A New Way of Being (comment on Kos)

A New Way of Being

Posted 12/29/2008 4:50 PM PST on 9news.com

When I was very young... (0 / 0)

Before I learned to walk, I was serene, like a little Buddha. My mom used to say she could sit me in a corner, with just a couple of toys, and I would be content. I would play with shafts of sunlight, as if in meditation. Then, the passages happened...I'm 51 now, and I am starting to get some light back, or to realize it never went away, nor could it. Not really. I had a deep understanding of things unseen, a vivid and colorful imagination.
My writing is based on that. It led me to metaphysical teachings from The Science of Mind to The Secret of the Ages, to The Seth Material, to A Course In Miracles. I believe ultimately there is one teaching, and all teachings teach it.
But love is always the key, isn't it? Ernest Holmes, author of The Science of Mind, wrote, "Love is the central flame of the universe. Nay, the very fire itself."

What if "we" are in truth one unlimited Self, dreaming "he" is a multitude of separate and separated bodies, little selves, and each little self dreams in turn...so creative is mind. What if our terror is unreal, and when we at last grow as a people in spiritual terms we will awaken and make a new world, then return to our Self. People demand that this means we lose individuality, but we do not understand individuality in the first place. It is not lost, but at last we can see what it really means. Isn't that what we are saying to one another, all of us? Isn't that why such things as The Seth books, and A Course In Miracles, and now The Secret, which is just a re-do of old metaphysical principles...is that not why such things keep coming out?

I believe we as a people are coming slowly into a new way of being. There is already upheaval, but with it comes the peace we have always sought, but dared not think possible. Barack Obama is part of that. But it is not an overnight thing. It will take time in our terms. I am not afraid of the mess as long as I know what awaits once it is healed by all of us working together.

First I believe we must come to grips with the idea that mind is far more powerful than we want to admit. Science keeps playing around with that idea with its quantum physics, and questions about mind over matter, when they should and will understand that mind forms matter.

I leave you with this: May peace one day overlay the earth, and heal the world.

We Who Dream of Scattered Things

Self stretches, not in space, which has no meaning, but in terms of its own fulfillment, which does. It spends one everlasting moment, not in time, which has no meaning, but in that same joyous fulfillment, which does.

Words cannot cover what Self is, but we are Self. We dream we are lost, scattered, separated, apart, yet we are one unlimited Self. Nothing can harm us. We are free to imagine terrible things that never could come true.

A dream, however wonderful or terrible, is still a dream. We who dream stand for illusions and never question their reality. We make simple images and call them a world. We are terrified, yet there is nothing to fear; we are dissociated, yet our true sight remains forever whole and perfectly clear.

We are love itself, without opposite; peace, without opposite. We could never really lose our way, only dream it so. We are not damned by a strange and strangely human god, standing aloof, apart from its feckless creation. No, we are blessed by our Whole and Holy Self. If we could just get over our ego-self, the concept of a separate self with a name and a tiny life in a world we think is outside us, we would awaken to our true state of being.

In fact, we have done so. Within the miracle of our creation, we had a thought of fear that lasted but an instant, for it is not our Creator's Will that we be afraid. What we think is a world with a linear timeline, warring with itself, seemingly separate from the nature that abounds, whose "happiness" is no more than our waiting for the other shoe to drop...this world was over in the same instant in which it seemed to happen. Everything we see then, is in the past.

Self creates wonders, its beautiful and perfect freedom dancing to a Song of the ages...Self is us, we are Self.


This was written spontaneously, and is based on my understanding of A Course In Miracles, and the Seth books, by Jane Roberts.