Beautiful writing from A Course In Miracles, for this Sunday morning…
Lesson 186, Para 9…”He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation. All the images His Son appears to make have no affect on what he is. They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off. Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.”
[He=God, etc…] [His Son=Us as His creation]
Is that a crazy question? Well, maybe, but consider it…
Insights from A Course In Miracles…Can you escape the world you created? What is the reality in which you truly exist?
For what lies beyond is the next chapter and the continuing saga of the little self that believes it suffers and believes it can die.
If you believe your death will release you, then you have believed in the lie of the world of illusion that tells you that you are a body.
Be glad and sing instead. Ask to see with me the truth of your being and the timelessness of true love.
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There are certain places in our world that can’t take RAW. Like people who can’t tolerate RAW veggies. They can’t take the crunch or the blast of true flavor that so often gets boiled out and watered down by grocery store canned goods. There are places that don’t and won’t accept the cut open, bleeding truth to be allowed in their hallowed sanctuary. The spaces of seeming tranquility and pure love…peace, if you will. But truly, these places house and harbor the very RAW. In fact, the cut throat, bleeding to death RAWNESS in the sense of pain, grief, and suffering that so often precludes their desire to unite in the safety of the sanctuary. Are these havens for only the devout, quiet, repetitious, gentle hands of the peace makers? If so, who is there to lead? Who is there to see revelation, be inspired, and transformed? Is it helpful to deny our suffering and claim wholeness? I say, no. Sweetly…gently…lovingly…no. For how can the heavy heart truly believe you can lift it by your words only? By words of others only? No. For only grief can know grief. Only pain can know pain…and so on, and on. So, I say, at least for myself (as I can only speak thus)…give me RAW. Give me TRUTH. Else I hide in shadows of forever.
This day I move in the awareness of my creative source. I allow the Divine spark to energize me –expressing easily in the flow of light and love and life. I breath in joy. I breath out peace. My eyes are open to every avenue of the creative Force and I see what my Higher Self sees and work in that expression. Through this Source I AM perfectly connected and in the wholeness of my truth – I AM free!