Unshod

Leave your shoes at the door, cross the threshold with feet bare. Our home is your home, the home we never left. Only dreamed it so.

Understand there is no door, no threshold. You placed them there because you have taught yourself to function in those terms: Form, structure, your own special self as set apart from (your sense of) your ancient sense of otherness. Yes, welcome to the "place" you always were...always are.

You are not a separate being. You are an aspect of a Greater Reality. The bed you made cannot support you, for the body you made to lay on the bed does not exist anymore than does the bed. Only perfect love exists.

The frightening images you think is a world apart from you, peopled with other bodies that seem to come and go, all this never took place. The reason this is hard for you to understand is that you are fighting against the idea. This means you are fighting yourself.

You think these words are coming from "something" outside your body. There is no outside, and no inside. You are making the words in order that you understand, however dimly, what you are telling yourself. For this information is coming from yourself. Self is all there is.

You awoke long ago, in your terms of time. You think you continue in time, and you think the more time there is, the longer you will continue. Yet you know your days are numbered. You know your body is falling apart, regardless the steps you might take to keep it "healthy".

This is unnatural. You are not a body. You are hiding in a world of your own making. THERE IS NOTHING FROM WHICH TO HIDE. You are perfect love. You remain as created. You tell yourself you do not know your Creator, but this is not so. You tell yourself you will be your own creator, but this is impossible. This is why the world you made is in a state of constant decay, why it is crude, why you do not remember telling yourself these things. The world you made is not eternal. Only the eternal is real. This is so beautiful and true that it confuses you. But only you can confuse you. Only what is real exists. This is your will because it is your Creator's Will.

Your dream is gone because it was not your will. You did not will it, you just invented it out of your fear that you had lost everything. But as your Creator's Child, you ARE everything.

Cross over, welcome to your Self.