Advent Travels: Happy Servants All Evening

What do I have to give to Jesus?

What does Jesus want?

Or are those the wrong questions?

An Advent journey ends at the manger in Bethlehem, with a gift for Jesus. But what if it doesn’t?

What if, halfway to Bethlehem, one of the wise men falls in love and bails on the journey?

What if we stumble and don’t make it in time? Or get lost? The desert is vast and the trail faint.

What if – halfway to Bethlehem – we realize that we don’t actually need to get to Bethlehem? Jesus is everywhere all the time! Or we change our mind altogether? I’m going to be a Buddhist after all!

What is a good question and what is a distraction?

It is clear to me and has been for a while that our minds have to change. I don’t mean change as in swap in a new set of tapes – listen to Rupert Spira instead of Ken Wapnick or whatever.

Nor do I mean changed as in, become more optimistic or less jealous.

I mean that the tendency of a mind to coalesce around identity, where identity is yoked to a body in culturally-conditioned ways – that has to change.

In my experience, minds can change at deep levels. I am a better listener today than I was twenty years ago; there is a lot more space for you and your story. I see reason for hope.

Mind is pliable and creative. In my experience – contra Ken Wapnick and other neo-Platonic thinkers and teachers (I really need to write about this) – it is not separate from the world or the body.

Driving home yesterday (through snow squalls and fading light – it really does feel like winter) Chrisoula and I talked about the form of relationship (any relationship that intends to be holy rather than special) in terms of its capacity to extend Love on terms and conditions others recognize.

That is the change of mind I think we are being called to consider and – through acceptance – create together.

We were happy servants all evening.

Yet in soft dreams – a kind of gold light, a kind of gentle drift – I continuously heard a voice warning me not to become casual or comfortable. It was as if I were about to fall again for a familiar lie, and the voice didn’t want that to happen.

I woke thinking: the goal is to awaken, not fall into a cozier sleep. The happy dream is less dream. Therefore, be alert; be vigilant.

And came downstairs to write.

Part of my Advent writing process is apparently to start writing and then – at a juncture that announces itself as “almost finished” – go outside with my coffee and poke around.

This morning I was barefoot on the porch which was dusted with snow. The stars were so clear and bright that parts of me melted on the spot. I prayed a little, hopping from one foot to the other, laughing at what an idiot I can be, and yet how happy.

It’s good to laugh at ourselves. It’s good to laugh.

Back inside, finishing the writing and making a second cup of coffee, I turned to Jesus and asked: what do I have to give you? What do you want?

And the question was so silly! I laughed at it. Happiness is a kind of light; laughter a kind of prayer. Is it possible I arrived at Bethlehem early? With Chrisoula last night in the car as we talked? Or after, as we happily quietly kept house for the Lord?

Or maybe this morning outside – so eager to see the stars and say good morning to Jesus – that I forgot to put shoes on? In December? In snow?

What am I asking that’s already been answered?

And: is there something I should ask that I haven’t yet?

Three / Five

Advent Travels: The Rule is, Don’t Lie

The rule is, don’t lie. And related to that is the understanding that I don’t always know when I’m lying.

This game we are playing – this work we are doing – is not for the faint of heart.

“Lying” is a bad word because of its moral and negative connotations. “Fantasy” is better. As in, when I write, the reader is always a fantasy, and the fantasy is always a defense against love.

That’s what I don’t want to say this morning. That’s what I don’t want to see.

People sometimes object to “fantasy,” on grounds that is can have positive connotations. It’s good to fantasize, it’s a way of seeing what we want. And anyway, who doesn’t daydream?

But I am saying something different. I am saying that when I write in and from that fantasy, I don’t see you at all. I see a process at work in me and I see its product, the sentences and lines that emerge on the page, some of which will survive the later cull named “rewriting.”

I hear you saying: so you’re focused on the writing, so what?

But no. I am focused on healing and the writing serves that focus. It has to or the writing becomes part of the problem – it becomes part of the illusion of separation.

Ihe writing serves the healing.

When writing serves healing the rule is, don’t lie, so I won’t: I don’t know you really but I do want your attention. I do want you to praise me. I do want you to argue with me. I do want you to say that you’ll be back to read tomorrow and the next day.

None of those “wants” are crimes against God or nature. But they do point at a perception of myself that is not complete without you, and that is a lie.

