Anything Could Happen

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Early on in A Course of Love, Jesus assures us that we are not alone in our experience of shock and dismay at what the world we see seems to offer.  He says, “There is not a soul that walks this earth that does not weep at what it sees.”  (CoL, 2.10)  Recognizing that we might be reluctant to accept this sweeping statement at face value, he also says, “Think not that those who seem to add to the world’s misery are any exception.”

(Even the “bad guys” hurt.)

One of the things I love about A Course of Love is that Jesus has an undeniably solid grasp of what it means to be a human being still harboring the residue of a fundamental decision for separation, and about what it takes to make the journey back from isolation to Love, from uncertainty to Knowledge.  He spends a fair amount of time pointing us out to ourselves- both as we are (in our misperceptions), and as we Are (in Truth)- and I find that nearly every time, when I look inside myself, I can see what he is getting at.  He is also willing to acknowledge the viewpoint we’re hard-pressed to shake off: something is not quite right about this place.

We weep at what we see in this world, and yet the promise this Course offers- the idea that genuine world transformation is not only possible, but upon us- is staggering.  This is what we have so long sought…  And we wonder what, exactly, will bring it about?  How could this really be possible… now?  Jesus understands our questions, and he says, “Belief of another kind can foster the creation of form of another kind. A wholehearted belief in the truth about your Self is what is required to cause this to be so. It is what is necessary now. It will change the world.” (CoL, 23.13)

This answer, however, is in the same genus of answers as your basic let-down.  It is the seemingly unsatisfactory Truth we’ve heard countless times in countless forms that strikes our separated selves in the face like a wet blanket: the what for which Jesus asks is simply the inner acceptance of who we are.  Number one, how the hell could that result in any world transformation?  The other numbered points- of which there are many- simply don’t matter, because we can’t get past this first one.

Jesus knows we can’t see what is really possible, or what is really happening, or who we really are, while we’re on the near side of Ever After.  (Ever After WHAT!?)  We keep forgetting that despite being the self-proclaimed products of billions of years of biological evolution, the one thing we’ve neglected to keep front and center is Reality itself.  He says, “The transformation from a state of separation to a state of unity is a miracle indeed, for this transformation requires recognition of a state that you cannot recognize in separation.” (CoL, 18.19)

We’re flying blind, hoping beyond hope we’ll crash into something worthwhile.

We’re back to miracles…

How hard is it to simply accept who we are?  For me sometimes… hard.  Why can’t we just do it?  Or be handed a simple punch list of the outstanding concerns we are harboring, and get this thing done?  Wouldn’t that be more efficient???

What I think I’m learning about miracles is this: that maximally efficient process is exactly what is happening…  There is this pretty amazing thing called life taking place all around us and, more importantly, within us every day.  We think it has a mind of its own- you know, because we think we’re separate- but all day long, life is right there with us, effortlessly arranging the precise string of moments that will best reveal to us our own unique punch list of obstacles.  We can’t believe life could be this precise, this helpful, this perfect, this eager to satisfy and heal the most desperate needs that we have, and so we see it as a random process.  We see fate and circumstance.  We see uncertainty and something dark looming on the horizon.

We’re just seeing echoes of our deepest obstacles to self-acceptance.

I think one of the most beautiful messages that Jesus brought with A Course of Love is the notion that we really can’t see what life is offering us with just our minds.  We have to engage our hearts as well.  Only then, with both our heart and mind unified in pursuit of self-acceptance, can we accept and experience the miracle of transformation.  We don’t get to name this process or its stages.  We don’t get to measure its progress.  We don’t get to manage this fall.  Bringing our hearts into the equation is like dropping an infinity on the other side of the equal sign somewhere.  When our hearts and minds align, within ourselves, we become epicenters of peace and transformation, and every aspect of life is made plain as the movement of Creation.  Then the world’s tumblers just might click into place, and, as Jesus warns us, anything could happen…

Hard to believe, but nevertheless True.  Just ask Him.

