The blind man with his cane, the homeless man digging through a dumpster, alcoholics sleeping in the ditch, the elderly and feeble, the abandoned, the prisoner incarcerated for a crime he did not commit, a child born into disease, the lover who has been cheated on, patients in mental institutions, the ones caring for these individuals. Here in the world the eternal come to die, the everything to be nothing, the all encompassing to be locked in a cell. Can the limitless be limited?
Stay with me here, this is not a depressing tale of sorrow, we have enough of that here, just a little contrast, then we will flip the switch.
“Forgiveness and Love fall like raindrops from Heaven on a dry and dusty world where thirsty and starving creatures come to die.”
6 Listen-perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten; and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you.
7 The notes are nothing. Yet you have kept them with you, not for themselves, but as a soft reminder of what would make you weep if you remembered how dear it was to you. You could remember, yet you are afraid, believing you would lose the world you learned since then. And yet you know that nothing in the world you learned is half so dear as this. Listen, and see if you remember an ancient song you knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody you taught yourself to cherish since.
8 Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything you see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as you look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before your eyes. The edges of the circle disappear, and what is in it is no longer contained at all. The light expands and covers everything, extending to infinity forever shining and with no break or limit anywhere. Within it everything is joined in perfect continuity. Nor is it possible to imagine that anything could be outside, for there is nowhere that this light is not. -ACIM
These are two pictures, two different worlds and both are in your mind for you can only see yourself. If your thoughts are with the first you will see a hateful fearful world. If your thoughts are in line with the second you will see a great and shining circle where all the world is fresh and new, a new Heaven and a new Earth. It is a choice, your choice. We have all built our own concept of what the world represents. Now we spend our time defending that position. Wars are fought and illusionary battles are won and seemingly lost. You cannot lose but you will not recognize this until you try and lose. To be or not to be.
You and I have fought many battles together . We have been the Victor and the Conquered, the Flag Bearer, and the King. We blew our Trumpets as we charged with no fear into battle. We travel but in dreams my Love. How real they seem to be. I invite you home my courageous Brother. There is a fork in the road now, we have been here before. There is only one road leading home and going in the opposite direction will not lead there. Here a decision must be made. If we go straight, the way we went before, we will be here again.
The question is simple, have you seen enough. I Am the Christian, the Hindu, the Muslim and the Jew. The Beggar, The giver, the imprisoned and the Free. Which parts have you played? I am a builder and an interpreter now. I have built a ladder which we can climb out of the Double Helix. Are you coming?