Believing that hurts me and you.

It hurts me because it allows me to remain in behavioral cycles that don’t make me happy. And it hurts you because it refuses to allow you to be the God-lit, God-created self that you naturally and perfectly are.

When we only see the other in relation to our own narrative, our own story, our own drama – then we are not really seeing them.

People are allowed to help of course but we are not allowed to demand their help or insist it take some specific form.

Relationship – true relationship – is when our whole existence is based on the other’s liberation from ego and all ego’s systemic effects (which are the world).

Holy relationship is when we intentionally make our relationship about that liberation.

When you are audience – when you are my audience – then I am still stuck in the very frame of self/other from which I long to escape.

What do I do?

I was thrown yesterday because reading others I saw instantly the many ways we can be in Advent, and I felt lost. What about my Advent? Will I have to give it up?

I felt like as a child, when I faced the playground at recess, and wondered who would play with me, and what would we play.

That’s fear.

And like I tried to make clear on Substack yesterday, we have to go into the fear. We have to basically deconstruct it. We have to pass through the easily identified levels in order to find ego so that we can offer ego up to the One Who Heals.

But we have to see the way we can offer ego up – that ego is a thing we made and so it’s up to us – not ego – what happens to ego.

We have to remember always that we want to heal and – at a deeper level than most of us can readily and steadily access – what we really really want is to heal the other.

I started a writing project, some folks are doing it with me, and they are already doing it differently than I’d expected.

And I am scared.

And I want you – yes, you reading – to fix this fear by acting in specific ways dictated by me, e.g., praise, respect, loyalty.

But, doing that holdis you to a standard set by judgment. I’ve decided for you that your function is to make me feel better.

And thing I want to be clear about – more than aything the thing I want to be clear about right now – is that when I decide in advance your function, and it mysteriously turns out to be about my ego drama – I am not loving you, but rather wallowing in fear.

Neither one of us truly wants that!

So I waken early – 3:30 a.m. – and I go outside with my coffee. The cold wakens me as much as the coffee. Everything is still except the sky. Polaris is right above the neighbor’s chimney but fifteen minutes later it’s a little to the right.

God is moving the Heavens.

God is moving in the Heavens.

The work is to find what obscures our remembrance of Love as our inheritance, and the Source of Love as our Identity.

Writing is a way of finding out what we think. I think I need you as a student – my student – or as a fan – my fan.

I know I’m an ACIM studet because I’m not concerned about “student” or “fan” – that shit is easy, take it or leave it – but about “my.”

It’s the “my” that locks us both into a fantasy of separation. It’s the “my” that makes it hard to notice this, let alone become still enough – dialogic enough – to undo it.

One thing that saved me was realizing the healing nature of curiosity. When I am curious about you – how you ended up on this path, why you’re into this teacher and not that one, whatever – then I quickly realize you aren’t grist for my mill. You’re something else – what?

When I am curious about something I study it. I give attention to it.

I enter into relationship with it as a student.

It’s pushing five a.m. now. The coffee is gone, the sleepers upstairs are stirring. Soon the sun will rise.

I am happy in this moment – the writing led me to happiness in the moment – because I have found my function: I am your reader. I’m here listening for the sound of you writing – pen scratching, keys tapping. I know that sound well; I’ve shared in its gift. It’s the sound of God moving in the Heavens, the deep quiet from which language arises and back into it falls. It’s a single star, high in the sky, that cannot steer us wrong.

Two / Four

Advent Travels: Running Away

It is relatively easy for me to talk about the birth of Jesus as a mythological event that you and I can actually experience. My brief but intense study of James Hillman – especially The Thought of the Heart – prepared me well.

It was Hillman who taught me that: “the thought of the heart is the thought of images, that the heart is the seat of imagination, that imagination is the authentic voice of the heart, so that if we speak from the heart we must speak imaginatively.”

Imagine our journey guided by a single star, imagine the stable in which a poor woman gives birth, imagine the baby squalling in the manger, imagine . . .

But Kimberley reminds me though that before the heart concocted that comforting narrative it was grappling with a much deeper one: solstice, the season of darkness and going without. In Circles and Lines, John Demos suggests that winter was an existential crisis in New England. Food was sparse, light less frequent, the cold potentialy fatal. For them, the Advent journey reflected intimacy with our inherent frailty and the inevitability of the grave.