The Only Fortune Worth Telling

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Sometimes after a period of engagement with the world- of rummaging through a serpentine forest of excessively close-packed motorists, of defusing tasks that have been thrown headlong like live grenades towards the hard wall of Deadline, of displaying all the requisite attributes of a trained specialist embroiled in the local deluge of a world economy – I take a deep breath and return to the Beginning.  I stop and take a drink of the Solace that I have been carrying around safely inside of me, sealed up inside of my heart canteen like a limitless, sloshing sea, and if I’m lucky, I fall in and go for a swim.  It is helpful to rinse off the coating of another day’s unseemly forgetting, and to be Reminded.

I think of what Jesus said in A Course in Miracles, “You are the work of God, and His work is wholly loving and wholly lovable.  This is how a man must think of himself in his heart, because this is what he is.” (T-1.III.3-4)

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In other news, my heart has become a malfunctioning alarm clock.  With increasing frequency it goes off and reminds me to take my Medicine.  Right in the middle of the day.  Right in the middle of my plans.  Right in the middle of an extemporaneous soliloquoy in which I am nimbly enumerating the world’s dazzling array of Symptoms, it taps me on the inside of my chest and whispers, “Why don’t you… Shut… UP…”  Then the waves really start sloshing.  I think it’s good we’re learning to eschew formality.  And get down to business.

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I think sometimes about beings like Jesus, or Hafiz.  You know the Ones I mean.  They must get in a mood once in a while, too- get restless with all this “one day” and “then I’ll be” and “if only” business- and let an ecstatic whim lead them down into town to blow the dust off of “just being”.

I bet they dress up like a couple of ne’er-do-wells, infiltrate one of those fancy fortune-telling schools, and sit at the back of class giggling and passing notes back and forth with questions about love, squiggly doodles, and hand-drawn check boxes.  When the instructor gets pissed at their impudence, and their complete inattentiveness to the stochastic theories of karmic progressions, he wonders if they might be so kind as to share their jokes with everyone.  You know… if they are already such experts on the subject…

Having already passed through the door of non-existence, this particular breed of sarcasm fails to diminish the levity of their Moment.  Hafiz points out that ten years forced labor in Love’s encampment may be a more suitable punishment for their insolence.  Their jokes are no good, besides.  Jesus reminds him they only take volunteers Up There.  And they’re not looking for moochers, either.

The two begin to argue.

Hafiz suggests to Jesus he wouldn’t know limitlessness if it dressed up like a man and walked on water.

Jesus tells Hafiz he couldn’t describe Love even if he drowned in the glory of what made him and wrote a thousand poems.

But… like a pair of old friends whose addled minds cannot retain the plot, they cannot entertain petty angers long enough to make them stick and are soon reminiscing about old times and places, beauty they’ve witnessed, and the nature of grace.  Soon their mutual complements flow like a river, as if they cannot get enough of one another’s company, like veterans of an ancient war who have discovered in one another echoes of a rare vintage.  Nobody can figure out how the conversation turned inside out.  No one can understand how the room suddenly filled with audacity and joy.  Nobody wants this scene to end…

The two apologize profusely to the instructor for somehow losing focus, but before sitting down, Hafiz points a lone finger towards the sky, as if a thought has captured him, and asks if they might try to read someone’s fortune.  Why not? after all…  A man offers his hand immediately, but Hafiz, clearly unfamiliar with the approved techniques, kisses his forehead instead, and whispers a secret in his ear.  Jesus swims inside his heart, and invites him to try a new setting.  No words need to be exchanged.  He is reminded, in that one instant, about his essential contribution to Forever.

He realizes that everyone’s Fortune is the same.

His spontaneous knowing is contagious.

The entire room is flooded with the realization that fortune telling is a short-time profession- a temporary craze.  Shortly you will be able to watch the entire group filing past the threshold to strike out on the trail towards Love’s encampment, led by a pair of ne’er-do-wells arguing jovially about the proper trail…  You’ll see the townspeople shaking their heads in bewildered dismay…

What is this world coming to???

