. What was perfect is now seen as a dream, a fairy tale, and the "physical" is seen as real...LIFE. Everything is backward; what the Son knew as life is now seen as death...what was seen as unreal, is now called life; for the Son has forgotten that he can produce images, and know they are unreal, even though he uses the only power there is to make the images and project them: the Mind of his Father. This is how his Father can be within the cells of his body, but still know His Beloved's dream is but a dream).

Ego, the directing, "looking out" part of the Son's dream, becomes too strong, and is now its own self. It has control of the many bodies, each body moving about, animated, as characters in a story, a play or a movie, or a novel; and God has long since been given many names, and many moods, chief among them: anger/jealousy/rage, and "love" that is contingent upon certain requirements before it is given.

Ego places blocks everywhere, so that each time one or more of the body/selves senses that they are not bodies, there is someone in authority to tell them they are not to question, for "It is written..." So effective are ego's blocks, that as God "sends" His Beloved to gently awaken his projections (the characters in his dream: us, you and I); to demonstrate that they are one with the Son, he is seen as a special case, a god, also as a radical who uses magic to twist the established teaching into "evil"; thus, his teachings are misread, twisted, and simply misunderstood, for when he says that through him is the only way to "heaven", it is taken to mean that any other way is "bad", and there will be dire consequences. It is not understood that he just means that God is All That Is, and he, the Christ, is us.

Thus, the Son speaks, whispering to us to simply ask to be awakened, and see the simplicity of infinite, perfect Love.

I Am Free

2009-07-03T05:31:00.005-06:00

Everything I see...is me.

If "I" can look "out" at the world I see, and know that "I" am one Self, then how can I attack or be attacked? If I can see that the world is a hiding place...a place we made up because we thought we offended God, maybe even killed Him, and shattered our Self into separated selves, and formed separated things (Carved out of eternity: A Course In Miracles).

If I can do that, and I have found that I can, then I choose the Holy Spirit over the ego. I remember that one is the truth, and one is unreal (nothing unreal exists: ACIM.) It is as simple as that. This is our choice, and nothing else. There is nothing else. But we must look at the guilt associated with our throwing truth away.

What tremendous guilt it must be. One has but to look at the news. One has but to recognize that the negative is embraced first, over the positive. Most people do not trust positivity. This has been my experience. I believe this is one way the ego keeps us "here". Why am I not with God? I ask myself that question calmly, and simply. Why am I hiding? The first question I will answer by stating I am with God. But then here is the world. It seems so real, though we never stop to ask, "What is real? What does real mean, and how did we get a concept of real?

"I do not know the thing that I am."--ACIM. We think that if we "go back" to our true Self, that our little self is lost, and that fear of being lost, by being absorbed into one gigantic gestalt, we lose our individuality. But we do not know the thing we are, so how could we possibly know what individuality means? We have but to remember that the separation never really happened. That is why nothing, including our individuality, can be lost. How does something that never was become lost?

The second question, "Why am I hiding?"I answer by becoming still. I look calmly into my mind, and perceive another Self. That other Self is us! Someone has asked, regarding the fall into separation, "How could the impossible happen?" The answer is, it didn't.

It did not happen. This is a dream. There is no world. We really are one perfect unlimited Self. We only perceive ourselves as being apart from it. We are it! There isn't God plus you and me and the fence post. There isn't God plus Pearl Harbor, or the Alamo, or 9/11. There is God. All attack is self-attack. Attack is a cry for help. We cry for help because we do not know the thing we are. Do you see?

I look at the world, realize I am doing this. The world I see is a direct reflection of my thought. I have proven this to myself over and over. I need not defend myself against myself. I am free.

"I am not a body. I am free. For I am still as God created me."--A Course In Miracles.

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Be Glad, be Healed

2009-05-29T05:09:00.006-06:00

I do not know my Self. I think I know myself, but I do not know my Self.

My Self seems to know me. A Course In Miracles says, "I do not know the thing that I am." I think I inhabit a body; I think I have a life separate from my wife and my neighbors and everything I think I see. But Life isn't like that. "What is the same cannot be different. What is one cannot have separate parts." --ACIM.

The world we believe we see is a reaction. We thought we lost God; we thought God abandoned us; we felt guilty; we tried to kill God. When that failed, we made a whole universe in which to hide from "Him". We split into untold pieces, made other bodies (selves) onto which we could deflect our terrible sense of guilt.

The question: "How did this terrible thing happen!" It didn't happen. We only dreamed it so. All our screams in the night, our strange beliefs in separation, our burrowing ourselves into bodies "...They will not prevail against the peace God wills for you..."

We are as created. Nothing happened to change our perfect State of Being. It cannot be changed. I never understood why it should seem strange that we are one perfect Self, formless and eternally safe; unlimited, creating wonders in utter joy and in the vitality of Life. It is the physical that I find strange. A skull containing a wrinkled mass of 60% fat that writes sonnets, plots ways to kill, thinks it thinks real thoughts...that to me is strange indeed.

Part of us, a mad thought of separation we call ego,called to us to abandon our perfect Home, form a world, fill it with "others" so we could deflect our guilt onto them. Ego bid us leave mind, forget mind, and focus solely on body. That is why mind seems strange to the world...frightening. "Don't go there!" We think we are safe from an angry God bent on our destruction. But ego's plan of course is doomed to fail, since no matter how we try to hang on, eventually, the body dies. The world demands we keep hold of body for as long as possible. But our Self knows What we really are, and Where we really are. Our Self knows nothing untoward could ever happen. It is not our will, because it is not God's will. There is no place where God ends, and we begin. There are no divisions, no levels, no gradations or interruptions; there is but infinite creativity, unbound joy and peace.

We are constantly telling one another these things. There is a constant telepathic communication between all things. The world we see is a reflection of our state of mind. I prove this to myself every day. There is no world outside our mind. We made it up. More succinctly, we make it up.

Only this exists. Only this lives, thus we need not fear, but be glad. Look at the guilt we have long held, deflected away. Look at it, see it for what it is, and be healed. That is the true and only purpose of a mad world: the healing of God's Son. Only this.

