Eternal holiness abides in me.
My holiness is far beyond my own ability to understand or know. Yet God, my Father, who created it, acknowledges my holiness as His. Our Will, together, understands it. And Our Will, together, knows that it is so.
Father, my holiness is not of me. It is not mine to be destroyed by sin. It is not mine to suffer from attack. Illusions can obscure it, but can not put out its radiance, nor dim its light. It stands forever perfect and untouched. In it are all things healed, for they remain as You created them. And I can know my holiness. For Holiness Itself created me, and I can know my Source because it is Your Will that You be known.
I started to read Story today, perplexed as I am by its arrival; I think it must be for a reason. Could it be that I am to write film scripts, or do I need the book to guide me to how to tell a good story.
I worked with a client today where we explored the depth of our inner being, that part of us that knows what was, what is, and what will be, our spirit – we looked at the how the small and insignificant ego can persuade us that it is bigger than our spirit, how it can be so desperate for its life that it will whisper all kinds of ‘stuff’ to us that can make us doubt the essence of who we are. And how our spirit need do nothing, because it is changeless, sure of itself and is always there. Our only job is to remember to connect with it.
So, as I read Story, I feel a tingle – a truth tingle. Either I’m to write film scripts – or write novels in a way that makes them easily translated for the screen. I am very, very, excited. I’ll be watching at least one film a week now, part of my resolution for relaxation, but may well serve other purposes now.
I am still amazed by the autumn colours.