Living In Paradox

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There’s nothing quite like a good paradox to peel the shrink wrap off your inner life and release the beautiful flavors that you are, or to suggest the intersection of hidden dimensions with the particular version of Flatland we’ve been calling our own.  Let’s try one.  Consulting the book of Rumi, as translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne (The Essential Rumi), we find the following lyrical paradox poised atop the 105th page, like a small stick of wood dipped in sulfur and phosphorous and set delicately in a stack of dried hay, just begging to be struck:

“I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!”

Let’s don’t all act like we don’t know what he’s talking about…  This is auditory defibrillation.  The heart dissolves into the gaps between worlds, while the mind is distracted by irresolvable logical conflicts laced with double entendres.  This is called creating a diversion.

A Course in Miracles begins with a related paradox, one that begs us to question our very existence:

“Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Therein lies the peace of God.”

These two stanzas broker encounters with wordlessness.  They inject oxygen into my soul.  And they touch upon the fundamental issue at stake in our lives: what is real?  Who are we really?

Jesus has said on multiple occasions that as a man walking this Earth he was both fully human and fully divine, and in A Course of Love he encourages us to follow in his footsteps.  He invites us to accept all that we really are, and to transform our unrealities by making them living extensions of the Reality we are.  We are called to become living paradoxes- examples of a Reality that could never be fully contained in expression.  Like all great paradoxes, we become the inexplicable, illogical, undeniable evidence that what is real, is Real…

The Sun’s Secret

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A man arose early with the sun.
He slipped from the bed,
leaving his darling wife to rest.
His two daughters were dreaming
peacefully in the rooms beside.

The dog padded beside him,
excited and curious about
his master’s early appearance.

The man’s life was a cocoon of warmth.
The center of his mind was an offering.
But today he paced the kitchen,
looking to the East, into
the brilliant glow of morning,
and he wondered…

Today he would visit the doctor.
Purely routine.  All according to schedule.
But Measurements would be taken, and,
as you well know, the act of measurement
has been found to be a creative one.

He worried the instruments-
the needles, pumps, photographic plates,
hums, beeps, charts and squiggly lines-
would reveal something about himself
that he didn’t already know-
force an insight into an underlying malfunction,
or make plain a sorrowful inevitability,
or call in the debts of a life that was only borrowed.

Like this gentle man, we are afraid
we are carrying something inside
of ourselves, an undoing packed inside
of a hard shell with a fuse of
steadily decreasing length, a darkness
whose discovery would fracture
the lives we have made- turn
all our shelters inside out and shake them.
We dare not look, lest we uncover
a truth we could never overcome,
or a reason to make our doubts real.

The man looked towards the sun,
and the sun, moved by the man’s
unseeing eyes, and with so few admirers
to shine upon at such an early hour,
allowed itself to take a few liberties.

“Well, look here,” the sun said,
“there is a secret inside of you,
to be sure.  But it is not what you think.
You have not even begun to dream
what you are carrying inside yourself.
You should be aching for
the explosion of your every littleness.
I, myself, am the result
of such a holy secret.”

Then, having cleared
this little matter up once and for all,
the sun went back to
silent broadcast mode for
a few million more years.

Becoming a Natural Law

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The laws of nature have received quite a bit of coverage over the years, and rightly so.  In their silent immutability, there is no example more powerful in all the land of indomitability- of accomplishment freed from the constraint of effort, of action freed from the morass of choice, of character freed from the question of evolution and learning.

Let me just say it: in my heart of hearts, I want to live as purely, simply, and powerfully as a law of nature.  I think this is perfectly natural.  I think this is the Christ within us.

Every bit of matter, so far as we know, is attracted to every other bit of matter.  We call this gravity.  Gravity simply is.  We cannot reproduce it.  We cannot shut it off.  We cannot modulate it, (yet).  This attraction of matter for matter seems to be inherent in what it means to be material.  Matter does not appear to have a say-so in this, anymore than you or I have a say so on who we really are.  Even gravity, however, is part of the system of matter and energy we call the physical universe.  I could draw an analogy between matter and gravity, and beingness and love, but it will ultimately fall down.  Using physical discoveries to bolster spiritual truths is always a temporary argument.  Using paintings to explain the properties of the painter is okay for a little while, but the painter is a far more creative open-endedness than the frozen record of an inspired drop of joy.  The painter is still on the move.

