This is the miracle of creation; that it is one forever (T-13.VIII.5:1).
What we long for is already given: what we perceive as lost is here. Eventually the folly of seeking reveals itself and we resign in disgust, only to discover in our supposed defeat the grace upon which we were so long bent.
Creation cannot be interrupted. The separation is merely a faulty formulation of reality, with no effect at all (T-13.VIII.3:4-5).
What we call the separation is simply insistence that life appear separated: that it appear to us partially. Everything that is is laid before us – right here, right now – and we gaze on it and say “there must be more.” We say “there must be something else.” And thus a little space is made into which grief and anguish pour.
The separation is a confused way of thinking to which we are adjusted. We think its fractures reflect reality, but they don’t. A Course in Miracles offers a way to align our thinking with wholeness, which is Truth, which is simply what is without the inflection of judgment. A Course in Miracles is not the only way, but it can be a very effective way.
How often have I fallen to pieces – angry pieces, confused pieces, manipulative pieces – before love’s sudden presence! And what is there to be done but go on: slower and slower, as attentively as possible?
I give attention: and I exclude nothing from this attention. When thoughts arise that trouble me, to the extent I am presently able, I give attention to them. When images arises that haunt or vex me, the same. It is not just about loving chickadees and moonlight. It is not just about the feelings with which I am satisfied.
Nothing can be excluded because nothing is that isn’t God. Whatever offers itself to your imagination (gassho Mary Oliver), contains in it the essence of God.
Aspects of reality can still be seen, and they will replace aspects of unreality. Aspects of reality can be seen in everything and everywhere (T-13.VIII.3:7-8).
Attention reveals reality but often in ways that we cannot anticipate and sometimes in ways that we cannot seem to manage. How often have I fallen to pieces – angry pieces, confused pieces, manipulative pieces – before love’s sudden presence! And what is there to be done but go on: slower and slower, as attentively as possible?
Christ’s vision looks on everything with love . . . The golden aspects of reality that spring to light under his loving gaze are partial glimpses of the Heaven that lies beyond them (T-13.VIII.4:4, 6).
We have to discover what it means to give attention. It is the simplest, most natural action one can imagine because it is effortless, because we cannot help but do it, because we are it. That is all we are going to discover: and when we discover it, we will see that we always knew it, because what else was there to know?
Thus we become – through the gift of attention – witnesses unto Creation, what is always given, and which giving cannot be impeded or halted.