lesson 190 – Pain? What pain? Its all in the head

‘I choose the joy of God instead of pain.’

Pain is a wrong perspective. When it is experienced in any form, it is proof of self-deception. It is not a fact at all. There is no form it takes that will not disappear if seen aright. For pain proclaims God cruel. How could it be real in any form? It witnesses to God the Father’s hatred of His Son, the sinfulness He sees in him, and His insane desire for revenge and death.

Pain is a sign illusions reign in place of truth. It is your thoughts alone that cause you pain. Nothing external to your mind can hurt or injure you in any way. No one but yourself affects you. There is nothing in the world that has the power to make you ill or sad, or weak or frail. But it is you who have the power to dominate all things you see my merely recognising what you are.

And would you deny a little corner of your mind its own inheritance, and keep it as a hospital for pain; a sickly place where living things must come at last to die? Pain is illusion; joy, reality. Pain is but sleep; joy is awakening. Pain is deception; joy alone is truth.

How did the Course know that I would be experiencing great pain at this point, that I’d have bought into an illusion on such a grand scale that even a feathery touch to my skin caused me to wince with excruciating pain?

The question I asked a friend today is this. ‘If I know all this already, how do I find myself back in the illusion, why can’t I stay out of it?’ She said ‘we’re human, you’re human, and sometimes you forget.’ She was so totally lacking in judgement that it made me see how much I’d been judging myself, and, finding myself wanting, had proceeded to punish myself for my shortcomings.

I decided to be kinder to myself, to stop the judgments, and so treated myself to a small gift and wandered through Piccadilly Arcade, one of my favourite places in the city centre. Yep, I’m going back to being nice to me.

I worked on my piece for the Herefordshire festival tonight and felt my spirits lift as I stepped into the creative energy. ‘More of this please!’ my soul called, and I’m listening.

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About predencia

Author of novels Dare to Love and Betrayed www.pennydixon.com poetry anthology Raw www.cymbalspublishing.co.uk and blogger www.writingcreativelywithspirit.com
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