Kimberley calls it a time to “be hidden” but not – so far as I understand her – in a shameful way or a maybe-the-crisis-won’t-find-us way so much as a nurturing way, a resting way, a grounding way.

It is here in the darkened quiet that stillness dissolves us and helps us to escape the busyness of our sleep-walking life. In the interior silence, we know what we are and what everything is for. In quiet communion with God and with every particle of Love, we hear the notes of heaven rise and fall and we become the song.

I’m currently re-reading Carolyn Sawicki’s Seeing the Lord for the third time since it arrived in late October. The book is literally falling apart in my hands. Sawicki’s thesis is that the work in no trivial way is simply to listen to women – let women demonstrate agape love, let women establish the communal rule, let women show you how to follow Jesus now.

Margaret talking about spiritual doulas, Valentine the drudgery of chores, Sawicki patiently reframing the Jesus project in terms of competencies, learning ways to live together in peace and justice, which she believes are fundamentally female . . .

The Holy Spirit murmuring, let me have the appearance of gender difference, and the distribution of power attached to it, and I will heal you with it . . .

As I write, a bright sun rises off hills bisected by the river and Route Nine. Juncos pick through the crumbs where yesterday I ate a bagel outside. The snow has held for three days. We have to move a few hundred pounds of gravel to the run-in but mostly our outdoor chores are over. A kind of hunkering down energy appears in our living and we lean into it together, as a family.

Amanda’s beautiful witness to loving the inner child and Donna’s “the one thing that colored the entire day with muddy colors was really nothing more than my frame of mind” have unsettled me.

I’ll have to look at that today.

What I want is a chill Advent, and a chiller Christmas, and then smooth sailing until Easter and the summer solstice. But the invitation being extended through the communal sharing is, go slower. The invitation is, be still.

Yesterday I wrote “I’m going nowhere.” This morning, all I want to do is run away.

One / Three

Advent Travels: The Raspberry Patch

I say travels, but I am not going anywhere.

Most of my life I projected a future that – although it never came – kept me passionately focused on tomorrow rather than today, there instead of here. It felt optimistic and forward looking. It privileged dreaming over any other activity. A different house, different land, different job, different writing, different whatever. That’s when life begins! That’s when I’ll be happy!

I no longer do that. So I am not going anywhere.

This is a disorienting and unsettled way of being, but I am grateful. Letting go of a valuable defense is never easy, but good things happen when we clear space for God.

One of the hard things – one of the things I wish I could share with folks getting started with the course – is that when you become responsible for projection, when you actively seek reality rather than fantasy, life unsettles itself. It can feel boring or even scary.

Projection is always a defense against knowing yourself. When we lay a defense down we feel vulnerable. What if I am attacked? I get attacked all the time.

The work is, you have to stick it out through that fear. The commitment to becoming responsible for projection isn’t about changing the content of the projection. It’s not about new and improved projections.

It’s about laying the whole mental process of projection aside forever.

Vulnerability is what it feels like to remember your innocence. It’s not easy. But when we are vulnerable, we are in the presence of innocence. It’s good to intentionally notice this. It makes the rawness feel less troubling. There’s a beauty and a harmony there that’s deeper than fear can reach.

If we practice being still within the experience of vulnerability, then a transformation occurs. The innocence clarified by vulnerability becomes a light in which we see the value of sharing – of supporting one another, making one another safe, making one another at home in the world.

Tara Singh wrote often about the connection between awakening and “having something to give another.” It changes everything, having something to give and knowing what it is.

So “I am not going anywhere” is also a statement about my commitment to facing my fear of holiness and relationship that you offer me. That is what “here” becomes – the site where we learn what we are in truth through the gentle mechanics of a relationship in which both parties seek only the holiness and well-being of the other.

If I stop projecting a future in which everything is brighter, solider, happier, livelier – just, you know, different than all this – then I learn something.

I learn that I am scared of a quiet life, a stable life, a tender life. I learn that I am scared of what relationship means in a life like that.

I meet the interior addict again – the one who cannot bear boredom or sameness, who treasures specialness and separate interests, who will literally put his life in danger just to feel something. Even after all these years his arguments remain persuasive.

I meet the inner child again – the one who loves prisms and reading, walking dogs in the forest, baking bread and soup, playing guitar and writing poems. He appears so naive and trusting.

