Listen, and try to think if you remember what we will speak of now. Listen. Let Us go together, beyond trying. Let Us, together, slow down the ego mind in its frantic efforts to secure its safety – and remember, its safety is not Yours. Yours is your Love, the experience spoken of here, that is so beautiful and so very far beyond the ego's ken of selfishness as saviour.
Allow the stillness to flow through Your mind; and Your mind it is, despite the eons of ego domination, Your dominion remains, waiting to be exercised. … … …
If You have yet to realize this, let Us take some moments – truly some Holy Instants – to think of it now together. What am I asking You to remember but an eternal state of Freedom that has always been Yours, and always will be. And yet this Freedom is not found in doing as You please, exercising Your ‘rights’ and trampling Others. Nothing could be further from the Truth than that. Yet that is how the ego operates: its only goal is me, me, me. Those are the lyrics and the metre of its song.
That selfishness is not the song We’re listening for.
So, again, I ask You: Clear Your mind of the incessant ego wants and fears, its ceaseless demanding of its dominance. Just lay them gently to the side. It will be easy enough to pick them up again, if You so desire. And always it is My intention to free You from Your self-imposed imprisonment.
And now, together, You and I, We will: Listen, not so much for words at first, but rather for a feeling, a sense that all is Peace, a Peace that passes all the understanding of the dream in which You are busily immersed. And as You listen for that Peace -- perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; not so much forgotten, but ignored and, therefore, so unused that You had completely forgotten Its existence. It is dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, – since Its Harmony is the nature of Your Be-ing, and yet It is – like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. And why is this?
You had to hide It from Yourself or the dream could never have been invented. And now, and always, is the moment to think of It again. So together We are remembering It and speaking of Its Beauty and Its Happiness with Joy.
Not the whole song has stayed with you, – or You would be long ago Awake – there is but just a little wisp of melody, – like the fragrance of a rose inhaled long ago. It is attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But It is enough to make You pause and smile as you remember, from just this little part, just this precious suggestion of its notes, how lovely was the song – Its Beauty so breathtaking that the Joy is breaking through Your long shut heart – and although You cannot quite see it yet, the Place of Mind, of Love, where it exists, that You can now faintly feel, brings to consciousness how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you. It is the Love You’re feeling now, calling to You to recognize Its Presence here and now.
As I’ve said before to You: Somewhere You remember Who and What You Are, although the ego has imprisoned this joyous memory behind so many lifetimes of purposeless self will, meaningless getting, with giving short-shifted.
And so, this little remainder, which has shown itself in a longing to Love and be Loved like that again, has been all You had left of Something so dear You would weep if You let Yourself realize just What a Treasure You have hidden from Yourself.
And thanks to a shred of Your Sanity, (the Whole of which is kept safe and intact by the Love of the Holy Spirit, Your True Self), and although it seems that The notes are nothing by themselves for You know not how to bring the Song to mind, they are important to You. 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. And weep You do, silently and tearlessly, for the happiness and Love that You so carelessly cast away. The weeping does not come in tears, but shows itself as sickness, sin and death, the concomitants of the seeming endless dreams in which You insistently cling to as if they were Reality Itself. You know they're not. Somewhere within You know that You are really Life and Love and Good.
And that is what You are that is so dear to You, and so it never can be lost. It is Your Oneness known as God, Our Source, which – far above all else – is known as Love. It is the experience of Be-ing Love Itself, a You so beautiful and cherished and essential to All Creation that It is beyond description and only can be known when felt as Consciousness. Once You allow Yourself to feel It in the dream, Awakening becomes necessity.
You could remember, yet you are afraid, believing you would lose the world you learned since then. The world You taught Yourself, for never did Our Father-Mother Source of Love bring forth a world so loveless, dark and painful for so many. God's Universe is bright with Love expressed as His Ideas of Light of which You are the most important One, along with every other One.
We All are precious to the Love that makes Us. And each One of Us is precious to All of Us. Do You remember what it’s like to be loved like that? Somewhere You do. And so You struggle to somehow feel that Love within the dream world You have made. And yet you know that nothing in the world you learned is half so dear as this.
And so You age, You sicken, and You die – You the Eternal, perfect Son of God – consumed by buried disappointment that nothing turned out the way You thought it would when it seemed like such a clever idea to turn Your back on God to go it on Your own. And now the path that leads back Home is long grown over, and the ego gives its assurance that never would the Father take You back after such a big transgression.
And none of it is True, not one word, for the Father’s Name and Nature both are Love. And what is True of Him is also True of You.
So come and stay close by Me, take My hand; and as We walk Together through Your day: Listen, – and what is Listening to Me but the silencing of incessant thinking, the quieting of the ego’s chattering voice so You can better hear the beauty of the music and the words of Love. Again, let Us together 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.
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. All of this Happiness stands waiting joyously for Your return. And ‘re-turn’ it literally is. You’d turned Your back on Love and Life, oh so long ago. And now Your willingness to turn again and face Heaven instead of hell brings Us All great joy.
And all the circle fills with light before your eyes. What is this Light with which the circle fills but the Fullness of Reality. Infinite Ideas of God, All of Us exquisite Light, gentle Love, vibrant Life. Ideas come streaming from everywhere to witness and support Your glad re-turn.
Can You see how very simple it is? The shifting of direction from ‘Me’ to ‘We’ – all the loving Ideas that You had shut out when choosing for the ego dream. We’ve longed for All of You Who dream to remember All the Rest of You again.
And now the importance of forgiveness comes front and center, for when Your Brother or Your Sister is forgiven for what They didn’t do, so do You see forgiveness radiate to You.
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. You understand that never did You sin, only Good is True.
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. ... Not only are You loved beyond all present understanding, but also You are intrinsic to that Love, which needs You to be complete.
And now the blind can see, – opened are Your eyes – for that same song they (You) sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them as well. Opened You are as the words and the feelings of Love spill forth, breathing, remembering Joy once again. Vision has cleared and the Beauty of You opens your eyes even wider. The blindness which they (You) made will not withstand the memory of this song. And they (You) will look upon the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he is – and Who You are – that You and they sing of. And You are that Love. You had forgotten what it felt like, to Be Love; that it isn’t something lost that must be somehow found, You knew not where and searched for It in the most unlikely places. And now You know that It is What You Are.
What is a miracle but this remembering? And who is there in whom this memory lies not? And with the memory comes the realization, illumining Your mind: I am that Love that I was looking for everywhere but here.
The light in one – the Love You Are – awakens it in all. You see It everywhere. And when you see it in each other, you ARE remembering for everyone. Reach out and take Your Brother’s hand, and as You do, the Father reaches out, embracing You.
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