The End of Dreams

"I will the end of dreams." --A Course in Miracles. I would awake, and return to the "place" I never left. If I fear, it is because I know not what I am. I've done this thing, and this I would undo. I will the end of dreams. I would awake.

"I've done this thing" is not an accusation, but a blessing. It means I am responsible for what I see. This is easy to forget because part of my mind wants me to forget. But I am responsible for that part of my mind. I did not create myself, but I do create. I also make images. In a tiny flash of fear, I forgot the difference between creating and making. That flash cannot repeat, because fear is unreal, and nothing unreal exists. In other words, it never happened. How does what never happened repeat?

Someone long ago tried to teach me my mind is dangerous. That one did not know that before my physical birth, I'd been told mind is home.

At home, there is only peace. Part of my mind tried to tell me this means boredom, but I know that isn't so. For that part of my mind knows not at all what peace really is.

It only seems the dream is ongoing. It ended. Nothing has happened except my (our) dreaming of separation. But our nature is wholeness.

We remain as created.

We were created from perfect love, into perfect love. What appears as not love is an appeal to be loved, whether we recognize it or not. We already are everything.

I will the end of dreaming otherwise.