It Might Be True

2009-04-18T18:01:00.003-06:00

It might be true. We might be one perfect, unlimited Self. Something in me keeps wanting to express. The power of wanting is so great that there is no end to its expressions. A Course In Miracles says only perfect love exists. I allow my mind to consider that what ACIM says, every word, is true. Join with me in this thought, just for a second. We are not really separate beings, but one Self.

If this is true, none of the terrible things that we thought happened, ever happened. But it is as if we keep hitting the REPLAY button. So much has been written, so many books and blog entries...from The Seth Material, to The Disappearance of the Universe, to The Urantia Book...Esther Hicks and Abraham, The Holy Bible and all the many interpretations of that...what does it all mean? Obviously, someone is trying to tell us something, and evidently, it is quite important.

I don't want to theorize anymore. I want to really find out what it is. I want to awaken. Now, it must be made clear that I do not mean I want to die. There is no death. I want to awaken. I want to see. What we think is seeing, is not seeing, but image-making. Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change. The two key words in that statement are, "you see".

We go inside, and it causes ripples. As a result, we just happen to find books or teachers. We have "chance" encounters with a stranger that changes our path. What if it is true?

We might actually be in perfect peace, creating wonders; worlds that are eternally kept by our Creator. What we think is the world might really be a replay of a tiny instant of fear that was healed instantly, because not only was it not our Creator's Will--it was not our will, either.

We need not fear. Some part of us knows fear is unreal. I believe this part is what dictated A Course In Miracles.
I believe every word of ACIM is true.

Only This

2009-03-21T13:30:00.003-06:00

I am still. I do not know the thing that I am, yet I am still, and I know love. The thing that I am is not really a thing, but we must use words, and words distort.

Let us speak of love, then. Let us accept love as we know it, and go deeper, to find love as it really is. Here in the stillness, where we no longer hide from one another, but recognize our unity, here we seek and find. The love we seek has no opposite. This might be hard to grasp, since the world we see is built on opposites. We think this is balance. But A Course In Miracles teaches we are too confused to recognize our own hope. We do not know true balance when we see it, and we are constantly looking right at it. There is One Who goes with us, and he does know. The world we see is strange to him, because he knows it is not so. I did not say he "believes" it is not so, I said he knows it is not so.

Since the world we see is unreal, and nothing unreal exists, then our only purpose must be to wake up and escape the world. Forgive the world, overlook the world, release the world! Three words that for our purposes, basically mean the same thing. Let us try to go beyond words. No, it is not hard to do. How hard is it to walk through a bank of fog?

I walk during the day, and as I walk, I practice and experiment with different statements, then watch their effect on those around me (there is no one around me, but that will be for another essay.) From ACIM: "God wills [that I] be in Heaven, and nothing can keep [me] from it." Then I remember that I invented the world I see. An invention comes about when we perceive lack. The light bulb was invented because people could no longer stand trying to read by candle light. The world we see was invented to fill a perceived gap (lack) when we thought we had lost our Creator. We made bodies because we needed something with which to perceive the world. But there is no world.

Listen: There is not God plus Pearl Harbor; there is not God plus 9/11; There is not God plus my wife's brain injury; there is not God plus whatever happened to take my serenity away as a small child. God did not create any of that, and so, none of that ever happened. This is love as love is; love that cannot be pulled, as a rug, from under our feet; love whose giving is its receiving. Love as love is knows we are not really here. There is no here here. We say "God is in everything I see." Ego responds, "God is in a headache, a tornado, a plane crash?" If God (love) is all there is, and we say God is in everything we see, then everything we see must be illusion. If God is all, then no matter the appearance, we are constantly looking right at God. God is All That Is. Only this.

We are Home.

Come, Be Still...it is morning

2009-03-21T13:16:00.003-06:00

Only the love is real. "Loving thoughts are the world's only reality." --A Course In Miracles.

Only this. But it is not enough to read, to study, then to repeat words in affirmation: "I am not a body. I am free. For I am still as God created me." --ACIM. Go inside the closet of mind, close the door. There, find what you seek. What you seek has always been yours. You always had it with you. It is everything that you are. It has no opposite, though you have thrown opposites in its path, hoping to slow it down from its inevitable rising in the night of your mind, to reveal a dawn that you had forgotten.

Words are not magic, though we give magic properties to them. Magic is our substitute for our real power, which we gave up in favor of this dream we call, the world. But of course, we did not really give it up. God saved it for us in our creation. We remain just as we were created: Innocent, holy, pure, eternal and eternally part of Him.

I do not know what "God" is anymore than you do. I only know what I sense deeply, when I go beyond the ego. I know when I practice the principles of A Course In Miracles, I prove to myself they work. The Course is one part of a greater curriculum, not the whole. There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it.

"We" are fragments of our whole personality. There is one Self. Do not allow ego to tell you this means individuality is lost. It just means, when we awaken, we at last understand (remember) what individuality really is. Go inside. Find the one love that lives and never leaves. Be transformed. There is a new morning coming to the world, in our terms of time. Yes, there is upheaval, there always is when consciousness rises. But beyond that, there is a new world. We are entering peace on earth. We are changing. The old ways no longer work. They are dying out. A more thoughtful, spiritual, compassionate, peaceful, way of being is at hand. It is a process, again in our terms.

Whatever God is, God is perfect Love.

Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

Our Deepest Heart (who we really are)

2009-02-28T05:41:00.010-07:00

People believe what they believe. We, as we understand ourselves to be, are all on our own path. My desire is never to argue with anyone, or accept their attempts to sway me to their position. Ours is to shed light (love).

To shed light is to be as we were created; to just be, and by being, to demonstrate that we are not egos. As much as I can, I want to write without referring too much to "me". In this way, I can move aside to let my Self look through the body's eyes, and see the world as it really is. After all, I do not know who or what I am. I do not know how I got here, or even if "here" exists. So how can I decide what is right? How can a being without knowledge see clearly? It seems obvious that I need a guide.

I bless my brother on his way, as part of me.

