Nothing More I Need to Know

Nothing more I need to know: 

it's okay, more so, divenly in order - it's interesting to finally begin coming to terms with myself, almost like permission to accept the flaws I've always believed were curses that held be back from being truly loved. I thought I was broken. A mistake. And my internal dialog gave me all kinds of examples. There was a time though when I was innocent of all this, unknowing of my brokeness, perfectly held in the loving mind of God. 

and then I forgot.

or really, I was convinced otherwise by a world that glady told me of my flaws. I'm not sure why I believed the world over the love I felt from God. But I did, and for the longest time too. Even now, 61 years old and a lifetime of innerwork there's still more of a hint of old beliefs that haunt my mind. It's okay, those thoughts are almost always quickly forgiven.

here's the truth,

And God thinks otherwise. (ACIM, T-23.I.2:7)

there's nothing really to add to this, 

every thought turned against myself, all the beliefs inherited by a world designed to break me from the whole, convince me that I'm small, alone, and not worthy of love...

God thinks otherwise. (ACIM, T-23.I.2:7)

and there it is,

there's nothing more I need to know.

~

I love you, Eric

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Let The Children Heal

Let the children heal:

last week, on three occasions separated by days - the phrase "let the children heal" was presented to me from two different guest on my YouTube channel and once during a healing session. I have no idea what these synchincisitic words could mean, not yet at least, but they strike me with a sense of deep importance. 

let the children heal.

what I feel is an innocence that's been scarred over, a hushed child that's been hushed to the point of quiet exhaustion and is now afraid to even softly cry out. This is one child appearing in sequence, mostly a dream figure now, too frightened to appear real. During my healing session, eyes closed and resting safely, those words "let the children heal" echoed faintly through my consciousness and seemed to find this lost and lonely child. Here is a symbol of wounded innocence appearing in many forms and various ages, from infant to adolescent, and yet all sharing the common wound. 

I have no idea how to heal them.

but I'm ready, I think....to let them speak.

finally.

and maybe others will as well, a gathering of the wounded with soft intent to heal. It feels like that's what I'm supposed to do, providing a place where every voice is heard through the pain of their loneliness and despair. I'm not asked to be a healer...

just a presence.

the word "let' is the secret code.

and I can do that.

I can let the children heal.

finally.

~

I love you, Eric

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Here I Am

Here I am:

I love how after decades with A Course in Miracles that a phrase will still find me completely new and offer another way of seeing things. Lately it's been a few phrases from the Urtext, the original edited version of the Course that seem to seek me out exactly when I need to read them. 

Here I am, Lord.

those words were given to Bill Thetford as a grounding meditation, helping to gather a wandering mind and returning it back to center. They're not really a mantra, but more of an announcement of presence, a resetting to our original availability to God. 

it's no accident that these words have found me now.

there's been many nights when the darkness has felt been more than the absence of an external light. I've wandered to some fearful places lately, alone in the wilderness of a struggling mind. And yet this short prayer reminds me that, indeed, here I am, still available to receive God's presence exactly in the midst of these wild and fearful places. They're not offered as a way out, an escape route not yet at least. For me they're a beacon symbol - I don't make my way to God.

He finds me here.

right where I am now.

always.

this is a prayer of my availability, not God's. 

and once I remind myself of that....

I'm home.

~

I love you, Eric

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Addressing the Cause, Finally

Addressing the cause, finally:

the official diagnosis is a jaw disorder, TMJ, with some underlying issues yet to be determined but more specialist will examine and give their input soon. The initial treatment is more meditation, most of which I don't think I'll use do to a host of undesired side effects - also botox, which in a few days could offer some profound relief. Ultimately there's structural damage to my jaw that's affecting my neck and throat which triggers severe anxiety and disrupted sleep. There could be other issues at play as well and, hopefully, further test will show and treatment offered. 

however, this isn't really a health update. 

