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One Mighty Love -- Without Opposition or Ending

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A warmth envelops me as I bask in the Seeing of it.  The Glory of Heaven is here now.

I want to laugh -- how could it be otherwise? Really?! How could God/Love have created something "not Love?"  If God did not create anything in opposition to Love, how could the ego (i.e. the new "devil") have any reality?  How could something with no reality whatsoever have any effect on the Real? 
And then....since this road Home to God feels "personal".....Who am I? The fiction or the Reality?

I Am is a mystery, and yet I Am.  That's What Is.  That's Reality. 

I can believe in the false, and then it must play it all out.  This is because the Mind of God -- who I Am -- is all powerful.  I Am experiencing the product of my beliefs. Period. But It can stop.

Just a tiny little software program stands between the Son of God and all of heaven.  A tiny little scrap of code creates a facsimile experience of "life" to the One who believes it. This faux "…

There is no way to Love, for Love is the Way

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As the dream unfolds, some corner has been rounded.  I see this has been underway for sometime now... after all, God's promise is a promise kept.

A current of constant Life seems to flow now. Viscerally, I experience it.  While I have been taught the body is unreal, it is still my symbol, and now it's used to bring me closer to the Causeless Joy that is our Inheritance.  Everything hums within me, and while it modulates throughout the day, there are times that I feel I may implode in its intensity.  Then there are times, often during a joining with a Friend, where the Life within me goes very Deep and Still and Intense and out may come words or a song, but the flood that carries these symbols could carve the Grand Canyon.

Everything has become involuntary, and I am left in Gratitude and Awe and Joy.

And the "outer" has naturally shifted accordingly.  What used to feel solid now has a perpetual surreal quality.  The trappings of a "normal" life -- jobs, hom…

The Fire of Grace

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"The house is on fire...let it burn.  Just stay put."  Mooji

I'm calling for You, God. I know now You are with me, but in my wildest imaginings, I could never have known it would be like this.

You work me day and night.  Day and night there is burning, burning, burning until at times my very cells feel like red hot embers.

The time of seeming choice is over.  Heaven knows no delay and respects no worldly rules. I will to Shine, and since that is Your Will, the Universe of time and space are conspiring to make it so.  Disorientation sometimes occurs as linear rules cease to apply, but I only suffer until I remember (which is quickly now) to Let Go and enjoy the ride. 

As I go about the day, Your Voice speaks through all the people, places, and things I encounter.  It is Your Voice in my own head, too, that comes like morse code -- quickly, emphatically, concisely -- penetrating through whatever white noise may be droning lightly in the background.  You offer only Gifts: a…

A Promise Kept

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Readers: After a long hiatus sharing words, it feels like time to begin again.  It's a new day, a new chapter, and a reborn mind.  Whereas before the words and ideas came to solace the suffering, now it feels like morning -- a time when everything is fresh with dew and radiant from the first rays of a new sun arising and dissipating the darkness.   Thank you, Jesus.

(Copied from a Facebook status I wrote this morning)

I just felt like sharing the miracle....

The night before last, something big began to rise out of the deep within me -- like the Lochness Monster stirring in deep waters. Seemingly for no reason at the dinner table, my reality began contorting into a familiar warp where all the mirrors start to reflect a huge frightening Doubt. Thoughts were flooding in to give voice to the doubt - "what if this tour ends and I'm stuck in a situation I hate?" "what am I doing here when I don't belong?" ....and countless others condemning me in a…

The Divine is in my Mind

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Reader, it's as though I have never practiced this Course. Today was the first day.  Those previous 20-something years were...well, an illusion. :)

Today, though...now in this moment, now before I forget again, which I surely will... I practice this Course.  I am humble. I am taking slow and clumsy baby steps in learning A Course in Miracles, the Real One.  The Course that Jesus offers, and not the facsimiles I fascinated myself with in dreams. 

Starting from scratch, I remember there is no hierarchy of illusions, of which this character I believe myself to be is one.  Laura is in my mind. "The path" is not "out there" in some doing or not doing that she may be involved in.  Progress can not be judged based on anything Laura seems to do or not do, or what seems to happen around her.  The "stepping stones" she takes are in my Mind. The "problems" she faces are in my Mind.  The "relationships" she has are in my Mind.  All of &q…

Love is in my refuge...

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I feel the Path of Awakening is much like a birth: We may be blessed with many helpers (or "mighty companions" as A Course in Miracle's Manual for Teachers says), but it is a solo journey ultimately. 

Each has her own steps to take in her own time. Each has his own bridge of Forgiveness to build and then to cross.  Each has the decision to make -- am I willing to choose only Love? --  in the face of all the dark thoughts, images, and other temptations that we can count on plaguing us.  When we are sleepless at 3am and aching out of fear or guilt or anger, each of us must find our willingness to reach out to the Christ -- the Light within -- and ask for Help.  And each of us must do this over and over and over.

It seems the true mystics and saints -- even the ones that gained notoriety, and we can be sure many never did -- spent a lot of time alone.  Knowing there is no refuge in the world, they turned within.  That is where all the "juice" was.  That's whe…

Deconstruction

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Years ago, I wanted to know more about the Dalai Lama. I'd read a biography and was hooked. I loved his free spirit, his courage, his wisdom, his humor.  From popular quotes, I knew of his compassion. From pictures, where his contagious, unpretentious smile would grab my heart, I felt he was a friend.

I wanted to experience more of him, so I went in search of a video. This was before YouTube, before the day when any inspiration or whim can become an instant reality with only a few keystrokes. This was back in the days when we got dressed (or threw on our bathrobe) and drove to an actual store to browse the aisles for a clunky VHS that appeared to promise some kind of entertainment or edification. Main stream this idea of mine was not, so I went to an artsy, privately-owned video rental place in the U-District of Seattle. 

The only video I could find was one of the Dalai Lama addressing Tibetan monks at some kind of conference. I took it home eagerly. A huge crowd of devoted monk…