I no longer want to question or analyze everything. I want to awaken and recognize that I never left Home. But the physical universe seems so real. It distracts. It hides our true existence from us. The guide we need, we have. Go beneath belief if you feel led. If not, you probably are not reading this anyway. It matters not at all. We awoke long ago, in our terms. It is not God's Will, thus not ours, that we remain asleep. Our awakening happened in the same instant that our sleep seemed to happen. When we "wake up" in the morning, we do not really wake up. We just enter a different phase of the dream. It is over. That is why everything has an ending. Because everything is over and done. It never was. A Course In Miracles says, "God is not fear, but love."

It is so much easier when we let go (forgive/overlook) what never took place. Let the conviction of our deepest heart match the words we use when we pray, or repeat our affirmations. Let us not argue, for in that, we use our brother to imprison ourselves. The one we think we see, across the street, or in line at the store, that one is another version of us. It seems hard to keep remembering that, but we just need discipline.
"You are too confused to recognize your own hope." --ACIM.

It only seems hard to do. Everything in the world we see can hurt us, but nothing in God can hurt us. There is no hurt in God. Hurt is unreal, and nothing unreal exists. The thoughts we have of attack are attacking our invulnerability. In truth, we cannot be attacked, but we believe we are not in truth. We think we are separated selves, scrambling around a great rock in some cold dark space. We are so confused that we bury truth under the images of murder, terror, death. Truth is right here. We are looking right at it. Constantly. We cannot not see it.

But these words written here do not matter. It is when we go inside our deepest heart, and ask for help. Ask sincerely, with a true desire to know--then we realize truth was always with us. Until then, we just keep reading words that may or may not be true. "Why am I unaware of what is so?" --ACIM.

Is that not what we really want? Enough philosophizing. We desire to know. I have done this. I have proven to myself that these teachings are real.

There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it.

Everything we think we see is in our mind. But God is in our mind. God is real. Thus, what we think we see (which we are forming into shapes, projecting "outward") is unreal because God is in everything we see. When ego demands, "God is in a headache?" Recognize that "God is in everything I see" means the headache is unreal. There is not God plus a headache; not God plus a broken leg...there is God. There is that reality of which we are eternally a part. It is real. There really is what we call "God". It only sounds crazy because we have dreamed that we turned away from it, threw truth away. But that is not God's Will. Thus, it is not our will. We are part of God. God is love without opposite; joy without opposite; peace, without opposite. Let us come inside our deepest heart, and ask. Keep it in our mind. When the world we see distracts, remember to remember Who and What we really are.

The Wonder Behind All There Is

2009-01-25T05:08:00.006-07:00

What is this "Something" of which I seem to be unaware, yet Whose presence I feel behind and circling my shoulders as I begin to write? Why do I think I am separate from It? Why am I unaware of what is true?
There seems to be a division here, but how could that be?

"What...is the wonder that lies back of a nut, an egg, or a grain of sand, a healed wound, the demonstration of success, and the glory of an uplifted faith...it would appear that a botanist could make a much finer [nut] than nature provides. But he cannot! He can stir up the chemicals that compose it, and mould them into the shape of a nut--but he cannot make it grow. There is something in the nut which he cannot imitate...back of which he cannot go with his analysis. We call it the life-principle."
--Being and Becoming, by Fenwicke L. Holmes. 1920.

Something in us knows how to breathe when we are otherwise engaged. It grows our nails, assimilates what we eat, cleans our blood. We ignore it, yet we are it. More precisely, it is everything that we are. It sees our illusions, but the difference: It knows they are illusions. We want to make the illusions real, and keep them so. It "...will restore your sanity because insanity is not the Will of God." --A Course In Miracles.

We are dreaming. In simple terms, this Something sits beside us as we sleep, telling us all about Who and What we really are. Imagine someone beloved to you is in a coma. You sit and talk. You explain that the world continues as your beloved sleeps...analogy can only go so far...but we can see the parallel. Our Self speaks to us, tells us we do not actually live encased in flesh, "living" in a world outside us, with other selves, other bodies. We only dream it so. It is important to understand that we are not being dreamed. It is we who dream.

I look around and tell myself everything I see is in my mind. There is nothing outside me. Everything is energy. A Course In Miracles teaches that "God is in everything I see." One always immediately goes to: "God is in a headache?...a murderer?...a rapist...!" No. It means none of those exist. Because if God is all there is, and God is in everything we see, then what we think we are seeing is not there. We are using the power of God (the only power there is) to project images. We project the images, forget we projected them, then react to them as if they are outside us...thus outside our control.

We are doing this. We dreamed we threw truth away, so we had to make our own truth. Truth cannot be thrown away. Look, then, to the simplicity of your inner nature. Not because I say so. These things are not so because I say them. I say them because they are so. Whatever "God" is, "He" is not apart from "us". Our Self teaches us that only perfect love exists. Only God exists. Thus, God must be perfect love. Perfect love is our only reality. Only this.

Only This (excerpt)

2008-12-02T05:50:00.028-07:00

THE INNER CHAMBER

Are we adrift? Is there no shore? Is it true that we are the creation of infinite anger? Do ancient words have power over us, or is it we who decide how to interpret? How many ways to see the same teaching?
There is “something” here. It is felt so deeply that most of us are unaware of its life within us. But it is not so that we cannot see, and this something is more than just within us.

This something is more than a sense, more than some indistinct presence, that cannot really do anything for us but watch as we struggle along our frightened way, whistling in the dark. The ancient words say that it is closer than skin. But then they say other things that make us afraid. This contradiction tears at us with fingers of old shame, nails dirty with the guilt of ages past.

We keep reading, trying to understand. But which is it? Are we damned, or blessed? If we cannot untangle this burden, then let us release it, and begin again.
Come. Rest here. For not only is there a shore, it is our home, and we never did leave it…and we never could. We can pretend we left it, and we do. We act as if we are separated from this something, which created us. Yes, we are created. We act as if we are also separated from ourselves, and from one another. But in truth, there is no “other”. And yet, there are many “others”, with different beliefs and from different religions, or no religion. But even those with no religion, who think they just popped out of nowhere, from nothing; they sense as well this something…this energy, this presence, this everywhere existent, called “God.”

Once we say that word, what is left? Do we cower, cover our nakedness, or do we see at last the reality behind the old legends of our Creator? No, be brave. So afraid have we been, but there is no need to fear.

