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.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I Choose Sight
Our thoughts, or what we call our thoughts, appear as images; we call these images "the world". I see my own version of the world, and you see yours. We both agree telepathically that we are seeing the same world (the same room, the same basketball, the same car.) But I can't see through your eyes, and you can't see through mine.
We are not meant to be separate beings, and so in truth, we are not. It's a dream, a wispy veil covering our true sight. What we actually are is beyond words, and not of this world. There is no language that can be employed to describe it (us).
The ego is still present in me. The ego is the thought we had that we were suddenly separated from our Creator. We now think that we are each an isolated being, set off one from the other. I can tell the ego to get behind me, as Jesus Christ told Satan (I believe Satan is a symbol for the ego).
The ego does not exist. We invented it when we found we could no longer see our Creator. Invention comes from a sense of lack; but there is no lack. We believe in scarcity. We are confused and frightened. We forgot to laugh when the images (the world) came into our awareness. Then we forgot we are doing this. Now we are convinced that the world is very real, and that it is coming at us rather than from us.
Because we believe we are inside a body, our awareness stuck inside a skull, the world seems to be outside us. There is nothing outside. There is no outside. The world we see is not only in our mind; all the various objects we see are basically pieces of our mind. We each make our own version of a world; when the versions are combined, we think it is all one world. The thoughts we think we are thinking appear as images that we call "the world".
"There is a light in you the world cannot perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world. Yet you have eyes to see it. It is there for you to look upon. It was not placed in you to be kept hidden from your sight...To feel the Love of God within you is to see the world anew, shining in innocence, alive with hope, and blessed with perfect charity and love." --A Course In Miracles.
I choose sight.
We are not meant to be separate beings, and so in truth, we are not. It's a dream, a wispy veil covering our true sight. What we actually are is beyond words, and not of this world. There is no language that can be employed to describe it (us).
The ego is still present in me. The ego is the thought we had that we were suddenly separated from our Creator. We now think that we are each an isolated being, set off one from the other. I can tell the ego to get behind me, as Jesus Christ told Satan (I believe Satan is a symbol for the ego).
The ego does not exist. We invented it when we found we could no longer see our Creator. Invention comes from a sense of lack; but there is no lack. We believe in scarcity. We are confused and frightened. We forgot to laugh when the images (the world) came into our awareness. Then we forgot we are doing this. Now we are convinced that the world is very real, and that it is coming at us rather than from us.
Because we believe we are inside a body, our awareness stuck inside a skull, the world seems to be outside us. There is nothing outside. There is no outside. The world we see is not only in our mind; all the various objects we see are basically pieces of our mind. We each make our own version of a world; when the versions are combined, we think it is all one world. The thoughts we think we are thinking appear as images that we call "the world".
"There is a light in you the world cannot perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world. Yet you have eyes to see it. It is there for you to look upon. It was not placed in you to be kept hidden from your sight...To feel the Love of God within you is to see the world anew, shining in innocence, alive with hope, and blessed with perfect charity and love." --A Course In Miracles.
I choose sight.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Eastern Star
The Song plays on in this forever-now; it calls. I only dream I can't hear it, for there is no chance of my not hearing what is forever mine. The little life I think I have, this is but a desperate refusal to let go a tiny moment of fear that was healed and gone in my (our) creation. Herein lies the clue of the ages, not because You tease us with some grand mystery, as if You were a cosmic fooler. No, it is a clue because we who dream of separation catch glimpses of our Reality: You. Our Home.
Our tiny moment of fear made us feel suddenly alone, and this made us feel as if we had betrayed You. But You, being perfect Love and only this, know that we, Your Son, remain forever as created. But our sense that we threw our Home away was so unbearable that we fell into a deep sleep and dreamed we were many. This in order to displace this terrible guilt onto others like us, but different. We needed something to perceive with, so we made bodies, thus a world in which to house the bodies.
But Dearest, You simply sing to us, knowing we never could leave Home, only dreamt it so. We think we cannot understand this, but we are simply hiding. Yet truthfully, we awoke in the same instant that we slept, as it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son. Thus, the hiding--and the world--is over. The Eastern Star hangs in a night sky we made because we believed in darkness; but the Star gently reminds that nothing unreal exists, no one real has been harmed.
There is no harm, no dark sky; none but a tiny forgetting that we are with You; and since it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son--forever one with You--neither harm nor dark skies can exist: They are unreal. As are the stories we told ourselves, thus our children, of an angry god, a god who holds "love" in one hand, and dangerous rage in the other; whose all-too-human failings would have destroyed him eons before he had even a thought of making a little planet, and peopling it with tiny creatures with huge desires they know nothing of, then punish them when they err.
Dearest, my Creator--Father/Mother/Great Spirit--I yearn for You, though You are right where I (think I) am; my (our) nightmares mean nothing. They cannot prevail against the peace You Will for us. What is called the Holy Spirit, our link to the memory of Who we really are; is this the Star we see? Are we one with that Light that never goes out (because "going out" has no meaning)? The Whole of us, called The Christ, remembers You. "He" is the Self we thought we lost, but no, not ever, because You are perfect Love. Thus, we are not stepchildren.
I want to remember You. I find I think of You more and more as I go about these little days with which the world I see is cloaked. Everything I see, I make; everything I see is not only in my mind, it is my mind. And You are right "here". You are in everything I see; this means what I see is a result of perception, thus has no effects; because since You are in everything I see, everything I see must be but shadows on the walls of my mind. Is this not so, Father?
