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.
Having denied Self and set aside Truth–a fruitless effort–to exist in a world that directs paths according to ‘it’s’ tenants– Wake (!) from weary wasteful sleep where time seems to dwell–Long days, and hours, and years, resting in such separated solitude as to elude the denial of pursuits of freedom–remembrances of sanity. Now. Awake. Truth of being gives voice, and sings it’s forgotten songs– deep and joyous (Love)–None could see (less) except such visage; and, in fact, leave no favored or ill mark on it at all.
“I dwell in my own illusions and I love my creations”