Inscrutable gravity is an attraction of matter for matter- but love is far more than an attraction of one being for another.  Love is.  It is not a property of beings, or a quality more pronounced in some beings than in others.  Love is.  Love give rises to beings, and to expressions between beings, and to worlds capable of displaying gravitational properties.  Gravity is (also), but I suspect its isness isn’t quite as abstract or unchanging as that of Love.  One day we will be bending gravity into pretty shapes and modulating it like ice cream flavors, and readers of that time period will look back on this post as ignorant drivel.

Natural laws remind us of what power truly is, but they themselves are not a genuine power…

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Natural laws never, ever, ever- ever^(40×40)- encounter a situation in which they find themselves uncertain of how to respond.  Neither does the Christ in us.  And neither does the Atonement Principle.

The Atonement is at work in space and time, where the daily anecdotes of unreality are unfolding, continuously transforming them into the final Answer, which is the end of space and time, or the end of learning.  Jesus says in A Course in Miracles, “The kind of error to which Atonement is applied is irrelevant.” (T.2-IV.1:6)  When the type of nail it hits is absolutely irrelevant, you are dealing with the most powerful of hammers.  Atonement, being perfect Love, acts without choice or consideration.  It never encounters an error to which the Answer is unclear.  It never hesitates or questions.  It is immutable and instantaneous.  All that is good and natural and holy, is thus.

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The acceptance of the Atonement is how we simultaneously build and cross the bridge within us from unreality to Reality, and how we come to live like a natural law.  I face moments of indecision all the time.  Because of… why?  Because I still think the question of who I am is an open one.

Gravity isn’t trying to finally express itself wholly, without hesitation, forethought or any questions of right and wrong whatsoever, (but I am).  All of my questions dilute me.  And yet the Atonement pulls those questions together, right here in the foyer of my life, boils off the excess liquid and cements them into a bridge that leads from my front door to Unity.

I don’t recall- (and I haven’t checked)- reading the word Atonement all that often, if at all, in A Course of Love, but as I write this I feel it is present throughout.  In A Course of Love Jesus calls us to acceptance of the Self we truly are, and to a life of genuine Self-expression.  There is no uncertainty beyond the acceptance of the Self that we are.  All uncertainty ends with that acceptance- the acceptance of the Idea Love had of being uniquely you and I.

With the restoration of that Original Idea, which is the action of Atonement, we each become a natural law- a working without the possibility of flaw or failure.  A Christ in expression.  And the thing about those natural laws is this…  They always seem to work in perfect concert with one another, and with all that is

Coming Undone – An Encounter with Specialness

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This week I have felt particularly troubled, and perhaps some elements of my experience are worth sharing in at least a general sense.  Maybe in the sharing others can benefit.  Maybe in the sharing I will better understand what has taken place.

Unlearning can at times be deeply challenging, as if you are pitted in a wrestling match for your own soul.  In A Course in Miracles Jesus describes the way in which the ego crafts absolutely perfect problems- not the kind with obvious solutions, but the kind that have no solutions at all at the level at which they occur.  These problems are like tiny bridges of land that stretch forever into the distance, with an abyss on either side, and a strong cross wind continuously blowing.  They do, obviously, have a solution, and that is to desire an Answer, but at the time this can be astoundingly difficult to do.  It can feel as though the slightest reach towards the Answer will throw off your balance and plunge you into an abyss.

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In A Course of Love Jesus talks about emotions as barnacles on the heart.  He asks if we really think some of the things we feel emotionally could abide in the same container as the Love that will abide in our heart forever.  These emotions can cover the gate to the heart, and make it difficult to access.  I have felt as though the information most needed, that which was present in my heart, was a million miles away, and that the entrance was behind a deep field of flying wraiths.  If you’ve seen Harry Potter, and you recall the dementors, we’re on the same page.