God does not ask, “What have you done?” He knows His creation only as He created us. Does He think we are wicked? How could He think so, and Himself remain good? If His perfect creation does horrible things to his brother, how does God remain sane? How is there peace if even one soul burns? It is hard to see how on one hand, God has only one Son, but on the other hand, His Son has a brother. Hard, but not impossible.

In prayer and meditation we see these things. We feel the energy as we attract it and are part of it. There is only peace. Ego responds, “You mean there’s no love, no joy?” This is one of the many ways ego blocks us from our Father, our home. But these blocks are easily removed, because there is nothing to block us from everything that we are.

Our Creator loves us without condition. But in our fear, we continue to hide from that love; we forsake everything inside us that points to it, examine every root that offends the garden of our exit from sanity; but for each growth of His love that we dream we threw away, tossed upon the compost of our hiding, countless more will shoot through.

God knows what we are. He sees no transgression. He sees nothing that He has not created. Shame, sin, evil, form a many-threaded coat we have woven to cover our nakedness, and our dream world, in a universal denial of our “guilt”. This is how we keep our “salvation”; we hide our shame in the heart of the transgressor. If another can take our sin, then we are absolved. But none of this is so. Even buried in our hiding, we can still hear Him sing to us. Not a thing has happened to remove us from His love.

Why do we read truth, but still dwell in fear? Have we not had enough of fear? In the ancient word, we read that God is love. But elsewhere in the same text, we see that He is to be feared. Is this why we cannot trust? Let us come inside, then. What keeps our sight from Him? What makes us focus on evil, rather than reality? We are not two extremes, one human, one divine. God is love, so it is impossible for Him to be anything else; God is peace, so it is impossible for Him to be anything else. He created us whole, so why should we act as if we are shattered?

If we see a mark on our forehead, it is not from God the Father, but god the concept. God the Father has given us one thing: everything that He is. Here is the touch we seek. We seek it because we dream we turned from it. In reality, we could never turn from Him anymore than He could turn from us.
It is so that there is no honor in loving only those who are easy to love. We begin by loving ourselves. If we cannot love ourselves, how can we fully accept love from anyone else? After all, the other self is us. Here is honor. Here is the recognition of the other as us. What appears to tell us otherwise is a mask we wear to keep the other separate from us. Under this mask we continue to lie to ourselves…our self.

We might say, “These words are difficult to read.” But this is a cry from behind that mask of ego. How easy it is to remove a mask! Its “eyes” are but holes, the same as those in our skull. Our true seeing is infinitely greater. There is one sight, but countless variations of that sight; one light, but we hide that light under the glare of physicality. That is why the words are hard, why the road is hard, why we tell ourselves the light cannot be seen.

This dichotomy cannot stand. We simply are distracted, our awareness split between two “sides”, physicality, and spirituality. One is a projection of consciousness, a play of mind. The other is truth.
We are God’s Son. This is the meaning of, “We are one.” We are created of God, this is what makes us His Son. We are part of Him. Not the concept, but the truth of Him, what He actually is.

God did not create us in physical terms. He created His Beloved. His Beloved found that he could do wonders, the scope of his creativity endless…but somehow he became afraid, allowed a tiny thought of separation, and this world is the result.

But it is not a true result. It “lives” only to crumble away and die. How could that be life? There is more. We know there is so much more, because we continue, all of us…the dreamer.

Why should it be hard to find what we seek? We are looking directly at it. It is everything that we are, behind the mask. Now, the mask is nothing. We know it is nothing, because we continue. Age after age, century through decade, year to month, to day, to now, this moment. We remain. We have long held ourselves prisoner by illusion. Yes, illusion, that which has no validity, no structure, no life! But listen. It only has what “life” the dreamer gives to it. The power that projects the illusion is real. We sit in a theater, watching the images as they flicker. The images are illusion, but the technology that brings the images to the screen is real, in our terms.
We cannot change the images by going to the screen. If we do not like what we see, we must go to the source of the images. Go inside, be still, and be with your Creator, your God, whatever word you choose. Jesus Christ told all of us to go within. All. Not just those who meet certain criteria. All of us. Then no, we are not adrift. Many would and do, say that this is arrogance, but no. What is arrogant is to preclude some from heaven because they did not fulfill the demands of a god whose “love” is wholly conditional.

Then which is it? Are we created at arm’s length, given urges and longings that we scarcely understand, let loose to “Be fruitful and multiply”, only to be slapped down when we make mistakes?

Or is God truly everywhere present, as the atmosphere, in and through, and as, all there is? Which makes more sense, and which is more sane? Is it not so, that we tend to read more into the ancient words, than we get out of them? Do we not “decide” what the scripture “says”, more than try to understand it from the perspective that it has been translated and re-translated, interpreted, and re-interpreted, from one language to the next, over thousands of years? Is this not why there are so many religions?
My desire is to find Him. Not the concept, but the reality. Why not? How deep is our fear? Come. This must be shared. We already are one, we already are everything God created us to be. I gave this advice to a total stranger on the Internet, and she wrote back and thanked me, and said “It worked.” It worked!

I had told her the same thing I'm saying here. Go within, and be with Him. My desire is to drop all the analyzing, “God is this” against “God is that.” Where has that brought us, how has it healed us, and is it working?
Then what will work? What is left? Do we need another book? There are shelves and shelves of “spiritual” books of every type, from fundamentalist Christian, to New Age…why do we need another one? Everything is already in place, method after method, systems of prayer, and many ways to say the same thing.

“But as for you, when you pray, enter into your inner chamber and lock your door, and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees in secret shall himself reward you openly.” --Matthew 6-6: George M. Lamsa translation from the Aramaic of the Peshitta.

“Easy to say”, once more claims ego. I tell ego to get behind me, and I continue. I will not allow anything to get in the way of my being with God. “Simplistic!” Get behind me. “You'll burn in hell!” Get behind me.
It seems too complex, all the problems of the world. “How dare you speak of the real world as a dream…!” Get behind me.

Nothing can get in the way, for there is God and God’s Beloved. Only this. After leaving my inner chamber, I go to my job, and it is proven to me that this does indeed work, and perfectly…how else would perfection work but perfectly?

