I made (or make) the world that I see. It is my version of the greater world. Thus, I am responsible for what I see. I think I understand what that means, yet I must remind myself that it is so. I forget. I get caught up in the (my) perception of an outside world coming at me. But the world I see is not coming at me, it is coming from me.
The world I see is neutral, but the thoughts that form it are not neutral. Mind is very powerful, and never stops. I want very much to go beyond these writings, the text of my deepest heart. I want to awaken, and see that I was always home. When I say that, it reminds me that I did awaken. The world that I still react to as if it is outside me is over. It is over because it never was.
This "I" thinks it is autonomous. It thinks it is separate from "you". It thinks there is a world outside. Not only does it think these things, it demands these things are so. It defends these beliefs with a great ferocity. It keeps the world before me, blinding me to my own reality. At the same time, it prevents me from recalling, realizing, that I am responsible for it. This "I" is the self I made. It does not exist.
But then, what does exist? I sense another self, even now, in this false present. It exists. It is not apart, it is not separate, it is not another self. It just feels that way, because I have been so convinced that I am an individual being, living among other beings, that I forgot how to recognize my Self. "Myself is nothing, but my Self is everything." --A Course In Miracles."
I am learning, when I speak about myself, to picture everything, every rock, every flower, every slap, every caress, as included in this "I". In other words, I am learning that everything I see (including what I think I cannot see), is me. Yes, even the "bad" things. This exercise helps me to forgive the world I see. I imagine this "I" as a radio tower, broadcasting its signal to all the earth, and "out" to the universe. But I must keep in mind that I am forming the earth and universe; not that it all exists on its own, and I move into it. I am making it.
But I must accept that I want the world I see. I believe this is what ACIM means when it says that we must hide nothing from the Holy Spirit. I see a world because I want a world. I want to hide. I am afraid. I am convinced of my unworthiness. I am a sinner, a murderer, a cheater of a divine love that I fear is a damning love. And yet, I still want it.
This is the hell we know. It is all we know. We catch glimpses, flashes of light, but the world is given precedence because it is so loud, so garish in its seeming assault on our senses. But all the while, One goes with us. That One is us.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The Second Voice
It sounds like this:
I want to be separate. In fact, I demand it. I want to be an individual, distinct from everyone else, and everything else. I want to be special. I want you to play roles: cousin, sibling, friend, spouse, neighbor, citizen of another town, state, country. I want to at once hold you close and keep you apart, away from me. I do not know what I am, and that scares me. So, I pretend I know what I am; I discover all that I find around me, all the various things I label "nature." Or "universe." I learn how these work, all the many attributes of the natural world around me.
That is the loud voice we accept as our voice, our self. But there is another voice. Actually, there is but one voice, we just perceive two. The voice we perceive as loud is a sort of whistling in the dark as we make our frightened way: "Look! I'm not afraid. Here I am! I'm headed home!"
Might it be true that we are one infinite self? Would this self not be the "second" voice? Called the still small voice, but "still" and "small" only because we demand the first voice be real. Why should that idea, that we are not separated beings, but one self, be so strange an idea to us? Why so frightening a thought?
Because we think it means we lose something precious to us. Our individuality. I pause from typing, and I look up. There are two little shelves above my head. There I have some books, and various things that I treasure: a couple of old bookends I inherited from my mother, engraved with the image of a World War One aviator...various things scattered around me. Me.
What is "me"? Why do I still refer to "my" body as myself? Why do I look at these objects without automatically knowing they are part of me, pieces of my own mind? Why should that thought be so outrageous? I feel as if I am stuck inside what we call a body. I have a thing inside my skull that seems to make me think and speak, and able to observe what is called the outside world. Why does it seem so strange for me to understand that everything I see...is me?
I have to remind myself that the world I see is in my mind, that I invented the world I see. A Course In Miracles teaches this, that we made the world up. But long before I had heard of ACIM,I always had a sense of "I am doing this". It makes perfect sense to me, and yet I still give more attention to the loud voice than the still voice. Why?