I cannot describe the scale or shape of the emotional knot that I am passing.  It simply hurts.  It grinds.  It catches me up short.  And in efforts to cleave a path through these wraiths, I have acted in ways I am ashamed of to boot.  I feel as though I have broken things that once were good.  I feel as though I have betrayed a promise that was given me to hold safe.  I feel there is no way to recover.  This is, in the eyes of the ego, a really beautiful outcome, a compelling ramification of unreality.  The ensuing desire to be annihilated- not really, but to simply slink away and crawl under a rock, defeated, and to accept that such a fate is what I deserve, is the ego’s trump card.  I have watched as my pained, reckless wandering has spilled into those around me, and seen how I have had a role in passing this shadow around.

This is a heartwrenching feeling.

I have even wondered if the outcome would be the loss of more than I ever considered to be at play.  In the end, I have to accept the abyss and the cross wind and the possibility of coming utterly undone.  There at last, at the bottom, the wraiths can take nothing further from me, and I am willing to consider an Answer.

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Specialness is a theme of both the Course in Miracles and the Course of Love.  Specialness, according to Jesus in A Course of Love, is a problem like no other.  In efforts to preserve specialness, I’ll remain loyal to certain features of unreality, and thus unwittingly bar the gates to Love.  In efforts to be special, I’ll trade in half-secrets and white lies.  In efforts to be special, I’ll behave like one of those movie characters careening towards a tragic ending.  In efforts to be special, I’ll seek to juggle too many things, and when it becomes apparent that one must be set down, my ego will be there to begin the debilitating contemplation of how to deconstruct the various articles of my specialness.

In the desire to retain specialness, I’ll start the churning on how to set down none of it…  As things begin to fall, however, I’ll at last look for a genuine Answer…

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I also want to talk about this Answer, about what comes when this sensation that there is no way to recover and that irreversible harm has been done, lifts.  The ego has a perspective on the events that have taken place and what they mean that simply isn’t true.  Jesus does not share in that perspective at all.  He recognizes that processes of unlearning are perfectly orchestrated- nothing out of place, nothing off the rails- to bring us through the field of wraiths and home to our hearts.  We can only see harm when we view the world through the perception of separation, through the eyes of gain and loss, through the lens of guilt and shame.  Jesus sees only unity, a view he seeks to share.

When we stop the juggling of specialness and set down all the flying objects- not just one of them but when we walk away from juggling altogether- then at last there is room to be shown that we have misperceived everything we have been juggling.  Our focus shifts to Reality, which is a backdrop far greater and more comprehensive than any of the little flying objects to which we’ve been paying attention.  As Jesus shares true vision, the vision of Christ, we recognize that life has somehow, someway, brought us face to face with precisely the situation necessary to bring our lingering attachments to specialness, or littleness, or grandiosity, or guilt and shame- to the fore.  And shown them to be nothing at all.

The Atonement, when we accept it, is the greatest relief we can imagine.

In that discovery, I am finally grateful- hunched over and breathing hard, yes- but cleaned out and stable.  I am blown away by the grace continually at work behind the scenes.  Something that I was has fallen apart.  Something that I am has been given the space to emerge.  The realization dawns upon me that our lives are indeed our curriculum, and that it was never possible for genuine harm to befall us in this journey of unlearning.

Jesus does not hold our unlearning against us.  He does not hold anything we have done against us.  He asks us to give ourselves the same benefit of Reality’s Offer.  I am trying, struggling at times, falling down and getting back up, to receive His Answer once.  And for All.

The Day That Never Ended

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The day to end all days begins like any other.  I awaken in the same bed.  I begin an awkward stumble down the hall, but… even before my synapses have warmed, I can sense it.  Something is strange.  Nice strange.  Really nice strange.