I appreciate the Dr.s I've seen, not just their professionalism and skill, but their compassion as well. Much medicine has been prescribed and even more suggested. They want me to feel better, and, obviously, that's my goal too. What strikes is that every symptom has been addressed but we haven't quite touched upon the cause and how addressing that we eventually be the only real solution.

a complete life example in brief.

so I won't get into metaphysics here, no explanation of single cause and seeming infinite effects. Life draws its own metaphors in detail. I'm living with effects, rearranging them, hopeful for relief. The cause, at least for now, is largely unaddressed. 

unhealed. 

eventually, every avenue of relief pursued and found temporary - the actually cause will become the main concern. Finally. It's a process I guess, and at 61, I'm mostly tired of these long pursuits. TMJ, the structural damage, underlying throat and neck distress, anxiety - their all effects. My financial concerns, a sense of loneliness, and low grade depression. Effects. 

I'm ready for God.

love.

 

connection.

truly so.

and through forgiveness...the only cause for every effect -

has finally been addressed.

~

I love you.

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Not Alone

Not Alone: 

If you knew Who walks beside you on the way that you have chosen, fear would be impossible. (ACIM, T-18.III.3:2)

mostly, I haven't known, or at least it seems I've forgotten for a very long time. But I'm starting to remember, finally, the fainsest stir of recall has begun to ease my heart. I'm not alone. This was actually a realization many years ago, with the A Course in Miracles still being therorical in so many ways. Yes, many great changes happened through my practice, the mind training focus is very powerful indeed. But the intimacy of this figure who walked beside me was still missing from my life. 

the last several years, age, loss, loneliness, these have all broken me open to an intimacy of presence that continuously astounds me. Most recently an extended stay of pain and anxiety have often brought me to my knees in despair, prayfel, desperate for comfort. 

and that first glimmer of intimacy has grown.

expanded past a memory.

an answered prayer.

A Course in Miracles isn't really a self-study program. It never was. Because all along there's been a steady presence that whispered guidance to heart and ear. The Course has taught me how to listen, opening me to an of true intimacy that has grown into the softest voice of continuous love. I'm not alone - and I know Who walks beside me now, easing my fear, easing my fear. 

I'm not alone.

none of us are.

~

I love you, Eric

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Each Encounter

When you meet anyone, remember it is a holy encounter. (ACIM, T-8.III.4:1)

indeed, and such a sacred way to navigate through life. There's no no need to retreat to a mountaintop or retire to monastery - our awakening is here, right in the messiness of the world, and most often standing right in front of us. A Course in Miracles reminds in the Manual for Teachers that there are no chance encounters, no accidents in salvation, and that every situation is an opportunity to bear witness to the reality of the Christ within. 

and the briefest moment will be enough.

my prayer for this morning:

may I recognize you today, my holiest of teachers, in whatever form that might be offered...and see through the thin display of our initial encounter. There is something deeper being given, an opportunity arranged for this very moment to be at hand. 

may we recognize each other.

finally.

smiling at who we truly are,

~

I love you, Eric

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Familiar

Familiar: 

this was to be my year with God, trusting in a deeper way than ever before - and it seems life immediately put this commitment to the test. Please note that I didn't say God tested my faith. There's no requirement that my trust be displayed through hardships. 

yet it can certainly feel that way.

for me it was financial hardship and health concerns, along with changing relationships. I took a creative and spiritual leap this year with my sole source of income being a small YouTube channel that's devoted to demonstrating A Course in Miracles in various and meaningful ways. It's different from many Course channels in that any teaching that takes place is more through presence than actually talking about it. I don't wish to lecture, but communicate and offer a display of kindness as often as able. 

yes, it's a strange way to earn a livelihood.

difficult right now.

but I'm fully committed.

health and relationships have shifted as well. These once reliable pillars of strength have caused me a great deal of stress this year. It's as if I'm being asked to no longer depend upon the familiar and to now step upon new ground, sacred, yet still a mystery. 

I don't always know if I'm up for this. 

if I'm strong enough.

I don't know.

and yet my steps continue, most often joyfully so - 

yes, a mystery.

frightening at times.

but I now sense a presence by my side, steady, and even more familiar than anything I've ever held dear before. There's love here. I mean right here, now, intimate and truly mine. I'm not really asked to trust, or at least not in the way I previously believed I was supposed to -

I'm only asked to continue walking.

one step at a time.

and be willing to recognize this presence even more.

that's it.

and so my year goes on.

~

I love you, Eric

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