I’m scared to love that child. I know the ways the world can destroy him. I also hate him for being weak. Why should I have to step up and be his protector?

I wish I didn’t feel that way but I do. I wish there had been another way – an easier way, maybe. Less cluttered and winding.

I put the writing aside and go outdoors. The horses don’t know it’s Advent. The hemlock trees aren’t ranging through the intersection of pop spirituality and twelve step psychology.

They are my teachers, too.

The air is cold in my lungs; crows holler on the far side of the river. I mutter a few prayers and face the rising sun.

Cater-corner to the horse pasture is our raspberry patch. For the last couple years I have forgotten to trim them back. What was once neat rows for easy picking has become an impenetrable tangle. Woodchucks built an entrance to their underground palace at its center. I count a couple empty bird nests.

I’m a bad homesteader. There’s probably half a dozen pies and twenty or thirty pints of jam in there, and we basically eat a couple handfuls in passing. If I was more disciplined, lessy dreamy . . .

But also, what’s messy to me is not to the woodchucks. What doesn’t go in my pantry doesn’t go uneaten – blue jays and chickadees and sparrows see to that. Does it matter if the patch has overgrown the fire pit? Crept nearly all the way to the horse gate?

I’m not going anywhere, I tell the horses. The horses say – in the way horses do – that’s cool but you could at least go to the barn and get us a couple flakes of hay?

I get them hay.

The bland lesson of all my life’s travels – the escapism, the lies, the homelessness – all the catastrophes and all the comedy – is that wherever I have gone, I am always there waiting.

I wrote last week about finding a gift for God this Advent, and I wonder if the question is less what is the gift – that’s not really a secret, is it – than do I have the courage and discipline to give it.

I can’t tell if the raspberries are a failure or a success. I don’t know if my heart is ready for the truth. I’ve come a long way but . . .

. . . where am I really?

I go back inside and make more coffee to finish the writing. The kids are up getting ready for chores. I’m scared and confused – but also a little happy – getting around to these last sentences. I wish you were here. Over coffee and pancakes we could talk about it: what does God want? What can we possibly give?

At the table – in the inquiry – I wonder where we would go?

Two

Christ is a Collective

I The Next Buddha

I don’t remember when I first read Michael Bauwans’ “The Next Buddha Will Be a Collective: Spiritual Expression in the Peer-to-Peer Era.” It was written in 2007; I doubt I saw it until at least 2012. I liked the title.

Bauwans suggested that society is evolving away from an historic emphasis on the individual and towards an emphasis on “distributed networks with peer-to-peer (P2P) based social relations” (35), such as online communities with a concentrated focus whose members came from all around the world. Bauwans believed this evolution had the potential to create new orders of power based on sharing rather than hoarding. “In a distributed network, the peers are free to connect and act, and organizational characteristics emerge from the choices of individuals” (35), rather than through top-down institutional directives.

For Bauwans, these networks reflect a shared intentional stance that community is at least as fundamental as the individual (35), and that consciousness evolves as an effect of this stance. “Truth, then, becomes a matter of integrating, encountering, and exchanging with others and their worldviews, so as to look at the world and its subjects and objects from a variety of viewpoints, each illuminating reality in a different way” (Bauwans 37). For the individual, reality is always partial but when we join intentionally, the nature of our access to reality expands.

Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them (MT 18:19-20).

Bauwans’ emphasis on the creative potential of new technological modes of communication is less convincing to me than the overarching concept that community-building matters more than individuation (indeed, in some ways, technology has been fracturous for community because of the way it highlights the psychological prerogatives of the individual (see, e.g., literally anything by Wendell Berry, Thoreau, Chellis Glendinning etc)). And the idea that community is more vital than the individual doesn’t feel new so much as familiar-but-distant, like a good idea we’ve forgotten but need to remember now.

Thich Nhat Hanh also pointed out (prior to Bauwans I believe) that the next Buddha might not be an enlightened individual – i.e., the lone spiritual hero under a Bo tree or strangling to death on a cross – but rather a sangha, a discipleship, a collective. Enlightenment not as a personal accomplishment but a “community practicing understanding and lovingkindness [and] . . . mindful living” (Nhat Hanh).

Who or what is the individual with respect to this community?