I am filled with the abiding sensation that everything is worked out.  The center of my being is a field of possibility and satisfaction.  Nothing hangs over me and nothing begs for attention.  There will be a steady stream of unexpected events and happenstance this day, to be sure, but these will not be setbacks.  I can already tell.  Somehow… I made this choice.  Somehow… this choice is so complete, it is no longer a choice.  Events happen.  The meaning, however, has already been decided.

The day’s lane closures and deadlines will not be derailments or impediments.  They will not be reasons to begin muttering under my breath, enumerating my woes.  My tendency to assign blame will be on par with the inclination of ten million year old stones in high meadow to feel aggrieved when their birthday passes without a party.  There will be a steady stream of unexpected events and happenstance, to be sure, but they will be discoveries.  Revelations.  Gentle intrigue.

A joyous surprise.

It doesn’t matter what happened the day before, whether or not my body will be on the commuter rail in forty-five minutes, or still locked in a cell, or standing in a field of sharp-edged sound waves emanating from a dissatisfied air traveler, or swimming in the lake.  The really nice strange can hold all of it with aplomb.  The really nice strange sees only what truly is.

I’ve come to realize every single day begins this way, as an invitation from Forever, and an opportunity to discover something completely new.  Our days are like a broad beach of seashells.  Once, long ago, I put the shells to my ear with delight, to listen to the ocean, but later I came to the conclusion that they all sound more or less the same.  Somewhere along the line I stopped picking them up to listen.

Jesus visited me this morning and he said, “Pick up a shell and take dictation.”  He told me I have no idea what seashells are for.  On the day to end all days I know with certainty that I could drive down to the beach, pick up a seashell, and hear the Voice of Creation.  Holiness arrives en masse because it is the only meaning I desire or comprehend.

That day, I will be seated on a blanket at the beach, holding a shell up to my ear, and it will look like I am taking dictation, but by then I’ll be on the phone with Creation, speaking with the Help Desk, trying to understand why I’ve been carrying a plastic card with me everywhere I go with my picture on it, and my name and address.  Did I really used to be that forgetful of who I am?

Spirituality – What it is and what it is not?

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A heart-warming passage…

Ganesh's avatarKnown is a drop, Unknown is an Ocean

Spirituality is man’s boundless freedom in his life-boat: the freedom of his life-journey, the freedom from his life-pangs and the freedom beyond his life-achievements.

In spirituality is man’s farthest Vision. In spirituality is man’s nearest reality. God has Compassion. Man has aspiration. Spirituality is the consciousness-light that unites man’s aspiration and God’s Compassion. Spirituality tells man that he is God veiled and that God is man revealed.

Spirituality is not an escape from the world of reality. Spirituality tells us what the true reality is and how we can discover it here on earth. Spirituality is not the denial of life, but the purest acceptance of life. Life is to be accepted unreservedly. Life is to be realised soulfully. Life is to be transformed totally. Life is to be lived eternally.

Spirituality is not the song of ignorance. It is the mother of concentration, meditation and realisation. Concentration takes me…

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Overcoming History

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Jesus suggests in the Treatise of the New- (of the Treatises on A Course of Love)- that we stand poised to enter the causative formation of the new world we have so long sought.  It’s right here, now, awaiting our response.  I feel like I’m in it up to my neck- but neck deep isn’t enough.  I can’t stand on the end of the high dive, bouncing in place, and just imagine what it would be like to sever my ties to the ground and give 100% of myself to the acceleration of gravity.  I have to actually jump.

Sort of.

It’s an analogy that doesn’t work because the neck deep viewpoint, like all of our perceptions, is  of an upside down world, a reflection on the surface of the water, distorted in the waves.  It would have us accomplish something- like going ‘all in’ and diving off the board- in order to ‘make something of ourselves’ and gain the world we seek.  We want to be the cause of our own miracle.  We want to write the story.  But jumping off a satellite won’t do the job, nevermind the high dive, if we don’t simply accept the world that is being extended to us in every instant.  All we are called to do is accept that we’re already falling, and stop dreaming about chairs, floors, planks, sidewalks, roads, decks, asphalt, beds, the ground, etc.  When we catch ourselves in a dream that we’re walking on a concrete sidewalk, Jesus asks us simply to observe what is– namely, that we are tumbling through Eternity.

