Another’s loss becomes your gain and thus you fail to recognize that you can never take away from anyone but yourself.

These are the laws of chaos, which are the laws of ego in a world that we created when we fell away from the truth. It is no wonder that we get so confused and feel defensive. But we can remember that in my defenselessness my innocence lies.

“No course whose purpose is to teach you to remember what you really are could fail to emphasize that there can never be a difference in what you really are and what love is. Love’s meaning is your own, and shared by God Himself. For what you are is what He is. There is no love but His, and what He is, is everything there is. There is no limit placed upon Himself, and so are you unlimited as well.“ (W-127.4:1-5)

As we awaken to the truth, we realize that when the mind thinks it is something that it isn’t, it is asleep and dreaming. When it awakens, it is what it has always been, pure Love. This is how we can help each other. We remember that we are Loved in God’s mind. The thoughts that we are separate and have created a different reality is just a dream. I would rather call it a nightmare, but the course calls it dreaming. We can make happy dreams by remembering Love and inserting Love in all our actions each day. We begin each day by asking for peace and extending peace and Love outwards.

“Let me remember I am one with God, at one with all my brothers and my Self, in everlasting holiness and peace.” (W-124.12:2)

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Growing into My Glasses

by Rev. Paula Richards, Ordained Ministerial Counselor

“Let’s see if we can help you to see more clearly,” the attendant said. I wasn’t at the ophthalmologist for a routine eye exam, but they quickly ascertained that one was needed. I’m in my seventies and my last appointment was over two years ago.

There is always an adjustment period when I get new eyeglasses. The frames might need some tweaking to feel comfortable, but there is also an adjustment to a different field of view. Even though the view is clearer, I usually experience a brief period of slight disorientation, a sense of being unbalanced.

Although my perceived physical vision seems to be declining, I equate getting a new eye prescription with my spiritual vision becoming clearer. And, though getting new frames can be a fun fashion statement experience, I believe it can also be an outward representation of an inner state of mind. Two years ago, physically, and emotionally drained from a five-year care-giving experience, I chose meek, mild-mannered, nearly invisible frames. A lot has changed in those two years. I moved across the country alone, leaving behind all I’ve known for the past seventy years. Nine months later, I dealt with my mom’s passing and having to relocate again. With all the turmoil, I also wrestled with several health issues, some of which felt life-threatening at the time.

I am now settled in my new life; calmer, steadier, more open, and more prepared to step into whatever and wherever Holy Spirit’s guidance leads me. The new frames I chose are bigger, bolder, and more defined than the old ones. I felt the inner shift as soon as I tried them on. My friend was grinning at me. Her shoulder-shrugging response to my hesitation was, “Well, you just might have to grow into them.” We both laughed.

I wore the new frames for almost two weeks with very positive responses from mostly everyone, though one person said she found them a bit intimidating. Even after eight adjustments, they proved to be too heavy for my face, but wearing them helped me readjust to my new inner level of confidence as a teacher of God. I knew this experience had nothing to do with getting anyone else’s approval and everything to do with stepping into my own. When a friend asked me to put my old frames back on for comparison, she said, “Wow, it’s almost like you disappeared!”

Now, I get that it’s important to stop identifying with the body and remember my true nature as spirit, but as someone who feels called to be a speaker, a messenger of God in this physical world, being invisible might not be the best approach! So, after all the futile attempts to make the new frames work, I surrendered. My prayer to Holy Spirit became, please help me find the best frames for the work you would have me do in this world; frames that would help me appear approachable, sure, and trustworthy; frames that would help me relate to and communicate with people in a calm, non-threatening way.

The replacement frames I chose are more middle-of-the-road. They are lighter-weight metal frames that highlight my eyes without overpowering them. They will be ready sometime this week. Metaphorically speaking, I believe I will be ready too. During the last few weeks, I’ve had more and more experiences of seeing some longstanding personal issues in a new, more enlightened way. Recently, I was brought to tears as I had yet another realization. An event I had felt great sadness about for years was seen in a new light. The new awareness came with a torrent of emotion. My beautiful spiritual partner waited until I had assimilated the lesson, and my tears subsided. With a gentle smile, she looked at me and said, “Looks like you are growing into your new glasses.”

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I Am Entitled to Miracles

by Rev. Dani Wells, Ordained Ministerial Counselor

I had been estranged from my family for many years. They were dishonest, manipulative, lazy, and would do anything to avoid an honest day’s work. They embarrassed me, so as soon as I got out on my own, had my own life and my own little girl, I changed my name and disowned all of them! I was finished with being lied to, lied about, and pulled into all of their collective neurosis!

Everything was fine until my daughter, Sophia, became old enough to start asking questions, such as: “Do I have a grandma and grandpa? Do I have aunts and uncles and cousins?”

My response was always the same: “You are better off not knowing them. They’re a bunch of losers and I don’t want them anywhere near you!”

This tactic worked for about five minutes, due to the fact that Sophia was relentless, not unlike someone else I know! She began to check on Facebook. I even changed the spelling of their names to throw her off. I threatened that if she dared to bring those people back into my life that I would change my name, relocate, and she would never see me again!

Did this work? Ha! She succeeded in finding a young woman who had been married to my brother Toby, who gave Sophia ample info to locate the others. Shortly after, Sophia called me, saying she had a surprise for me. I like surprises so I said, “When do I get to see it?” She replied, “Mom, your brother Toby wants to talk to you! He said you were his guardian Angel when he was growing up! I’ve talked to everyone Mom, and they all say such great things about you! You left a hole in their hearts, and they love you!”

Okay! That’s her side of the story! So I said, “You obviously haven’t spoken to my mother yet, who delighted in making my life miserable!” Sophia said, ”Mom, I spoke to her today and she cried. She’s the one who told me that their lives have never been the same, and that you took the sunshine when you left. She loves you Mom!”

“Wait a minute! Hold everything! You must have talked to someone else’s mom! My mother delighted in saying that there should be retroactive birth control, and that I should have never seen the light of day! I wanna see a picture of this woman, because it can’t possibly be my mother!”

So Sophia texted me a picture of my mom, and sure enough! It was her! But why all of a sudden would she say kind things about me? She always told me I was a mistake!

Then Sophia said softly, “Mom, your mother, my grandmother, has dementia and she’s in a home, and she only remembers that when you left, a cloud settled over the family. They’ve never been the same!”

Hmm! How could this be? Could someone pass the Kleenex? I felt very ashamed for my tirade. I took several deep breaths, and called my mother. I braced myself, hoping that I wasn’t being set up, and when she answered, I cautiously said, “mom”?

She said, “OMG! Is this Dani? It sounds like my Dani!” Feeling a bit more courageous, I said, “Yes mom, it’s me.” She burst into tears, and so did I.

She said, “I’ve been praying all these years to God to bring you back. How are you? Tell me everything! Was it my fault you left? Did I do something wrong?”

I said, “You were the best mom ever! You could never be anything but perfect in every way, and I love you so much!”

“Let miracles replace all grievances!” (W-pI.78)

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