Bauwans was riffing off of a blog post by Helen Titchen Beeth, also published in 2007, entitled “Why The Next Buddha will be a Collective.” It is Beeth’s framing of the idea (communal rather than individual enlightenment) that I focus on here, the better to understand – to awaken to and make welcome – Christ as a collective, not an individual, experience.

II Reading Helen Titchen Beeth

In her essay, Beeth notices that she is naturally party to many rich and fascinating dialogues, all flowing into and out of one another. In her view, these seemingly separate dialogues together inform, deconstruct and create an ever-spiraling communion with a life of its own that naturally transcends (without effacing or occluding) the individual nodes comprising it. For Beeth, dialogue is inherently unified through relationship. It’s not possible for a dialogue to be separate, no matter how distant or distinct they may appear.

Beeth calls these dialogues – and the collectives out of which they arise – “pattern cohorts.” Pattern cohorts are groups of individuals who coalesce around important questions and ideas (e.g., what is consciousness, what is justice, how do we end conflict, feed the hungry). Each pattern cohort is inevitably incorporated in other larger patterns (regional non-profits, NGOs, religions, countries and so on), all of which eventually cash out in what we call the cosmos, and the limits of both our individual and shared understanding.

Because understanding is limited it cannot be dispositive. So the pattern cohort’s function is less to “answer” a question than to explore the space the question opens up in us. What feelings does it provoke? What arguments? What surprises appear? What new responsibilities? The suggestion is that this exploration helps midwife consciousness from its current emphasis on individuation to collectivism. It is collectivism – the whole remembering itself as the whole – which allows for a deeper and more helpful response to the challenges reflected in the questions and ideas.

“[Pattern cohorts participate in] a conscious return to collectivism where individuated, or self-actualised, individuals . . . pool their consciousness in a search for the elusive collective intelligence which can help us to overcome the stupendous challenges now facing us as a species . . . ” (Beeth).

So Beeth sees an evolution from 1) a whole in which the parts are unaware of wholeness to 2) a whole in which the parts awaken to their individuality in wholeness to 3) the parts together awakening as the whole.

What is common throughout that evolution is “the whole,” which I am going to call God. The “stupendous challenges” I am going to call separation and its effects. And collectivism I am going to call a holy relationship giving rise to a happy dream in which we see in the other – and offer to and accept from the other – “perfect freedom from all forms of lack” (T-30.VIII.2:5).

III A Tiny Mad Idea

Every ACIM student knows the story. Into eternity, where all was one, crept a tiny mad idea – “I’m me! I’m not you!” – at which Creation, instead of laughing away, took seriously (T-27.VIII.6:2). “I really am me – I really am separate from you.”

Shocked and scared at the sudden appearance of separation, and wracked with guilt at having apparently brought it about, we fall asleep and dream a dream so dense, complex and all-encompassing that it stops seeming like a dream at all. For all intents and purposes, death and suffering, war and famine, rape and torture – our self-imposed nightmare penalty for daring even to imagine separation – become real.

And all along God – the Unindividuated One, the Creator Itself, the One with No Other to Whom to Compare Itself – goes on unchanged and unchanging, uninterrupted and unbroken.

This is fiction! It is a story designed to help us “see” our separation from one another and the cosmos. It contextualizes the psychology of guilt and fear in a way that makes clear they are distortions of our actual nature. It reflects Beeth’s “whole in which the parts are unaware of the whole” transitioning to – separating into – “parts awakening to their individuality within the whole.”

So the work becomes – our ACIM practice becomes – realizing the next step in which the parts awaken together as the whole.

Heal your brothers simply by accepting God for them. Your minds are not separate . . . He is always accepted for all, and when your mind receives Him the remembrance of Him awakens throughout the Sonship” (T-10.III.2:4-5, 3).

This means remembering that our perception of the world and our lives in it are predicated on a misunderstanding. We really are asleep in the sense that our perception is distorted by our insistence that what we perceive is objectively real and our interpretation (our stance) beyond question. The effect of this distortion is a continual self-dissociation which sustains and expands the original confusion or separation. We have not only forgotten the Whole, we have forgotten that we forgot the Whole. In that sense, the separation is as real as anything ever can be.

Imagine you are lost but you don’t know you’re lost. All the things you’d do if you knew you were lost, you don’t do. You can’t do them because you don’t know you should do them. You sort of sense something’s wrong but you can’t say what, and so everything you do makes what is wrong worse, and you never – except once in a while by accident – do anything that actually helps.

