My thoughts do not mean anything.
Within each lesson there is always a seed or two, the flowering of which seems to aim at completely undoing our sense of self. There is a tendency to glance over these elements, under the mistaken belief that we are making the lessons less fearful and thus more manageable. But this is a delay tactic that only postpones an inevitable – and desirable – readjustment. Atonement, as Jesus points out frequently, reflects a total commitment on our part.
As it clearly states, Lesson 10 is a second, somewhat altered, take on a soon-to-be familiar theme: our thoughts are meaningless. We saw this first in ACIM Lesson 4 which compared our thoughts to the objects we perceive in the material world. The goal was to begin to sense that our “thoughts” are actually outside of us rather than in and that they are also “past.”
We are not ignoring that aspect in Lesson 10. Implicit in the brief review of Lesson 4, is the need to remember that our thoughts – as we now understand them – are essentially unreal in a time and space sense.
But Lesson 10 takes it a step further, largely through the lines that I consider both the heart – and the above-mentioned seeds – of this exercise.
Now we are emphasizing that the presence of these “thoughts” means that you are not thinking. This is merely another way of repeating our earlier statement that your mind is really a blank W-pI.10.3:2-3).
If these thoughts – about who is taking my daughter riding today, what is for supper, how will I teach Dickinson this semester, where is the next dollar coming from, why am I suddenly scared of death, why doesn’t so-and-so call anymore, etc. – do not constitute thinking, then what does?
Better yet, who is the “you” that the text is addressing?
I think that last question is one of the gifts of the course, although it arrives – and can remain for sometimes – more in the nature of a curse. Whoever – and whatever – we are, our bodies and the brain-chatter produced by them are inside of us.
We aren’t who we think we are. We aren’t what we think we are. When Jesus assures us that we are perfect creations of a loving Creator, he isn’t referring to Sean Reagan or Johanna Smith (apologies to any Johanna Smiths who might be reading) or whatever.
Thus, this identity in God that I often write about is not some perfection of the bodily self, some pinnacle of emotional wellness, a last stop on the train of spiritual evolution.
Rather, it is spirit. And there is only one spirit, only one mind. This we that “we” think we are is going to be wholly and utterly subsumed, absorbed back into God if you will. We fight that – we are fighting it right now – but with each lesson we take another inexorable step in the direction of Heaven where differences of any kind are entirely dissolved.