We Who Dream

"Father, we stand to erase all differences, so that we are clear to receive your light. We stand and declare your reality, hands raised to the sky. Nightmares may storm the gates of our united hearts, but still we stand. We who dream shout no more for the pull of that which returns to dust, but dwell here with you, forever. Amen." --We Who Dream.

What if we had a Father? Some of us do not like the word, "Father", so use whatever word you like. What if "God" were not a separate being from us, from "His" creation, but is all-in-all, complete and perfect, within Itself. What if we are one Self, part of God...one with God?
As I write this, I am in prayer. I sense no divine anger, no petulant cosmic disturbance, no raging demand that I prostrate myself. I never have felt any of this, in all my 51 years. Would you like to know what I sense, what I have sensed all my life?
Love without opposite, joy without opposite, peace without opposite. I do not believe in an angry godhead, a system of conditions wherein we must make the cut in order that God love us, and accept us. This is a simple mis-interpretation based on fear of the unknown. It is insane.
Whatever God actually is, "He" creates by imparting "Himself" in and through "His" creations. We are not separate from God. God is right here, where we are.
In our creation we became confused, and fear came into our mind. It was only an instant, and was gone, because God knows it was not real. We suddenly felt apart from Him, but this is impossible. It is not God's will that we be anything but one with Him forever. The mad thought of fear we had became the world we think we exist in as separate beings we call "people". What we experience now is the replaying of that instant of fear. Everything we see and do and think is in the past...except love. The love is real.
This is the teaching of A Course In Miracles. "Loving thoughts are the world's only reality." We never left home, nor could we. It is as if we are a sleeping child, with the parent right beside us as we dream of a crazy world where everything is apart from every other thing, and nothing remains the same no matter how hard we try to make it so. The parent knows we are safe in bed, at home. But we are convinced that our dream is real.
There is one teaching, and all teachings teach it. Rabbi Hillel, in the first century, put it this way:

"What is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow creature.
That is the whole Law. The rest is commentary."

Let us treat one another as we would like to be treated. This is because the "other" is us. I look out from two balls in my skull, giving me the impression that I am inside my own head, and watch a whole world go about its business, as if I had nothing to do with its existence. But there is no "outside". And every day I go to work, and I prove to myself the teaching actually works. The world I see is a reflection of my state of mind, just as a mirror reflects whatever is placed before it. Except in our case, we are forming what we see.

We dream of chaos and call it balance. Hot and cold, up and down, happiness and sorrow, joy and despair. This chaos is the seat of ego's calamity. Ego is that part of our mind we made to function in the dream. It thinks it is a real self, autonomous, wholly physical, independent. We are that child, dreaming of scattered bits like some crazy puzzle, each piece a clue to the whole picture. I want to awaken.