"All you need to do..."

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".