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Merely Look

by Joyce Peebles, Ministerial Candidate

Part of the definition of forgiveness is to merely look. To merely look sounds simple. Throughout the text of A Course in Miracles, Jesus asks us to “merely Look.” What does this mean? Merely looking does mean to see the deception, fear, or turmoil the ego portrays. It does mean for us to see that the ego’s guidance leads to attack thoughts, feelings of victimization and pain. It does not mean we see the treachery of the ego and recoil or try to get rid of it. It does not mean we see its ugliness and try to make it “better” as if we could improve it. Jesus is not asking us to let the ego go. He is asking us to realize that the one looking at the ego is not the ego. We are looking at what we have made, it is not us. This realization gradually ends our identification with the ego.

To understand that the ego does not have any power, does nothing, and is nothing, is everything. The ego made up this world of separation. We are literally pretending that it is real and suffer because of what we see in it. Holy Spirit helps us remember it is not real. We can choose to “merely look” and not suffer. We don’t have to believe what the ego tells us is real.

Lesson 93 tells us, “It (the ego) does not battle with the Son of God. It does not hurt him, nor attack his peace.” We don’t need to be afraid of it. We do need to recognize our desire to give it power and meaning. In the process of ‘Merely looking” we don’t engage, there is no efforting.

If I decide to do more than “merely look” my ego gets busy analyzing. As soon as I try to analyze something based on form I am wrong. In the gospel of Thomas, there is a verse that says, “Be a passerby.” Sounds like “merely looking” to me.

I am presently practicing merely looking at what I consider “big deals” in my life. When I remember that not for one instant is the body real, merely looking is much easier. Most of the time I actually need do nothing physically. However, in my Mind, I am doing plenty.

I remind myself that if what I think I’m seeing is not love, then love is being asked for. I remind myself who I really AM and who they really are. I remind myself that I want peace instead of conflict.

When Jesus asks us to merely look he never intended for us to do it alone. He states and promises He is with us at all times. This is comforting because what I see in this made-up world can be vicious and frightening.

There are times when it seems the thought that Jesus is with me is “not enough” and I want some comfort with “skin on it.” This is when I call or go see a like minded friend who I know will help me see this situation differently. I am grateful for all of the Sonship, even the ones who appear to be separate from me. When I pause and merely look, I remember we are all One. This is salvation.

Joyce Peebles is a POL student from Hot Springs, AR. Email: .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)

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Well, Son of a Gun

by Kethy Croy, Ministerial Candidate

Yep, that’s the title, or theme I heard after an intense session with the Holy Spirit this morning. He uses terminology like that to amuse and astound me. And, astounded I was!

Just to set the stage, let me give you the cliff notes of “my story.” It’s a psychological mind-bender with only small doses of wild romance and very little in terms of thrilling. It’s important for me to share the “highlights” or, more appropriately “lowlights” of this saga for perspective. However, I would hazard a guess that my story is not unlike every other story with different names, faces, and zip codes.

I was born into a family, second of eight children, alcoholic abusive father and emotionally passive mother.

I was raised Catholic and was determined to be the very best at my catechism and church attendance.

I was never popular in school, but then none of us believe we were.

When I was a senior in high school, I met the man of my dreams, became pregnant, gave the baby up for adoption and attempted to proceed with my so-called life.

Shortly after I returned to my hometown after the baby’s birth, I met a guy who thought I had nice legs. I figured that must be my savior out of shame since he didn’t judge me for my “sin,” so I agreed to marry him just a few months later.

Over the past 50 years we had six children and 14 grandchildren, all accomplished, bright, beautiful, and achieving the level of success I always dreamed of.

As far as the marriage goes, he has acquired many expensive cars (his version of love), more than a couple of extracurricular relationships (his version of acceptance) and has been emotionally absent.

I have had many prestigious jobs (my version of love and acceptance) through the years, and have been quickly relied upon and promoted, even though I only have a high school education.

My current dream job has been eliminated and I have experienced physical, emotional and spiritual upheaval since.

This morning as I sat with the Course, straining for comfort and a level of peace, I cried out to the Holy Spirit about my plight. The agony was in my belly, the grief was on my lips, and my thoughts were swirling like a tornado. I had been reciting Lesson 109 throughout the night as I attempted to sleep. “I rest in God.”

As I sat contemplating my role in the Sonship, details of the above story presented themselves in living color. I remembered instances while raising my children when they needed items of clothing, or school supplies and my husband would always make me feel guilty and ashamed for asking for money. I still recall the heaviness in my gut as I knew none of his cars ever wanted for anything. Then came the shame. The shame for having remained in this relationship when we were always the last priority.