That is the separation. That is how you and I live. And that is the situation into which A Course in Miracles appears and says, “there is another way. Let me show it to you.”

IV Holy Relationship

The other way offered by A Course in Miracles has to do with remembering what we are in truth which, in turn, has to do with undoing the internal blocks to that remembering. It is a process, not an event. Critically, it cannot be done alone.

In the framework of A Course in Miracles, “remembering” is not about recollecting or recalling some lost fact from the deep past. It’s closer to the ancient human framework of teaching and learning how to live together in harmony. The Holy Spirit teaches us what peace and happiness are by showing us how to share peace and happiness with our brothers and sisters.

Most of us are quite skilled in sharing with conditions – I’ll give you X if you give me Y. But that’s just bargaining with power. The Holy Spirit is teaching us actual giving, which means “without qualification or condition of any kind.” Actual power is naturally shared – Creation will not have it any other way (T-30.III.4:9).

The thoughts you think are in your mind, as you are in the Mind which thought of you. And so there are no separate parts in what exists within God’s Mind. It is forever One, eternally united and at peace (T-30.III.6:7-9).

Sharing also means having something to give – and knowing what that something is.

Sharing in this way – living together in this way – is an art (knowing merging with craft in and as creation) that we do not know how to do. Or rather, have forgotten how to do. That is why the course symbolizes the Holy Spirit as a Teacher. He teaches us to remember what we have forgotten. We have to learn how to share happiness and peace, in all the many settings and relationships that comprise our lives in the world. It takes time, attention and commitment. It is a practice that by necessity we share. 

The critical element of this learning is our relationship with our brothers and sisters. We do not wake up alone. As Beeth observes, the individual must voluntarily join with others in service of the whole. Only together can we realize the fullness of peace and happiness.

That sounds lovely in theory but can easily become confusing and even dangerous in application. It’s easy to dismiss as impossible or Utopian; it’s easy to scapegoat and abuse. There’s a reason Jesus was executed on a cross outside Jerusalem and it wasn’t to fulfill a divine promise. Before Love looks salvational, it looks scary and dangerous. Hence (in the context of the dream) the necessity of understanding and application. Understanding without application is sterile, and application without understanding loses direction. But together they become a light that makes clear our identity in and as Love.

It is in the context of embodiment that we have to learn – and teach – that we are not bodies, and it is in the context of a world, broadly defined to include the cosmos, that we have to learn – and teach – that there is no world.

But how?

Beeth points to the work of Morel Fourman on soul families in order to deepen our understanding of what it means to join in the sacred way implied by knowing each other as “brother” and “sister” (language that is fundamental to ACIM even as its application is regrettably sexist).

The soul family . . . is here to steward creation of a new form of civilisation. This new form of civilisation mirrors the most divine aspects of human consciousness in the larger systems and structures of human community and society . . . it reflects timeless values of love, cooperation, stewardship, a society which fulfils the promise in the words ‘as above, so below’ (Fourman).

This is the work that Jesus instantiated two thousand some odd years ago and which we – together, in the ways that we can be together – continue. The historical shift from Jesus pointing to the practice to a practice pointing at Jesus is unfortunate. Our work is to up-end and recreate the original practice.

Empty your mind of everything it thinks is either true or false, or good or bad, of every thought it judges worthy, and all the ideas of which it is ashamed. Hold onto nothing . . . Forget this world, forget this course, and come with wholly empty hands unto your God (W-189.7:2-3, 5).

In ACIM terms, this means giving attention to whether our relationships are holy or special. For me, for a long time, that boiled down to a simple question: is the relationship about you or about me? If it is about me – what I can get, how I can benefit – then it is special. But if it is about you – what I can give you, share with you, relieve for you – then it is holy.

There are good and valid reasons to make my living about you. There’s more flow in your life, and I let go a lot of egocentrism, which brings more flow to my life.

However, the emphasis on you – as helpful as it is – still leaves the separation intact. It’s definitely more loving and service-oriented – it definitely aligns with our “happy wakening and joy of life” (T-27.VII.9:4) – but it does not undo our mistaken belief in separation.