As soon as I ask "why", the "small" voice tells me to be still. The voice reminds me that the Course also says, "myself is nothing, but my Self is everything." This tells me that the self we think we are, demand to be...that we made that self up in order to perceive the world we made in which to hide from our Self, which is us! "There is no world!" --ACIM.
As I ask what is "me", it follows that I would ask, what is "you". You must be my brother. Not your body, but you. Beneath your loud voice. It must be that we made one another. We needed something with which to perceive this world we were forming out of our fear and guilt for our perception that we enraged our Creator. So this body came to be. We are hiding.
It is impossible that we are scattered, isolated beings scrambling on a great rock in a cold dark space. It has been asked, "How did the impossible happen?" For me, the simple answer is that it didn't! Is that not the whole point? The world is but a tiny instant of fear that was gone in that same instant in which it seemed to appear. We need not demand to be anything that we are not. The world is over.
I hear morning birds outside my window. Their song reminds me of the Song we all hear. It is eternal. I need not fight against the world I see (the sounds I hear). I need only forgive (overlook) the world. The world is shadows. It lasted an instant because it never was. It is not our Creator's Will, and so it is not our will, as His Son.
I want to be separate. In fact, I demand it. I want to be an individual, distinct from everyone else, and everything else. I want to be special. I want you to play roles: cousin, sibling, friend, spouse, neighbor, citizen of another town, state, country. I want to at once hold you close and keep you apart, away from me. I do not know what I am, and that scares me. So, I pretend I know what I am; I discover all that I find around me, all the various things I label "nature." Or "universe." I learn how these work, all the many attributes of the natural world around me.
That is the loud voice we accept as our voice, our self. But there is another voice. Actually, there is but one voice, we just perceive two. The voice we perceive as loud is a sort of whistling in the dark as we make our frightened way: "Look! I'm not afraid. Here I am! I'm headed home!"
Might it be true that we are one infinite self? Would this self not be the "second" voice? Called the still small voice, but "still" and "small" only because we demand the first voice be real. Why should that idea, that we are not separated beings, but one self, be so strange an idea to us? Why so frightening a thought?
Because we think it means we lose something precious to us. Our individuality. I pause from typing, and I look up. There are two little shelves above my head. There I have some books, and various things that I treasure: a couple of old bookends I inherited from my mother, engraved with the image of a World War One aviator...various things scattered around me. Me.
What is "me"? Why do I still refer to "my" body as myself? Why do I look at these objects without automatically knowing they are part of me, pieces of my own mind? Why should that thought be so outrageous? I feel as if I am stuck inside what we call a body. I have a thing inside my skull that seems to make me think and speak, and able to observe what is called the outside world. Why does it seem so strange for me to understand that everything I see...is me?
I have to remind myself that the world I see is in my mind, that I invented the world I see. A Course In Miracles teaches this, that we made the world up. But long before I had heard of ACIM,I always had a sense of "I am doing this". It makes perfect sense to me, and yet I still give more attention to the loud voice than the still voice. Why?
As soon as I ask "why", the "small" voice tells me to be still. The voice reminds me that the Course also says, "myself is nothing, but my Self is everything." This tells me that the self we think we are, demand to be...that we made that self up in order to perceive the world we made in which to hide from our Self, which is us! "There is no world!" --ACIM.
As I ask what is "me", it follows that I would ask, what is "you". You must be my brother. Not your body, but you. Beneath your loud voice. It must be that we made one another. We needed something with which to perceive this world we were forming out of our fear and guilt for our perception that we enraged our Creator. So this body came to be. We are hiding.
It is impossible that we are scattered, isolated beings scrambling on a great rock in a cold dark space. It has been asked, "How did the impossible happen?" For me, the simple answer is that it didn't! Is that not the whole point? The world is but a tiny instant of fear that was gone in that same instant in which it seemed to appear. We need not demand to be anything that we are not. The world is over.
