My Prayer

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.