What undoes our belief in separation is realizing that relationship is not about the individual but the collective. The relationship itself is the point. What can we give to it rather than what we can we, individually, extract or gain from it? On this view, the relationship naturally subsumes our separate interests which makes it possible to set aside the high stakes nature of the personal, and thus experience from a new – a more open and holistic, a more holy – place our natural communion with God.

Blessed are you who learn that to hear the Will of your Father is to know your own. For it is your will to be like Him, Whose Will it is that it be so. God’s Will is that His Son be one, and united with Him in His Oneness (T-11.I.11:6-8).

The suggestion is that holy relationships are about co-creation – specifically, the co-creation of holiness, in order to produce circumstances in which what is One might perfectly remember Itself as Itself.

I accepted the binary paradigm of me-and-you for a long time. I worked very hard to shift from me-centered to you-centered thinking. But Beeth intimates an interesting and helpful evolution. What if it is no longer about me or you? What if the tired duality of self and other – of and/or altogether – can just be set aside?

What if it is about us? About what we are together? And what therefore comes forth through us? What grace awaits our union in order to make itself manifest?

V Happy Dreams

In any coherent sense, each one of our relationships (with a person, a flower, a lake, a principle) reflects – is a fractal of – our relationship with God. In turn, our relationship with God reflects – is a fractal of – our relationship with the Whole (even as it exceeds (even as it must exceed) our human understanding). To be in relationship at all means being aware of ourselves in all our humanness and being aware of the divinity that our humanness reveals when it joins with others (broadly defined to include places, animals, ideas, et cetera).

Wholeness, says Beeth, can be “approached only when we can simultaneously hold the paradoxical perspectives at both ends of the spectrum.” That is, it seems like the individual is not the whole, and that the whole cannot be divided into many parts. But put “seems” aside. Loving both (the whole and the part) – neither resisting nor favoring either – is what gently translates our nightmares into happy dreams. It sugars out in a form of living together that “gently translates our nightmares into happy dreams.”

Our Zen Buddhist brothers and sisters are very skillful with this understanding and practice. Roshi Philip Kapleau said that “everything is One” that is of course “not a numerical one.”

We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness . . . The mind can go in a thousand directions, but on this beautiful path, I walk in peace. With each step, the wind blows. With each step, a flower blooms . . . (Thich Nhat Hanh Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life).

In happy dreams, we accept the end of separation and all its effects by becoming responsible for creating together the conditions in which we can accept the end of separation. In another essay, Beeth calls co-creation a form of cooperation with the Divine that necessarily begins with cooperation at the level of the world and the body.

When we say ‘co-creation’, we aren’t talking about just humans co-creating together, but an enlightened human collective consciously co-creating with the powers and intelligences of the cosmos. It is a numinous experience of our evolutionary potential as a species (Beeth).

Thus, it is not our personal responsibility to end war and famine, undo racism, bring forth universal healthcare and basic income, and stabilize the climate or whatever. But it is our responsibility, together, to become coherent, to unify in ways that facilitate the extension of happiness which must include safety, wellness, abundance and freedom. The larger problems will be undone when we realize whatever next steps and connections our relationship exists to bring forth. The form coherence takes is always intimately personal and it cannot be divined in advance.

Your special function is the special form in which the fact that God is not insane appears most sensible and meaningful to you. The content is the same. The form is suited to your special needs, and to the special time and place in which you think you find yourself, and where you can be free of place and time, and all that you believe must limit you (T-25.VII.7:1-3).

Peter Maurin, one of the founders of the Catholic Worker, suggested that together we can create “a new society in the shell of the old,” a society that excludes nobody and provides equally for all. But we have to let the old one go! And we have to join with those who will work with us to risk the vision and application inherent in creating a new one.

“Letting go of the old one” doesn’t mean (does not have to mean) calamity and crisis. It doesn’t have to mean destruction. It can also mean – Beeth argues that in fact it does mean – the restoration of peaceful and happy cooperation with what is. We can collaborate with one another and, in doing so, collaborate with God to restore to awareness our identity in and as the Undifferentiated Whole. What else could cooperation mean?

When that is the case, the new world – the happy dream – appears naturally and effortlessly.

VI Christ is a Collective: The Happiest Dream of All

Beeth calls her essay an “attempt to hold space” for all the “awakening collective Buddhas.”