But I (we) never really left. Right now, as I write, I feel the energy build. I call it the Flow. It always “comes from” just back of my shoulders. It comes without judgment, except to judge me as part of selfhood, of every living thing. There is no wrath, no jealousy, only inclusion. One minute, I feel nothing, then I do feel it, am in it, as I know it never could leave.

No vengeance for “wrongs” committed in ignorance, with no reality, only images; no “love” based on my acceptance of doctrine that teaches fear. Only the disheartened could conceive of such a system. I know there is no such god; I know the Bible is used to “prove” or “disprove”, rather than to heal from dreams of terror; I know here in the chamber, my deepest heart, that I need not fight against anyone with differing belief, for I know I am one with them.

I am met with the result of my thought. I embrace my oneness with all, then I go “out”, and witness it.

Someone said to me, “You have a gift.” Yes, that is true. But it is no different than the single gift that God has given to everything created. Neither did He give all exclusively to Jesus Christ, leaving “you” and “I” as step-children.

Have we been healed all these ages, or do the same problems assail our perception of “reality”? What has a worldwide belief in an angry godhead done for us? Has it shown us that Christ is the symbol for who and what we are, that the shore is more than just in sight…it is our home, and we never left!

2
I KNOW NOTHING

What is there to know? How is it that I just sit and wait, and the words flow? The music I listen to as I write, how does it touch me so? It generates energy. This is the Flow.

I am still. All I know is what I sense deeply, here with “Him”: God, Father, Mother, Great Spirit, All That Is. Not all that appears, but All That Is. And yet, what appears appears by my (our) use of the power of All That Is. Our focus too great, our claim to be on our own too deeply held, until He faded from sight…yet never gone, loving us so deeply that He “left” us a voice to guide us home, as we slept in His arms…His very heart.

Now hear ego wail, but before it can speak a word: “GET BEHIND ME.” Get thee hence, spirit of the dust, snake in the tree, weak and false tempter of God’s Beloved. I know nothing but Him.

Brave words? A whistle in the dark, cold wind through naked branches, each step a little quicker, through the back alley of my lack of faith? No, here is my calm knowing, as I know nothing; here is my sight as I see nothing; my listening as I hear nothing. Only this, only everything He has for me (us). Here. It is yours. Love only knows to extend. Come. Share in the unwrapping of a gift that never spoils, bask in a sun that never burns out. Come. We are one expressing as many, forgot the expression was a play of “life”. Come and see it was but a dream, our desire to be “someone” other than His Beloved. Come and ask if it is not so.

We are formless as breath, incapable of offending the One from Whom we are inseparable. We are points of light, perfectly lit by perfection itself; its imperative Divine, its holiness ours forever. It must express, do you see? It is everything that we are…why are we still not seeing?

If you hid your hand behind your back in the morning, would you spend the rest of the day looking for it? If God created you from nothing, how could He ever find you as eternally His, if He is everything, but you are nothing?
We are the dreamer, we are not being dreamed. Yes, fear drives us, but toward what horizon? When we arrive at that line in the distance, is there not another line? Is there not another hill, one more desert to cross, yet another sea to navigate…how much longer, in our terms of time? Now (the only “time” ) is everything we have. All our great knowledge has come to this, to accept joyfully that we know nothing.

Stop being afraid. God could not harm you. We can only harm ourselves, and even that is still just in dreams of being apart from Him, our Self. Yes, our Self. If God is everything that we are, then He is our true Self. Sense it. Keep your focus within, and sense the truth. Not enough to read of this, only see that it actually is everything we are in truth.

No separate deity, no mad sightless old thing behind the stars; only everything real. By realizing that we know nothing, we allow ourselves to be still enough to understand that in truth, we know everything! Because we are everything, do you see? Remember, it is not so that we cannot see.
Old tales of divine anger cannot pull me from Him. I remain. Long speeches made with long faces cannot dissuade me from the simplicity of His calling. But the courage of the faithful is courageous because it knows there is nothing to fear. I know that God is not angry, that God is not fear.
I know God is love. But is it enough to just know these things? Enough to continue in this back and forth of “human” and Divine?

Then what is enough? It is enough to go within. The more we go within, the more we see a connection between our being with God, and the “outer world”. I see it every day. I pray and meditate at night, then all the next day, I see a “new” world. People are different somehow. I feel the oneness, find it easier to speak to those around me, because I consciously recognize that oneness.

This is how I prove to myself that God is real. This is true knowing, that one meditates, prays, and then finds there is a result. Is this not what we seek? To look and see that we really are one? And one with everything? Everything real, you see.

What is real? The love is real. One night, several years ago, I was not feeling well, and as I sat in a chair in the living room, my great-aunt Theresa walked by and placed her hand on my feverish cheek, and without a word, left the room. Such a simple thing, but it was the love that spoke, without speaking. Oh yes, the love is real.

It is always enough to know that we can use this projection of physicality to communicate love. After all, if God is perfect love, and we are part of God, then is not love all there is? Is this not the only true teaching, that all religions seek to present to a world tired of trying to destroy itself? Beneath the dogma, the politics, do we not ultimately seek the same thing? Do we not pray for the same thing, to know love? Is hate not at its very core, a result of an acute lack of love, a cry for help?

Who are we that this “something” we call “God” and many other names, loves us unconditionally? No, most of the world does not see “His” love as unconditional, but places upon its image many layers of the sort of love based upon past deeds, and how we behaved, and did we worship “Him” correctly, and just enough…that maybe we might enter “His” kingdom?
Father, take this from me. Let it pass to my understanding that it never was. Let me heal from imagined sorrows. Let us now come to the still water, see God as “He” is. Let us, by accepting that we know nothing, find everything God has for us. Let you and I, let us all, find what we seek. Why can we not? Why can we not create a peaceful world? Why not speak to our neighbor, and see that one as us? For that is the case. That one is us, seen from a different perspective.

Everything is in place. Our home remains, and we remain as created. The dichotomy is nothing. What then, do we need to know? Why share in nothing when we are everything?
Come. True teaching is not based in fear, but love. Not in punishment, but guidance. Our knowledge secure, and that forever; our sight restored by our asking to see. Ask. Realize that you are the dreamer, and dream happily. By dreaming happily, you take nothing from anyone else, because there is no one else. Now hear ego shake the rafters! Cover your head as the ceiling begins to fall. Be still. We are one.