I hear morning birds outside my window. Their song reminds me of the Song we all hear. It is eternal. I need not fight against the world I see (the sounds I hear). I need only forgive (overlook) the world. The world is shadows. It lasted an instant because it never was. It is not our Creator's Will, and so it is not our will, as His Son.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Voice
I listen to the Voice I am convinced I cannot hear. It protects me by knowing for me that there is nothing to be protected from. This Voice is everything I am in truth. It is the true "I". I think I cannot hear the Voice because I believe wrongly that the loud voice (the ego) is real.
The "I" who now types these letters thinks it is a body, or at least in a body, but the body is unreal, nothing but an image designed to hide my sense of fear, and guilt that came from the fear...but the only thing that "came from" anywhere, is God's holy Son. We are God's Son. None is special, meaning none is isolated. The fear was over in the same instant it seemed to come. In our terms, we awoke long ago, and were always home. "I awoke long ago, and went home."
It always seems hard when we bring teaching into practice in The Real World. We want little to do with our lofty beliefs when things are not going well. But what is the point of having them if we cannot use them to help us when we are in turmoil?
I look "out" at the world, and I say, "This is inside my mind. I am doing this." I am doing this is never an accusation. It is a blessing. There is nothing or no one to accuse me except me...this small "I" that thinks it types, and goes to work, and wants things but does not know why. A Course In Miracles says we are not seeing, but making images. We forgot that our mind is very powerful and never stops creating. We have hypnotized ourselves into believing we are each one alone inside a body.
The word, blessing just came into my mind. Remember that there are no opposites. Love as Love is has no opposite...so it is with peace and blessing, and The Whole of God. God is indeed whole, but this does not mean that God is limited. Words cannot define or describe what God actually is. I can and do experience God to my own level of understanding (the little "I"); God is more and more of God Itself. Or Himself, whatever word you prefer. God is Love. This means everything we think we see, never took place...except the love; loving thoughts that transcend our fear as we look out at a dangerous world. But we forgot that we are forming that world. So if it is dangerous it is we who make it so. If we could remember that we are part of God, and allow ourselves to know this is not arrogant, we would awaken and return to Him Who we never could leave.
Yet we have awakened and returned. It is not the Will of God that God's Son be anything other than just that. God's Son. Only this.
Thus the Voice is "heard": Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.
All our image-making did nothing. God did not create the world we think we see, but God created His Son, and as His Son, we can imagine as well as create.
The "I" who now types these letters thinks it is a body, or at least in a body, but the body is unreal, nothing but an image designed to hide my sense of fear, and guilt that came from the fear...but the only thing that "came from" anywhere, is God's holy Son. We are God's Son. None is special, meaning none is isolated. The fear was over in the same instant it seemed to come. In our terms, we awoke long ago, and were always home. "I awoke long ago, and went home."
It always seems hard when we bring teaching into practice in The Real World. We want little to do with our lofty beliefs when things are not going well. But what is the point of having them if we cannot use them to help us when we are in turmoil?
I look "out" at the world, and I say, "This is inside my mind. I am doing this." I am doing this is never an accusation. It is a blessing. There is nothing or no one to accuse me except me...this small "I" that thinks it types, and goes to work, and wants things but does not know why. A Course In Miracles says we are not seeing, but making images. We forgot that our mind is very powerful and never stops creating. We have hypnotized ourselves into believing we are each one alone inside a body.
The word, blessing just came into my mind. Remember that there are no opposites. Love as Love is has no opposite...so it is with peace and blessing, and The Whole of God. God is indeed whole, but this does not mean that God is limited. Words cannot define or describe what God actually is. I can and do experience God to my own level of understanding (the little "I"); God is more and more of God Itself. Or Himself, whatever word you prefer. God is Love. This means everything we think we see, never took place...except the love; loving thoughts that transcend our fear as we look out at a dangerous world. But we forgot that we are forming that world. So if it is dangerous it is we who make it so. If we could remember that we are part of God, and allow ourselves to know this is not arrogant, we would awaken and return to Him Who we never could leave.