I love and revere the Buddha. I have loved and revered him since tenth grade when a friend shared The Gospel According to Zen with me. Reading it was a hurricane wind that blew away my childish perceptions of God as an Old Man In Charge of Everything, leaving an open vista in which to imagine something new and expansive, formless and creative, and loving in ways barely imaginable. Buddha pointed to the potential for joy and harmony in that vista, which I wanted and needed very much. I still want and need that. But, for me, Jesus pointed to justice through disciplined creativity and a willingness to take risks in a zero-sum, winner-take-all game that for him ended on a cross outside Jerusalem.

I didn’t want the cross but I absolutely wanted the justice. It was (and still is) very clear to me that justice and love are not separate (e.g., T-25.VIII.8:3).

So a big part of my life story has been about seeking a way to realize the radical justice envisioned by Jesus without losing the joyful generative stillness of Buddha. In a lot of ways, that search led me to A Course in Miracles which – by opening my eyes to mind/body dualism and forcing me to take a stand with respect to it – dissolved (that is the verb) the search.

Beeth teaches me that I don’t need to resolve the apparently disparate ideals represented by Jesus and Buddha. Rather, I need to learn how to be in relationship with you. Together, we will co-create a new world in which joy and nonviolence unite to transform the Place of the Skull into a Bo tree, and the Bo tree into the present moment presently constellated. Peace and happines are our inheritance. The question is, are we ready to claim it?

The next Christ will be – indeed is already waking up to itself as – a collective. Salvation rests in realizing every relationship as Christ awakening to Christ. Our apparently personal and invidual lives will transform accordingly. What must we do to be Christ together? What has to change in us personally and collectively? What has to be our practice?

Most important of all: will you help me find it?

A Course in Miracles Lesson 239

The glory of my Father is my own.

A major stumbling block for many of us is false humility. We think by making ourselves small that we are acknowledging God’s greatness. It’s true that we are called to be servants! But what enables us to adopt that posture of love is a full-hearted and open-minded embrace of what we are in truth.

When we acknowledge the God’s glory is shared with us, we are not elevating ourselves over and against our brothers and sisters (broadly defined to include maple trees, whale sharks and mosquitos). We are making a statement about all Creation. God does not play favorites or, if you prefer, God has only one Child and we are, together, it.

This lesson makes clear that the opposite of humility is gratitude. When we realize that we are not separate from our Creator, and are radically equal with all Creation, we do not become power-hungry Lords or tyrants. We become deeply, almost mystically, thankful. All problems are solved in this light, all hurts and grievances healed. Of course we are grateful.

Gratitude is actionable. It is a feeling, yes, but it’s also a foundation. When we act from Love, we always act in ways that bring forth the Atonement, which can only be brought forth in relationship. The world becomes an interlocking network of relationships, all nurturing and feeding into one another, and our job is to render our node in that system holy.

Holiness means that we live in reality with open eyes and open minds. We do not deny ourselves. We are not afraid because we trust God and know that God trusts us. We serve our brothers and sisters by refusing to burden them with projections of fear, nor do we accept their projections. We undo interior blocks to our awareness of Love so that we can serve with as much clarity and integrity as possible.

This is the practice of holiness.

The happiness that living this way – living the practice of holiness – begets is hard to describe. It is not contingent on the right arrangement of external circumstances. It liberates us from the external by fundamentally rearranging our understanding of cause and effect. It restores to us the power to refuse separation and thus reconnect with what it truth we could never leave nor be apart from.

All this sounds too good to be true but “too good to be true” is a defense. It’s an idea we use to keep ourselves from truly partaking of the creative power and glory that is ours because of what we are and what reality is. So the work, then, is not merely to accept or reject the idea – anybody can do that – but to bring it into application.

The question is: if you do, in fact, share God’s glory, then how shall you live today? What will you do? What will you say? How will you respond to what appears?

The prayer in this lesson uses the metaphor of light to describe God’s presence in, to and with us. And it suggests that when we give attentin to this light we remember that we “are one, united in this light and one with You, at peace with all creation and ourselves” (W-pII.239.2:3).

That is a promise! It is a promise that if we accept our nature in truth, and remember our creative abilities, that we will also remember we SHARE those abilities with all Creation. We will be restored to collaboration, and our happiness will not be constrained or restricted in any way.

That is our practice today: to remember the glory of God and to accept the memory speaks to what we are as well. Indeed, we can only remember it because it reflects what we are in truth. What else but gratitude could possibly suit us?

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