Complete Release Through the Restoration of the Sonship from 905
My mind is on Hurricane Katrina. I read this morning that the levies which keep Lake Ponchetrain out of New Orleans have been breached. I feel the sadness of the people who love that city. I feel the grief of those who have left behind their homes and everything they own, and may never return to. I feel my son, Toby?s upset over losing his first real home away from his childhood home, and the school he loves.
As I begin to do this meditation, I realize that this whole drama was created as a fantasy. It is an extreme and vivid way to make the illusion feel real. How very special are the people involved in this. How special, separate and unique. How special is the situation, and how separate and unique it is; very different from what is happening to other people.
This kind of drama on such a big scale, makes it easy to see how specialness works. As I am reading the accounts of Hurricane Katrina, I notice that I am buying into the specialness of New Orleans as a target; making us so very special because of special circumstances. It becomes so big in my mind that I am not interested in what happens in Alabama or Mississippi. There is even a sense of competition; they lost fifty people, but wait until the water goes down and we count the dead in New Orleans. I bet the count will be even higher.
As I realize how this is happening to me and I am sure to many other people, too, I can see so clearly how we use our twisted fantasies to support our belief in specialness-to make it feel even more real to ourselves. I also notice that the bigger, and more dramatic the illusion, the harder it is to remember that it isn?t real.
As long as we treasure our specialness and continue to support it with our fantasies, these special circumstances will continue to develop within the illusion. We cannot have more favorable illusions, gentle, sweet and precious illusions without also having the more dramatic, frightening, and devastating illusions. We cannot keep any of our illusions without keeping all of them.
I am suddenly aware that I have been counting my lucky stars because I don?t live in New Orleans, and this isn?t happening to me. But it is; there is only one mind. They are me, this is happening to me; that is to me as I am truly, when I am not experiencing myself as separate. So, my relief at not being literally part of the experience of living thru a direct hit, reinforces my belief in separation. It happened to them-how sad; it didn?t happen to me-how lucky. But there are no differences in us. The Sonship is whole; we are one, and it happened to all of the Sonship. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say this illusion was created by all of the Sonship-we made it and it is our experience.
As I think of the people who were directly involved in this experience, I am tempted to feel sadness and sorrow. In fact, not to feel these things seems cold and callous. But in truth, I know that they are not suffering and devastated people. In truth, they are still loving extensions of God. They are still in God?s Mind. How could they be in harms way if they are in God?s Mind? They can be in danger only in our twisted fantasies. My part will be to remember for all the truth of who we are, rather than to join in the illusion of separateness and make it stronger in our mind.
I see myself embracing all of these people who are experiencing themselves as separate, suffering individuals. I see myself embracing the mayor of New Orleans whose heart is heavy as he sees his beloved city drowning under the waters of Lake Ponchatrain and feels the helplessness of not being able to stop it. I see myself bringing comfort and reassurance to all parts of the Sonship as I know for them that we are all one, and that we are all really safely at home in the loving embrace of our Father.
Our sick fantasies, no matter how real and devastating we make them, remain fantasies. Nothing has changed. I am part of All, and so are you. In my body and within my own story, I continue to offer refuge to those who see themselves as harmed, but my real work is in holding the truth for them, and for me. Holy Spirit, please support me in this work. Please keep the truth firmly in the forefront of my mind. Please do not let me become distracted by the illusion of pain and destruction we have made.
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