Yet we have awakened and returned. It is not the Will of God that God's Son be anything other than just that. God's Son. Only this.
Thus the Voice is "heard": Change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change.
All our image-making did nothing. God did not create the world we think we see, but God created His Son, and as His Son, we can imagine as well as create.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Our Peace
We tend to declare that God is all there is without understanding what it means. If God, also known as All That Is (see the Seth books by Jane Roberts) really is all, what does that make us, you and me?
Why do we not know the answer? Why are we stuck in bodies while God is apparently spirit? Why are we not with "Him"? It seems clear to me that if what we call "God" is all there is, then "you" and "I", as separated selves living out tiny days, our bodies in a constant state of decay, rotting until the day we finally cast them off, we must then be illusion.
It is obvious to me that if God is All That Is, then we must be part of "Him". Does God rot, fall apart, fall into dust? Why then, do we? Our physical selves are more important to us than God. We cling desperately to the physical even as we claim to be spiritual. In a spiritual training class years ago, I heard one student make reference to the "real world." In that moment I began to see what I call the great dichotomy: "Oh, yes, I am spiritual, but it is certainly the physical 'real world' that truly matters!"
The world is seen as real, as solid. Spirituality is seen as ephemeral, even if we consider ourselves to be very spiritual. We still come from the point of view of physical first. But who could blame us? This is our focus. We are focused intensely on this thing we call physicality. I see it as looking through a microscope. When one looks through a microscope, one sees the field, and the world outside that tiny field seems to go away. We are focused so intensely on the world, that we forgot we made it up, as our Self, God's Son as God created us. We project these images, forget we projected them, then react to them as if they are assailing us. It is not our nature to focus. We are clearly capable of great focus, but this is because mind is free, and never stops creating.
We want very much to hold onto our individual selves. We want our specialness, our uniqueness. Even as I type these words, I know my ego desires to remain. It only knows to hold on to its existence. It demands to be autonomous. If it can convince me that I am a body, then it has won; if the ego can cause me to be unaware of the crumbling nature of physicality, which it does by keeping my attention toward what it demands is life, then it has me.
But we made the ego. What we make we can unmake. "Make" in this context means to perceive rather than create. In our self-induced hypnosis, we have made up a world and a universe. Everything herein is made to keep our attention away from Who/What we really are. That is why spirituality is seen as an interesting subject, while the physical is given precedence.
The only thing that makes sense to me is that "God" must be the truth of us. The reality behind that word: God, must be perfect love. Not jealousy, not anger, not any of the frailties we humans would place upon "Him", but just love. Is not the whole basis of religion fear? Is that not the bottom line? Religion sees threat everywhere, as does the ego, because if it (ego) can keep us focused on some outside terror, it can maintain its dominance. Can we see that the ego invented religion?
If I am special, does that not mean that the next person is not special? How can I be set apart from you? My specialness precludes yours, and yours precludes mine. Why should you look away from that? We are not separate. Separation is illusion. We see everything backwards. It is spirituality that is real, and the physical unreal. Only the real exists. What we call physical is simple images we cast to keep our awareness away from our reality. We did this spontaneously in our creation because we had a tiny moment of fear. But it is not God's Will, nor ours as His Son, that fear be real. Thus, the world is not real.
There is not God plus Pearl Harbor; there is not God plus 9/11; there is not God plus the awful things done to me when I was small. Perfect love is our reality. Why should we fear that? It is not our nature to be split into untold pieces.
God is All That Is. Therefore, we are part of God. We are God's Son. Our perfect oneness cannot be taken away. Every glance in kindness, every touch without thought for a touch in return; each song written in love; the poetry of the deepest heart...all this and every good in which thrives the awareness that to give is to receive...Herein lies His peace. Our peace.