Yes, the Song calls. The Star shines, its sparkle a calm and gentle reminder that God's sleeping Son awoke long ago in his terms of time; awoke and saw his (our) Creator holding us in His perfect Love. The light we see is the light we are. The gifts we receive are those we had given. Creation, after all, is sharing. Sing we all the Song, recall our Home we never could leave; this is ours, this perfect mind we dreamed had split into untold pieces. We awoke, nothing was lost; we shared a gentle laugh. Thank You, Dearest. Amen.
Our tiny moment of fear made us feel suddenly alone, and this made us feel as if we had betrayed You. But You, being perfect Love and only this, know that we, Your Son, remain forever as created. But our sense that we threw our Home away was so unbearable that we fell into a deep sleep and dreamed we were many. This in order to displace this terrible guilt onto others like us, but different. We needed something to perceive with, so we made bodies, thus a world in which to house the bodies.
But Dearest, You simply sing to us, knowing we never could leave Home, only dreamt it so. We think we cannot understand this, but we are simply hiding. Yet truthfully, we awoke in the same instant that we slept, as it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son. Thus, the hiding--and the world--is over. The Eastern Star hangs in a night sky we made because we believed in darkness; but the Star gently reminds that nothing unreal exists, no one real has been harmed.
There is no harm, no dark sky; none but a tiny forgetting that we are with You; and since it is not Your Will that Your Son be anything but Your Son--forever one with You--neither harm nor dark skies can exist: They are unreal. As are the stories we told ourselves, thus our children, of an angry god, a god who holds "love" in one hand, and dangerous rage in the other; whose all-too-human failings would have destroyed him eons before he had even a thought of making a little planet, and peopling it with tiny creatures with huge desires they know nothing of, then punish them when they err.
Dearest, my Creator--Father/Mother/Great Spirit--I yearn for You, though You are right where I (think I) am; my (our) nightmares mean nothing. They cannot prevail against the peace You Will for us. What is called the Holy Spirit, our link to the memory of Who we really are; is this the Star we see? Are we one with that Light that never goes out (because "going out" has no meaning)? The Whole of us, called The Christ, remembers You. "He" is the Self we thought we lost, but no, not ever, because You are perfect Love. Thus, we are not stepchildren.
I want to remember You. I find I think of You more and more as I go about these little days with which the world I see is cloaked. Everything I see, I make; everything I see is not only in my mind, it is my mind. And You are right "here". You are in everything I see; this means what I see is a result of perception, thus has no effects; because since You are in everything I see, everything I see must be but shadows on the walls of my mind. Is this not so, Father?
Yes, the Song calls. The Star shines, its sparkle a calm and gentle reminder that God's sleeping Son awoke long ago in his terms of time; awoke and saw his (our) Creator holding us in His perfect Love. The light we see is the light we are. The gifts we receive are those we had given. Creation, after all, is sharing. Sing we all the Song, recall our Home we never could leave; this is ours, this perfect mind we dreamed had split into untold pieces. We awoke, nothing was lost; we shared a gentle laugh. Thank You, Dearest. Amen.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I Believe In The Light
This morning, before dawn, I woke and saw through barely open eyes, a golden light. The light seemed to be coming through branches of a tree. My eyes opened as if by their own volition, and I realized I was looking at the floor lamp at the end of the couch. The lamp was off.
I believe such a light exists. I believe it is here, right where we (think we) are. I think the light is not a figment of imagination, nor synapses firing; I believe in the light.
We who dream we are no more than skin stretched over a collection of bones; we whose joy demands its opposite; we who believe in darkness...we are the offspring of this light!
And such peace! No opposite to this. Attendant to the light, but one with it. Yes, and it seems so still, yet a certain passion rides along with it; a passion for creativity, as this is its nature. To be creative; to dance the eternal dance.
I said the light seemed to come through trees, but it was not sunlight; and maybe the branches were symbols for our veiled vision. I recently practiced seeing this light "in" all the people, buildings, cars...What I saw cannot be put into words.
There is a Song. Somehow, it is not so that we cannot hear its melody. We simply shut off our hearing when we made these ears. The body's ears were made to hear a world that is not there, as the body's eyes were made to see that illusory world. We all know the Song.
The light faded as I opened the body's eyes, and saw the dark lamp shade. I was not disappointed, as I know by now that the light cannot go away. It is here, it is eternal, it is real. It was I who returned to the physical, as we always do, because we are convinced it is our home, when Home awaits in perfect patience.
I believe such a light exists. I believe it is here, right where we (think we) are. I think the light is not a figment of imagination, nor synapses firing; I believe in the light.
We who dream we are no more than skin stretched over a collection of bones; we whose joy demands its opposite; we who believe in darkness...we are the offspring of this light!
And such peace! No opposite to this. Attendant to the light, but one with it. Yes, and it seems so still, yet a certain passion rides along with it; a passion for creativity, as this is its nature. To be creative; to dance the eternal dance.
I said the light seemed to come through trees, but it was not sunlight; and maybe the branches were symbols for our veiled vision. I recently practiced seeing this light "in" all the people, buildings, cars...What I saw cannot be put into words.
There is a Song. Somehow, it is not so that we cannot hear its melody. We simply shut off our hearing when we made these ears. The body's ears were made to hear a world that is not there, as the body's eyes were made to see that illusory world. We all know the Song.
The light faded as I opened the body's eyes, and saw the dark lamp shade. I was not disappointed, as I know by now that the light cannot go away. It is here, it is eternal, it is real. It was I who returned to the physical, as we always do, because we are convinced it is our home, when Home awaits in perfect patience.
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