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.
