The cosmos exists because you are asleep and dreaming (T-10.I.2:1).
When you wake up the cosmos will no longer exist and since you are part of the cosmos, you will no longer exist either. And since you no longer exist, there will be no memory of any dream.
The cosmos is merely what nothing would look like if it could be something, which it cannot be.
This is only hard to understand because we prefer mystery to clarity, and indignation to peace. We’d rather reign in hell than serve in Heaven, a sentiment cherished by all the separated ones.
There is another way.
When the light comes and you have said “God’s Will is mine,” you will see such beauty that you will know it is not of you. Out of your joy you will create beauty in His Name, for your joy could no more be contained than His. The bleak little world will vanish into nothingness, and your heart will be so filled with joy that it will leap into Heaven, and into the Presence of God. I cannot tell you what this will be like, for your heart is not ready (T-11.III.3:3-6).
Milton wasn’t fucking around. Jesus wasn’t – and still isn’t – fucking around. And – whether you like it or not – you are not fucking around either.
The way is given, the problem solved. The reason we don’t live it is because we are scared of “nothingness.” We disappear, the dog disappears, the cosmos disappears. Not a shred of a memory of God or Peace or Love remains. We can’t accept it. So we keep trying to make separation work. At least in hell they give you crumbs.
Until one day – not because we can’t solve the problem but because we finally see that we are taking good people down by trying – we give up. We surrender.
When you care as much about the other as you care about your own self – not saying the words but living it in a way that cannot be denied, only affirmed – the separation ends.
The reason you don’t need to be afraid of nothingness at the end is because nothingness is not the end.
Something is the end, even if it’s nothing.
And you know this because this is the end. This is nothing: this this.