But that one is infinite. We are infinite. A scale just fell from our eyes. Why continue to be slave to the world we made? Get behind me.
I am not a body. I am created of All That Is. What I know, all know. This is our key. But then, the door has no lock. Then there is no need for a door. Then there is no need for ego. I want to learn how to remove the mask. I want to realize the depth of my oneness with you, with “Him”.
Is this an ambitious desire? Why? We already are everything we want to learn. This means there is nothing to learn! This is why we know nothing. This is why we know everything. A paradox? Yes. But only because we still look through, or into, a dark glass, darkly.

There is no paradox by itself, that we had not projected from our fear of being separate from “Him”, and from one another. Where is the peace in a god who keeps his knowledge away from his “son”? What kind of love would that be, shackled forever to a selfish deity, who created us just to keep us at bay with layers of mystery? There is no knowledge in such a mad state, a twisted and wrung out cloth from a “divine” liar, teasing us forever…his “beloved”. Soaked with human tears, this cloth that bears each name of each separated soul, robbed of their sonship.

I want to touch not a twisted rag, wet with sorrow and tattered by the impotent rage of six-billion tiny minds…I want to feel the hem of the garment of the Christ, for I am no step-child.
For the Christ is our symbol for the truth of us.

For love’s extending knows no persons, only one unending Self.
For how are we to heal, by continuing to hide our shame in another?
What knowledge led to that? Is it not fear that would bring shame, and the shabby esteem for a self bound to “laws” it wrote itself? I said only the disheartened could conceive of such. This is not knowledge, but the nightmare of one perfect Child, dreaming he fell away from his Father.

Darkness all around, he shakes in his bed, and cries for light. He forgot he is created of light. When are we going to stop being afraid? We hold what we call knowledge before us, a shield to ward off an enemy of our own design…it is a veil we battle.

Knowledge frees, never confines. To know is to just be. Be as we are, in truth, under the scales of this strange focus…this physicality. It need not be strange, this is our dream.

3. WE WHO DREAM.

Father, we stand to erase all differences, so that we are clear
to receive your light. We stand and declare your reality, hands
raised to the sky. Nightmares may storm the gates of our united
hearts, but still we stand. We who dream shout no more for the pull
of that which returns to dust, but dwell here with you, forever.
Amen.

I am still. I am part of “something greater”, which I sense always, but especially now, when I come into the chamber, and lock my door. I am part of the Son, the whole of creation.
Part of erasing all differences is finding the reality behind the words we use; realizing that words cover more than reveal. Ego will concentrate on the covering, while it is ours to focus on the revealing. We are the one dreaming, after all.

We who dream have many ways to see truth. Even that word, “truth”, is controversial. “Whose truth?” Do you see? Rest here, with me, with our Father. If you do not like the word “Father”, substitute your own word. As you rebel against a certain word, recognize this as ego blocking your sight from “Him”. Also, realize that I, writing this, am not above or below you, the reader, but am equal to you, as created. We are all teachers, we are all students.

When I write “I am still”, I am writing as all there is…everything created. I have learned that I can see both ego and reality; stand “between” them in a manner of speaking; I’ve learned that it is possible to keep this “balance”, because there is no balance between what is real and what is false. As A Course In Miracles teaches, “Only the truth is true.”

I sense the whole of all there is. I focus on it; breathe in through my nose, out through my mouth. There follows a realization that yes, I am one with all there is! Then I must be one with (what we call) God. This must be so. This is not intellect, but a calm knowing that, as Emerson wrote, “Lies in smiling repose.” I believe he was writing of God, and it is this I seek, and find, as I stand and declare that I can sense that repose. “Repose” does not mean “He” is taking it easy while the world suffers. It means that God knows “us”, all there is, only as “He” created us.

For me, this perfectly answers the question, “Why does God allow suffering?” If God is All That Is, it does not mean God is evil or allows even the tiniest creature to feel even the slightest discomfort, let alone create “man”, then sit back to test his faith, as man tortures his brother/sister/children. All That Is means, all that is real.

That projected image is not my experience as I come within. I am urged by, or through, this sensing, to declare that it is time we take another step, but within, to recognize this calm knowing.

We do not need another teaching, certainly not another religion. We need healing. But first we must understand that there is nothing from which to be healed. We already are everything we need. That is, in truth. Not what appears in this dream of being separate, but as we actually are. Here is that repose, that smile, subtle and calm, for God knows there is no need.

By stepping within, we are “entering” reality, not escaping it. I use quotes here, because we never left our reality, our home. There is no leaving, as there is no need for healing, for they both are impossible…again, because they are images. Images can be, and are, changed. But again, we do so by going to the Source, All That Is (real). Ego cannot tell us that if God is All That Is, He must be evil, and torture, and hunger, and war. Within, we see ego as it is: nothing. No-thing.

People think that good and evil constitute balance, that one cannot be without the other. By now, we know this is ego. I have seen joy on the faces of many babies throughout my life, before they had the chance to experience despair…peace as they slept, before they knew turmoil.

True balance is knowing that creation is creation, and image making (projection) is just that. The other extreme is chaos, not balance. For truth is not an extreme, but is as it is. It cannot be defined, and as we try, each word we use serves to further complicate our sight. So we remain still. There is no struggle here. Truth is seen, however. This is self-evident. We have but to pay attention. But then, at times, we are simply met with it, when it seemed we were not paying attention at all, but were going about our business of the day.

We who dream look to that far horizon, thinking we are a multitude of separate yet alike beings of flesh and/or a vague notion called “soul”. We look and wonder how to reach it, when it does become yet another line, and another. Is this where the despair comes from? Is this our stumbling block, our not-seeing-clearly, the seat of ego’s calamity?

And the voice does “come”. It is with us; it is everything that we are, in truth. Then all that appears must be behind that mask. Then All That Is must be our reality. What we thought was reality is illusion, and what we fear might not be true (a warm, welcoming, unconditionally loving Creator), is reality.

