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]
Will they hear me when I’m old? Does age bring wisdom or simply unfettered confidence in expression?
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.
Ha! A year ago today I started this Blog. Has it really been that long?! This year has been such a year of transformation, and it just keeps extending in that way for me.
I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime, which is incredible considering my overactive mind and imagination. Alas, I have been scattered in many directions, precisely as we all are, and I am just on this journey we call ‘life’.
The last year has deepened my love of Art, and the connection somehow brings me closer to my Higher Spiritual Self in so many ways it would be impossible to express in such a short post as this. (and I promise it is short) In any case, my deep desire for a closer experience with the Powerful Universal Presence, that some call God, has brought me to some life-changing decisions which I know will bring me great joy and of which I have already found.
Paradoxically, life is the same. I eat, drink, work, dress, play–whatever, and so do all those around me. Caught in an endless circle of rituals and repetitions. Sometimes whirled out of balance by a shocking experience that breaks that routine.
I’m not much for routine, which I find boring…however, I do embrace some form of lose structure that allows me some flexibility and direction at the same time. I have to say perhaps I’m somewhat better at it now at this stage of my Crone life. I have to smile at that expression of myself, but here I am. There. Here. So I smile at myself and realize that in the last year I’m just learning more about how to simply ‘be’, and the rest is unknown…
I see the Light in you my friend, and I thank you for sharing this journey with me.
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”