You aren’t real. Generally, this is not a kind thing to say to another person. We all believe we’re here and embodied; denying that – especially when we’re projecting that denial onto another person – is a form of violence. The clearest and most helpful thing a body can say to another is: “we areContinue reading “Suffering is Self-Identity”
Category Archives: A Course in Miracles
The End of Looking for God
You can’t retrofit God into your experience. Nor can you expand your experience to include God. God is outside / beyond / unrelated to experience. The best you can do is realize this, and then stop trying. Give up on God, holiness, oneness, Christ, A Course in Miracles, the world in which they appear andContinue reading “The End of Looking for God”
After Hate, This Love
Two basic facts underlie the metaphysics of A Course in Miracles. First, what we experience as “love” in the world is actually hate. And second, everything that appears in and as the world is the same. At first this appears ridiculous. Then it appears erroneous. Then it appears logical but undesirable. Then it appears inevitable.Continue reading “After Hate, This Love”
ACIM and the End of the World
The roads this world can offer seem to be quite large in number, but the time must come when everyone begins to see how like they are to one another. People have died on seeing this, because they saw no way except the pathways offered by the world. And learning they led nowhere, lost theirContinue reading “ACIM and the End of the World”
ACIM: Making it All the Same
Make this year different by making it all the same (T-15.XI.10:11). I want to distinguish between oneness and sameness. What is one has no parts that can be compared and found the same or different to any degree. What is the same is separate but identical and thus equal. In the world in which youContinue reading “ACIM: Making it All the Same”
On Bodies, Separation and Love
Right now you are not with me. The hayloft is empty, save for my trestle table and chair, shelf upon shelf spilling with books. It’s quiet here but for chickens clucking below the window. I am alone, writing this. And what I write you will read later, in the privacy of your own space, whichContinue reading “On Bodies, Separation and Love”