But that is why we go within, to see that All That Is is real. Here is our proof as we learn more and more of “Him”. It is not so that God is hiding; it is not so that God creates to test; it is not so that we are puppets; it is not so that we cannot see these things.

Another scale falls. Veil lifted, fog dissolved by that eternal sun. Yes, we are seen whole, not scattered. Ours is the heritage of the Son. What a waste to create us in physical terms, and send one individual to the world, call him the one and only son of God, and expect the rest of us to dance to that cosmic, magical tune; the divine implication that we must earn a heritage freely given to this one.

There is a thread of truth that runs through all teaching:
“What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow creature. That is the whole Law; the rest is commentary.” --Rabbi Hillel, first century. (Oxford Companion to the Bible).

I do not see this Golden Rule (“Do unto others”) as a warning, but as a blessing. I believe it tells us that we cannot harm another without harming ourselves. This because we are one. And it follows that we could not bless another without blessing ourselves. We are the same in truth. There is joy here, and we allow a wisp of nothing called “ego” to stand in our way of receiving that joy.

At the beginning of this chapter, I said that I am “part of” the Son. This does not imply that I do not receive the whole of my heritage, but that this “I” is the one dreaming. The Son is everything that we are, in truth. This bears repeating. Indeed, it commands repeating, for it is our cornerstone. Here is our balance point. Here, the core of our oneness, the whole of our garment, as we realize we are infinitely more than we think we know.

That is why I feel that we need to basically stop talking about it, and actually find it. We do not have to live as if monsters lurk behind every corner; we need no longer tremble in our houses, afraid to go out and speak our hearts to the world we make. I do not speak here of mindless chattering about how “happy” we are, but simply be. Be transformed by the renewing of our mind.

That is, to lift the veil. Ego wants to make everything complicated, because the more we bury our truth under layers of dogmatic analysis, the stronger ego’s hold on us. But it is the “grip” of a fist made of shadows.

“Our truth”. By this I mean who/what we are, underneath the veil. We already are that, and we know it. To me, this is a joyous thing! Joy without opposite. Here is our “within”. It has always been, will always be.

Rather than preclude one’s religious training, or heritage, the traditions of universal seeking, truth moves through all teaching, along with our Rule of Gold, as a thread of intention. Truth is all-inclusive (we are one, after all). We are, as one, saying the same thing. There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it.

Here is our “Something Greater”. We find it, tell ego to get behind, and experience this presence which is more than a presence. We have found it, and we know it was not lost, we were not lost…but forever “found”.
But let us now recognize that the world is not “outside” us, against which we must struggle in spite of our “good thoughts”, but is within our mind.

For Mind is all there is, the extension of the Reality of God. Let us know that thought is power, and all thought has its effect. “It was just a thought” is one more ego-block, but we already know, we have but to tell ego that we are in charge. This is our dream.

Every atom, molecule, the stuff of projected thought; the sense of faith, just beneath despair; that despair brought about perhaps by our propensity to go to the negative before the positive; each call for love as we know love, the reminder of our oneness; all this, and the hate we fear yet embrace…which turns out to be the loudest cry for love…yes all this just to say one thing.

It all speaks. We still think it is balance, this chaotic struggle between opposites: love and hate, fear and love, faith and tragedy. This back and forth keeps us from ourselves, and is why we dream, and cling to our humanness, because we fear there might be nothing else. But this one thing is why we come within. It is why we still hold doors open for strangers.

Here is our key. Again, not a new teaching, but an old idea whispered for all time (in our terms.) We hold the door because we are one, but more, because we intuitively know we are one. How could we not know, unless it were so? Through the stuff of projection, we still see.

Then this is my focus. The sight. Within the sight, I see the “other” as myself, which at first was uncomfortable, but with practice, I saw more and more clearly. It is, in our terms, a process…I am still working on it.

But working while knowing I am (we are) already “there”. In this way, we see the “process” can be enjoyed as a journey to the truth of us, as one.

4. THE NEVER-DONE.

Everything is either love or a call for love. Nothing is done alone, because no one is alone. The never-done has gone. As each step is taken, when the foot leaves the ground, where now is that step? It has gone, and what has gone was never there. The ego protests mightily against such "blasphemy" of its "laws." The body is still there. It marches forward, and the ego will not allow any thought that questions where the body, any body, has been, but only where it is, and where it goes. None of the world's roads lead anywhere, but the ego cannot afford to "allow" us to see that truth. When we begin to question the ego, we see it is nothing and nowhere. It had no power; its "power" came only from our alliegance to it. What is is eternal.

5. THERE IS NOTHING OUTSIDE ME.

Believing is a form of willing. The world I see is illusion, but my belief makes it real to me. Belief is a consistent, strongly held thought. Thought is of mind, and mind is of spirit. The world believes thought is nothing, and so it is the will of the separated Sons of God that it be so. But the will of separation cannot change our true Identity. We remain God's Son. God Himself wills that I do my will. Not as this little man with his little life, for God sees no ego. God wills I do my will as His holy Son. The little self I made cannot prevail against the Kingdom God has set up with His holy Son. The disheartened cry, "Blasphemy!" "Once more, my brother, look again and choose," says the sinless Son of God. I cannot hear both voices at once. I must choose which voice I will hear and follow.

What I believe, I will. In willing, I see, but what I wish for, I perceive, because I forgot to laugh at my tiny, vaporous idea that I could leave my perfectly loving Father, making of Him a legend of anger and vengeance.

But when I accept the One Voice, the One that speaks for God, illusions disappear. My amnesia is lifted, and I hear Heaven's Song. I had tried to be someone I am not, but I can never change Who I really am.

There is nothing outside me. I tried to make a will to substitute the One I thought I ran away from. But when I turned, hearing the Voice, I saw His Radiance, and He said, "Come home, my Son." What is the depth of nothing? Its width, weight, circumference?

The Love Is Real

2008-02-12T08:18:00.001-07:00

It is all about love. Love as we know it has little to do with the love from which we "came". Love is right where we are; we have only to become aware that we never could leave it, and it appears as if from somewhere else. But we had it always. It is ours forever.

