Whatever suffers is not part of me.
I have disowned the truth. Now let me be as faithful in disowning falsity. Whatever suffers is not part of me. What grieves is not myself. What is in pain is but illusion in my mind. What dies was never living in reality, and did but mock the truth about myself. Now I disown self-concepts and deceits and lies about the holy Son of God. Now am I ready to accept him back as God created him, and as he is.
Father, my ancient love for You returns, and lets me love Your Son again as well. Father, I am as you created me. Now is Your Love remembered, and my own. Now do I understand that they are one.
I indulged in self love today, beginning with a massage and reflexology treatment, and ending with Ceroc.
I had a long talk to a friend whose mother is refusing treatment for cancer. We explored the truth or otherwise of sickness and of pain. Although on an intellectual and spiritual level she can accept the illusionary nature of sickness, on an emotional level she’s very fearful for her mother, and the possibility of her death. How firmly has the illusion taken hold? How often do we need to hand it over to the Holy Spirit, to a power not caught up in the illusion? Every second, in my opinion.