Why do we not know the answer? Why are we stuck in bodies while God is apparently spirit? Why are we not with "Him"? It seems clear to me that if what we call "God" is all there is, then "you" and "I", as separated selves living out tiny days, our bodies in a constant state of decay, rotting until the day we finally cast them off, we must then be illusion.
It is obvious to me that if God is All That Is, then we must be part of "Him". Does God rot, fall apart, fall into dust? Why then, do we? Our physical selves are more important to us than God. We cling desperately to the physical even as we claim to be spiritual. In a spiritual training class years ago, I heard one student make reference to the "real world." In that moment I began to see what I call the great dichotomy: "Oh, yes, I am spiritual, but it is certainly the physical 'real world' that truly matters!"
The world is seen as real, as solid. Spirituality is seen as ephemeral, even if we consider ourselves to be very spiritual. We still come from the point of view of physical first. But who could blame us? This is our focus. We are focused intensely on this thing we call physicality. I see it as looking through a microscope. When one looks through a microscope, one sees the field, and the world outside that tiny field seems to go away. We are focused so intensely on the world, that we forgot we made it up, as our Self, God's Son as God created us. We project these images, forget we projected them, then react to them as if they are assailing us. It is not our nature to focus. We are clearly capable of great focus, but this is because mind is free, and never stops creating.
We want very much to hold onto our individual selves. We want our specialness, our uniqueness. Even as I type these words, I know my ego desires to remain. It only knows to hold on to its existence. It demands to be autonomous. If it can convince me that I am a body, then it has won; if the ego can cause me to be unaware of the crumbling nature of physicality, which it does by keeping my attention toward what it demands is life, then it has me.
But we made the ego. What we make we can unmake. "Make" in this context means to perceive rather than create. In our self-induced hypnosis, we have made up a world and a universe. Everything herein is made to keep our attention away from Who/What we really are. That is why spirituality is seen as an interesting subject, while the physical is given precedence.
The only thing that makes sense to me is that "God" must be the truth of us. The reality behind that word: God, must be perfect love. Not jealousy, not anger, not any of the frailties we humans would place upon "Him", but just love. Is not the whole basis of religion fear? Is that not the bottom line? Religion sees threat everywhere, as does the ego, because if it (ego) can keep us focused on some outside terror, it can maintain its dominance. Can we see that the ego invented religion?
If I am special, does that not mean that the next person is not special? How can I be set apart from you? My specialness precludes yours, and yours precludes mine. Why should you look away from that? We are not separate. Separation is illusion. We see everything backwards. It is spirituality that is real, and the physical unreal. Only the real exists. What we call physical is simple images we cast to keep our awareness away from our reality. We did this spontaneously in our creation because we had a tiny moment of fear. But it is not God's Will, nor ours as His Son, that fear be real. Thus, the world is not real.
There is not God plus Pearl Harbor; there is not God plus 9/11; there is not God plus the awful things done to me when I was small. Perfect love is our reality. Why should we fear that? It is not our nature to be split into untold pieces.
God is All That Is. Therefore, we are part of God. We are God's Son. Our perfect oneness cannot be taken away. Every glance in kindness, every touch without thought for a touch in return; each song written in love; the poetry of the deepest heart...all this and every good in which thrives the awareness that to give is to receive...Herein lies His peace. Our peace.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Sky
The sky was (is) bright, clouds parting as I drifted past. Oh the peace. I mean peace with no opposite. This is the point, you see. There is no opposite to peace as peace is, beneath the ego's shouts to the contrary.
The sky did not ask my religion, nor my politics, nor my nationality. It was simply blue with some clouds. It was silent, and the depth of its silence cannot be expressed with any language. No strings attached.
Reality has no opposite. Joy, love, peace, as they are, simply live forever unopposed, because nothing else exists. Only this.
The sky did not ask my religion, nor my politics, nor my nationality. It was simply blue with some clouds. It was silent, and the depth of its silence cannot be expressed with any language. No strings attached.
Reality has no opposite. Joy, love, peace, as they are, simply live forever unopposed, because nothing else exists. Only this.
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