There is nothing outside us...what we call "God" is all around us...only this. Nothing else is real. Look for God, and God has always been; do not look for God, and God still remains, and we still remain as created. God remains unchanged.

We make images, call this "seeing". It is not seeing. What we think is real is unreal, and what we think is unreal is real. What we call "God" did not create the world. The world is unreal, and nothing unreal has any reality.

We are one Self, dreaming of separation, isolated from even ourselves...the selves we made to hide in our fear. When we wake up in the morning, we think we are no longer sleeping, but we are still sleeping.

Love protects us, but it protects us from only what has no existence. Love knows there is nothing but love. Love protects simply by being what it is. Love did not create a world that falls into dust, and dies.

It seems strange only because we keep hold of our fear, no longer recalling our true state of perfect love. Ask a question, and calmly await the answer. The answer was given long before you, we, were "born". Time fell away the instant it came into our mind. It is gone, we just keep holding on to our memory of it. It is not so that we cannot see these things. These teachings are not "mine", they are ours.

The peace that reveals itself could never leave us. I awoke long ago, and went home. Herein lies peace, but let us understand, "long ago", and "went home" are in our terms. In truth, we never left, and this perfect instant is the only time there is.

The love is real.

There Are No Opposites

2008-01-17T05:55:00.001-07:00

We are blessed simply because of what we are. We are blessed because there is no opposite, thus no possibility of being "not-blessed". This knowledge is in the open for all to see. We are one with our Source.

There is nothing anywhere that can damn you. You can deny yourself your own knowledge of this truth, but you cannot change it. Nothing is true but the truth. Nothing was created that had not been created. This is another way of saying God is all there is.

We are not self-created. "Something" created us...Something completely beautiful, but beauty without opposite, for we came up with the idea of opposites. We have hypnotized ourselves into believing that one cannot have beauty without ugliness--peace without war--and our word for this is "Balance". We are simply afraid. We do not understand who and what we are, so we run from what seems too good to possibly be true. We dream of monsters and forget we made up the monsters; our world that we dream seems to come without our volition, yet we know we make it as we go along. We are precisely as we were created. Nothing can change the truth of our holiness, our oneness with God, this Something, Whose Love has no opposite...there is no such thing as "Opposite".

Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

The Spontaneous Present

2008-01-13T07:32:00.001-07:00

The world we think we see is a memory of the world we made to hide from our Creator. That world, as we said before, was over in the same instant it seemed to appear. We made the world. All that we think happened, never happened, except the love. A Course In Miracles teaches that loving thoughts are all that is real here. (There is no "here" here.)

I am having a memory of writing these words; I think I am writing them "now", but I am writing them in what we think of as "The Past". What we call memory is only our insistence on holding events/ images in our mind, rather than allowing them to disappear. As you sit there reading these words, slowly turn your head. As you do, the original position your head was in is now gone, but you keep recalling it. That position is gone. This is our idea of "Past". It is all over. It is not the truth of us; it is not our home. We never left home, nor could we.

"What about spontaneity?" What we think of as spontaneity is just part of the awesome power of mind. Our mind. All time is at once, we just experience it in slow-motion. The first day of this world, this earth, and the last day, are in the same moment. When we watch a movie, we know that it is already over, because its beginning, middle and end are contained within the disk. The first scene of the movie, and the last, are at the same moment. We just experience it in slow-motion.

As long as we insist on remembering what never took place, we will not know the Present. Everything we do and think and say, is in the past. But there is no past...the past is only our holding onto events that we imagined. A Course In Miracles says, "I see nothing as it is now." I am recalling this keyboard, I am remembering the taste of my coffee as I sip. But it is over. None of this happened because God did not create it. God created us by extending perfect Love to us, through us, as us. We are not weak, or sick. We do not die. We are God's Son.

Remember the Present. Therein thrives peace...the peace from which we have come, are created, have our whole being. Demonstrate to yourself that it is so. Herein lies our release from dreams of separation.

God is alive, not alive and then dead! There is no death, and the beauty is that we all know this is true. Every living thing knows we are whole, eternal, in this holy Present. This is why the following is true:

Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

With You Always

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Listen. It is not so that you cannot hear, it is not so that you cannot see. It is not so that you are no more than bones wrapped in skin. Listen, not to "me", but to the reaching within yourself.

Be still. Your mind is restless, yet there is eternal rest in you; you seem at war, yet there is peace in you that has no opposite. This seeming war whose battles have no validity, thus no meaning for you, ended in the same instant that it occurred to you. Nothing has taken you away from your Source. Your Source is all that exists. Only your Source, or God, or Creator, or Great White Spirit...it matters not at all what names you choose...only this exists. It is "within" you, and you are "within" it. It does not seem so, but it is true. Be still.

There are no opposites. There is no "outside". Light and dark, good and bad, up and down...these are meaningless, unless you persist in giving them meaning. But that giving was in vain. You still believe to give is to lose, yet inside you the knowledge lives that true giving is receiving. Yes, it lives, thrives, within every cell of your body, even though the cells in truth do not exist. What we call "Physical" is no more than tiny particles, themselves without solidity. You are, in truth, invisible.

How could this be? Invisible! Not possible. Remember, these things are not so because I say them...I say them because they are so. Remember too, that we are "both" saying them to each other. "We" are actually the same Self, what A Course In Miracles calls "God's Son". We are teaching each other that this world is over.

We became afraid, and the world we think we see is the "result", but it lasted an instant, and was gone. Why? Because our Source knows us only as our Source created us. What God knows...IS. Nothing has changed, we remain as created. Sense it. It is right where you are, right now. Please do not turn away. You simply became afraid, but there literally is nothing to fear. You can find the peace that lives in you. It is not hiding from you, you have hidden from it, inside bone and tissue. But this camouflage of nothingness you have hypnotized yourself into witnessing, has no validity of itself. But you do. You are valid forever, we are valid forever, you and I, as one.

Only look, only listen...One goes with you. One could never leave you, would never want to. You are not alone, encased in flesh, isolated from all around you, incapable of communicating. The peace that you are already exists, you need not create it, or struggle to uncover it. It is everything you are, behind these illusions of separateness.
Stop being afraid. Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.

"Look: I am with you always."