After this parade of horror had passed through my awareness, I kept my head bowed as I handed over the grief, the shame, the guilt and asked for healing. That was all it took. The Holy Spirit gently unfolded Reality to me in that moment.

I have done this to myself.

At the very beginning of the Course in Chapter 1 we are told: 

“Perfect love casts out fear. If fear exists,Then there is not perfect love. BUT: Only perfect love exists. If there is fear, It produces a state that does not exist.”

So, if I’m not feeling this “perfect love” the situation I think I’m in is not real. Well, that’s what I’ve been learning and “believing” for the past 10 or so years I’ve been a student of the Course. But today I heard it loud and clear.

The litany of offenses heaped upon me by “others” over the years have been my own construct. My own fabrication. I authored it. I accomplished it. And now I’m going to proceed on with business as usual as if the storyline is true and I’m the suffering heroine? The absurdity sat down hard on my awareness today. Thank you, God!

If I continue to not only believe the drama I’ve written, but also portraying my “role” with all the offense and victimization that the story holds, how can I be victorious? How can I fulfill my function here as God’s son? Inconceivable!

In section VII of Text Chapter 1 the Course is very clear about this fantasy vs. reality:

“Fantasy is a distorted form of vision. Fantasies of any kind are distortions, because they always involve twisting perception into unreality. Actions that stem from distortions are literally the reactions of those who know not what they do. Fantasy is an attempt to control reality according to false needs. Twist reality in any way and you are perceiving destructively. Fantasies are a means of making false associations and attempting to obtain pleasure from them. But although you can perceive false associations, you can never make them real except to yourself. YOU BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU MAKE. If you offer miracles, you will be equally strong in your belief in them. The strength of your conviction will then sustain the belief of the miracle receiver. Fantasies become totally unnecessary as the wholly satisfying nature of reality becomes apparent to both giver and receiver. Reality is “lost” through usurpation, which produces tyranny. As long as a single “slave” remains to walk to the earth, your release is not complete. Complete restoration of the Sonship is the only goal of the miracle-minded.” (T-1.VII.3)

Well, son of a gun. I finally got it. I got it experientially this time. I had been making the truths and precepts of the Course fit into this dream and they just didn’t fit. Rightly so!

I’m going to give the disclaimer you see in movie credits: “The people, places, and circumstances depicted here are completely illusory. There is absolutely no reality to any of it.”

“I will forgive, and this will disappear.” (Lesson 193)

THE END of my false accusations and ridiculous illusory stories. Enough of my ridiculous perceived needs. I rest in God!

Kathy Croy is a POL student from Cedar Rapids, IA. Email: .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)

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Angels to the Rescue

by Tacey Reese, Ministerial Candidate

The day started out calmly enough. I was riding with a friend, Leslie, to visit some friends of hers at their vacation cabin in the mountains above the Buffalo River here in Arkansas. It was early Spring and the trees were just starting to green out and the mountains were coming back to life after a long winter sleep. We talked as we drove, sipping coffee and enjoying the peacefulness of the rural countryside. Little did we know how dramatically the day would change in just a few hours.

We arrived at Melissa and Gwen’s cabin shortly before noon and sat down to a scrumptious lunch of home-raised ham and salad. I was enjoying getting to know these two women. They both worked as ER nurses and had lots of stories to share. I didn’t know then how fortunate we would be later to have an experienced nurse at hand.

The atmosphere was comfortable and lively and we all enjoyed our meal and conversation. After lunch, we walked around their property, seeing the sights. Grapevines starting to bud, the apple orchard, an enchanted forest grove in the far pasture where you were fairly certain fairies must come to play just because of the magic that hung over that secluded, private place.

Melissa and Gwen had brought their horses with them and it was decided we would take a horse and buggy ride. What fun, I thought! I had experience in riding astride when I was younger but had never been in a horse-drawn carriage. A draft mare named Bella was chosen to pull the buggy and then Gwen picked out another horse to ride astride as there was only room for three of us in the buggy. We piled in and set out for the river, clip-clop, clip-clop, a gentle breeze blowing and the sun shining brightly in a blue sky.

How much more perfect could a day in the country get? Just as that thought crossed my mind, Bella spooked and started bucking a little. I wasn’t alarmed at first. After all, Melissa was an experienced horsewoman and she had the reins. But Bella was not responding to the reins nor to commands. She suddenly started galloping full speed down the mountain. We were on a narrow gravel road with large rocks lining one side and a steep drop-off down the side of the mountain on the other.

