The Peace of the Ages

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.