For me right now, this neck deep business is a wallowing.  It feels like an awkward stage that precedes full immersion.  Keeping my head in the air and my heart in the water simply stabilizes difficulty.  That division, the heart in one world and the mind another, is the old way.  That inner disconnect is clamoring for the movement to wholeheartedness wherein mind and heart are joined, the first joining to which Jesus calls us in A Course of Love.  Through that doorway lies the New, the fulfillment of Original Purpose, a world that is the living embodiment of Truth as opposed to the distorted, upside-down unreality with which we are all too familiar.

Could we really succeed where all of history has failed?  Could I really have a day in the near future in which I accept that I’m real?  A day on which I break with history forever?  A day on which all other days throughout all of time, are remade?  That is quite a thought to be carrying around in one’s head, to think that we might succeed in ending the suffering and illusion that have been part and parcel to the human experience for countless generations.  Could we really become that type of holy power?

In a Treatise on the Personal Self, (2.10, pg 112), Jesus says, “You stand empty of untruth and about to embark on the journey of truth.  You stand in the transformational moment between the unreal and the real.  All you await is an idea, a remembrance of the original idea about your personal self… This memory lies within your heart…”

Jesus says yes.

My heart says yes.

My mind is fighting the good fight and writing blogs, but that’s okay.  It’s now in relentless pursuit of a good, clean look at the inside of my heart.  It’s rummaging around in a box of matches, very close to the spark that will set my history on fire, the flicker of light that will reveal the original idea of myself tucked away safely inside the chambers of my heart.  When is the last time you reached into a full box of matches and came up empty?  Would you bet against yourself to get but one of them lit?  We are that close.  We need strike but one to end the darkness forever.

Caught Inside Myself

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Some days I am smothered by the feeling that something isn’t quite right.  That feeling is like a manipulative family member- one who is gone for days, off in the world burning brightly, too brightly, who then crashes and returns, moping around the house in a flaunt of bitterness.  Disproven once again, he is nonetheless a fountain of answers and predictions.  He is quick to point out the proper way to slice a tomato, to establish that historically my salads have been witless, ignorant affairs.  He is quick to assert, when I begin to wonder otherwise, what the future holds.

On some days it is as though I am sharing my heart with a strange guest.  It is awkward.  We don’t really know what to say to one another, and I am crowded into a smaller space than I would like.  The heart was built for One.  The peace and quiet I seek remain tucked away, awaiting this stranger’s departure that I may spread out once again, uncoil my boundaries, and breath deeply without encountering a raised brow, or an insinuation.  We keep bumping into one another in the kitchen.  Awkward wordlessness engenders heat.  I’m trying to open the refrigerator door and he’s trying to sneak past to the utensil drawer.  I’m changing the trash bag and he’s trying to empty the dishwasher, to reach around me with a hand full of saucers.  He used the last paper towel and just walked away.

On some days I wonder where I missed the turn.  I feel as though I wandered off the beaten path, beyond the trail’s end, into a no man’s land.  The route is not marked.  I am neither here nor there.  All my past has led to emptiness, but I’m still trying to interpret the route.  I  have walked away from the world without abandoning some piece of it, or accepting what lies beyond it.  I still carry a special artifact in my pocket to remind me of the memory I hold most dear.  I’m in an empty territory where there’s no such thing as knots- just a broad field- but my mind is still tangled, wrapped into and around itself.

It takes a bit of grace to dissolve these untenable states.  We learn to seek the type of right angle turn that leads behind the world.  We stop spinning in place, repeatedly asking our minds what no mind can know, and dissolve.  We soften, and sink.  We reach out, and discover a silk rope dangling from the clouds.  We call to Him who answers.

This is forgiveness- to give this strange feeling everything we have, to make it feel welcome in the places we hold most dear, to take the day off and invite it to join us on a journey to the field that lies beyond all ideas of right and wrong, to attend a short talk on Love.