By now the buggy was bearing down on Bella as she kept galloping faster and faster down the mountainside. She started rearing, then kicking the buggy. I could hear Gwen yelling behind us as she tried to keep up, “Rein her in!” I saw Melissa hand one rein to Leslie and now they were each using both hands to try to rein Bella in. But Bella was having none of it. I saw her hooves flash in front of my face as she continued kicking at the buggy. I drew back and realized she had kicked both of my buggy companions already.

We were careening down the gravel road now and the buggy itself was starting to fall apart from Bella kicking it. It was obvious this situation was not going to end well. I felt terrified and totally helpless. At least Melissa and Leslie were doing something even if it wasn’t working. I wanted to take action but I had no idea what to do. I moved into panic.

I wondered if we should take our chances and jump out of the buggy but that didn’t seem wise with all the big rocks along the road, or the possibility of tumbling down a jagged mountainside. Then I heard, “Call on your angels.” It wasn’t an external voice. It was an internal one.

So I said, “Angels, thank you so much for enfolding your wings around us and protecting us from further harm.” That’s when the miracle occurred. I suddenly felt totally peaceful and accepting of the situation and the outcome.

Now, we’re still flying down the mountain road and Bella is kicking the buggy apart and my friends are screaming and cursing (Leslie would later call it her F-it prayer which made us all laugh) and Gwen is galloping to catch up to us and I can hear her yelling too.

I’m totally still and perched on the buggy seat (there’s no longer a front board between us and Bella), hanging on for dear life, and somehow I know that everything is okay, that there is nothing I can do in this situation and that that’s okay too. As strange as it sounds, it may have been the most peaceful I’ve ever felt. Peaceful and certain. I was absolutely certain that no matter what happened, all was well. The thought did cross my mind that was an odd way to feel considering that it appeared we were heading for certain disaster, yet the feeling was so overpowering there was no way my mind could argue with it. I surrendered to the peace of God.

Next thing I know I’m flying through the air and I hear the internal voice again. “Hold your head up.” I do and then I hit the ground. I would have landed face down if I had not been given that instruction, and broken my glasses for sure and maybe worse.

I’m breathless and can’t speak because the wind has been knocked out of me but I can move gingerly so I look around to find my friends. All three of us had been thrown out and landed close together in a six foot area on the roadside where there were no rocks. We’re covered in mud, Melissa’s glasses are broken and she and Leslie have obvious leg injuries but we’re all alive! Bella had broken free somehow and she was out of sight although we could still hear her galloping down the road.

Gwen came running up, checked us all out, got back on her horse and retrieved Bella, then went for a vehicle to pick us up. She took us back to the cabin where she pulled out a top notch first aid kit and attended to our wounds. We were hours away from a hospital. Gwen saw the entire accident and couldn’t believe that we were not hurt more badly or killed. The buggy was totaled but Bella was unharmed (we never knew what spooked her) and we suffered no broken bones. Later I would find out that I had dislocated my collarbone and bruised my liver but I was in absolutely no physical pain at the time.

I know the angels saved us from further harm. I recalled these lines from A Course in Miracles: W-Epilogue.6:6-8, “You do not walk alone. God’s angels hover near and all about. His Love surrounds you, and of this be sure: that I will never leave you comfortless.” I experienced the truth of these words that day.

Those moments of peaceful transcendence are priceless to me and I recognize the metaphor for our lives. When we let go and trust and allow ourselves to be at peace and know that all is well no matter the appearance, we thrive and grow and embody more fully who we really are. God’s Precious Child.

Thank you, Angels. Thank you, Brother Jesus. And thank you, God.

Tacey Reese is a Ministerial Candidate from Benton, Arkansas. Email .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)

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A Healing Prayer for Us

by Rev. Mike Atkins, O.M.C.

I want to give everything to God and restore awareness of the truth to my mind. No longer do I wish to engage my mind in pointless defense. Let me let go of all fear, recognizing that all God created is now and forever what He created It to be.

The Will of God does not change. The truth is eternal and all that exists. I give the future to God and trust in the truth, knowing that in His eternal perfection, nothing needs to be done. All things are complete and whole and at peace as one fully unified Creation for all eternity. There is nothing else. Fear has no purpose, for there are no plans to make, nor defense necessary at all. All I need do is forgive this false thought to restore my awareness of the Presence of Love.

God help me heal my mind. All I want is to be with You. I want to see You and hear You and know You because I only want to know the truth. There is nothing else I would hold in my mind. Only You do I embrace. You alone are true. You are my Love, and I am Yours. And so it is, and so we say amen.

Rev. Michael Atkins, O.M.C., is a Pathways of Light minister in Georgetown, TX. Email:mea35tx@hotmail.com

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