You Said, "Walk with me"

I said, "Walk with me." Then I looked and found you'd been beside me all along. You are my brother. The word has no gender. Brother is not a body, the body is nothing. Brother is an aspect of mind seen as apart. If I see a part of myself as "you", as away from me, then I can displace my guilt onto "someone else."

Guilt is our way of hiding from Who/What we really are. Guilt is a demand that I am separate from everything I perceive. To perceive is to look out rather than look within. Perception is a wish projected as an image. In this way, we can look at what we thought we did as if someone else did it to us.

Using words to try and describe reality as it really is is like showing you a hammer because I cannot recall the word "Strike." I know what strike looks like, I know how it feels to me, but I cannot express it except by showing you a hammer. But then you must be able to get in your mind strike, and not hit, or pound.

Nothing has happened to change Who/What we are. I am driven to write these things, though I have no idea why. Something in me moves me. Nor do I even know what me is. I do not know what I is. And yet it matters not, because there is no gap between us. We are not just interconnected by a common thread, we are the same.

I said, "Walk with me" because you said it to me. Brother, it was never there, a cold scary world of outside forces mounted against us, a constant struggle. It was a dream from which we awoke instantly because it was not our Creator's Will, and that means it was not our will. We are one Self, living in perfect love, perfect peace.