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...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The Son Speaks
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.
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.
Friday, July 3, 2009
I Am Free
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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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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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Be Glad, be Healed
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.
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.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
It Might Be True
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.
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.
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