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Truth answers every call we make to God,
Responding first with miracles, and then
Returning unto us to be itself.

Forgiveness, truth’s reflection, tells me how to offer miracles, and thus escape the prison house in which I think I live. Your holy Son is pointed out to me, first in my brother; then in me. Your Voice instructs me patiently to hear Your Word, and give as I receive. And as I look upon Your Son today, I hear Your Voice instructing me to fine the way to You, as You appointed that the way shall be.

Behold his sinlessness, and be healed.

There is so much craziness going on out there today. It’s not like we don’t know years in advance that Christmas is on the 25th of December. Why, oh why, do so many people leave their shopping till the last minute?

I’m having a quiet and contemplative one this year. It’s been interesting watching the mayhem. It’s also been sad to see all the people who got flooded, and the disappointment of not being able to realise their plans.

I dreamed last night that my car was driving itself – with me running behind or alongside it. Then it just drove off by itself. Any ideas what it might mean?

Sickness is but another name for sin.
Healing is but another name for God.
The miracle is thus a call to Him.

Father, You promised you would never fail to answer any call your Son might make to You. It does not matter where he is, what seems to be his problem, not what he believes he has become. He is your Son, and You will answer him. The miracle reflects You Love, and thus it answers him. Your Name replaces every thought of sin, and who is sinless cannot suffer pain. Your Name is but to call his own.

I allowed myself the luxury of a lie in today, basking in the warm glow of completion. I cleared away the flip charts on which all the characters were sketched, and attended to a pile of unopened post.

I felt a twitch of pain in my ankle before reading this lesson, and meditated on what sin I was heaping on myself to be the cause. Amazingly once I found the source and meditated on it, the pain went.

I spent much of the day attending to Christmas, wrapping presents, writing cards, catching up on correspondence, and resisting the temptation to start another book. The one I plan to begin in January. I must be strong and give myself a complete break.

There is no end to all the peace and joy,
And all the miracles that I will give,
When I accept God’s Word. Why not today?

Why should I wait, my Father, for the joy You promised me? For You will keep Your Word You gave your Son in exile. I am sure my treasure waits for me, and I need but reach out my hand to find it. Even now my fingers touch it. It is very close. I need not wait an instant more to be at peace forever. It is You I choose, and my Identity along with You. Your Son would be Himself, and know You as his Father and Creator and his Love.

The baby (book) had its first showing today. Handed it over to the first reader, and emailed it to another. It was an amazing feeling. I picked up a bottle of bubbly on the way home and had a proper celebration.

I’ve learned something about myself – with structure around my purpose, a clear brief, and connection to the creative source energy I can create very quickly.

I love these lessons which are so affirmative. Managed to pick up a few presents at the German market before it became a shoulder to shoulder experience. All sweet stuff like stollen, marzipan, biscuits, chocolates. (I don’t think I few of them may well be staying with me)

We stand together, Christ and I, in peace
And certainty of purpose. And in Him
In His Creator, as He is in me.

 
My oneness with the Christ establishes me as Your Son, beyond the reach of time, and wholly free of every law but Yours. I have no self except the Christ in me. I have no purpose but His Own. And He is like His Father. Thus must I be one with You as well as Him. For who is Christ except Your Son as You created Him? And what am I except the Christ in me?

 
YEY! It’s done! Took till 1.30 a.m. but I did it, and printed it off before crawling into bed at 2 a.m. However, was on too much of a mental high to sleep. It really does feel like giving birth when I physically hold the book, something created that was not here before. I actually like my baby – hope others well too. I ended up watching the final episode of Last Tango in Halifax on iplayer. I’ll hand it over to my first reader tomorrow.

 
It was the last ACIM group meeting tonight. I found it at a time when I needed it most and it, and the course helped to anchor me in what has been a blustery year. Another night of ‘treats’. I’m going to need a few sessions of the gym before the year’s out.

My eyes, my tongue, my hands, my feet today
Have but one purpose; to be given Christ
To use to bless the world with miracles.
Father, I give all that is mine today to Christ, to use in any way that best will serve the purpose that I share with him. Nothing is mine alone, for He and I have joined in purpose. Thus has learning come almost to its appointed end. A while I work with Him to serve His purpose. Then I lose myself in my Identity, and recognise that Christ is but my Self.

 
Wow! I can’t believe that I’m still editing! I’m making a statement now. It will be done by the end of tomorrow because one of my readers needs it. I hope my visit back to Ceroc tonight’s triggered some playful creative energy that will help to speed me up to completion. Took a friend and got a free pass. May use it for the freestyle night on Saturday.

Judgement and love are opposites. From one
Comes all the sorrows of the world. But from
The other comes the peace of God Himself.

Forgiveness looks on sinlessness alone, and judges not. Through this I come to You. Judgement will bind my eyes and make me blind. Yet love, reflected in forgiveness here, reminds me you have given me a way to find Your peace again. I am redeemed when I elect to follow in this way. You have not left me comfortless. I have within me both the memory of You, and One who leads me to it. Father, I would hear Your Voice and find Your peace today. For I would love my own Identity, and find in It the memory of You.

The editing got seriously underway today. All stories are edited, and now all that’s left is the tweaking. Fingers crossed I’ll be able to send it out to readers tomorrow. What JOY that would be.

I went for an early morning walk and encountered the most glorious sun.

What am I? (Reading)

I am God’s Son, complete and healed and whole, shining in the reflection of His Love. In me is His creation sanctified and guaranteed eternal life. In me is love perfected, fear impossible, and joy established without opposite. I am the holy home of God Himself. I am the Heaven where His Love resides. I am His holy Sinlessness Itself, for in my purity abides His Own.

Our use for words is almost over now. Yet in the final days of this one year we gave to God together, you and I, we found a single purpose that we shared. And thus you joined with me, so what I am you are as well. The truth of what we are is not for words to speak of nor describe. Yet we can realise our function here, and words can speak of this and teach it, too, if we exemplify the words in us.

We are the bringers of salvation. Our are the eyes through which Christ’s vision sees the world redeemed from every thought of sin. We are the holy messengers of God who speaks for him and carry his words to everyone whom he has sent to us, we learn that it is written in our hearts.

Lesson 351 (Lesson)

My sinless brother is my guide to peace.
My sinful brother is my guide to pain.
And which I choose to see I will behold.

Who is my brother but Your holy Son? And if I see him sinful I proclaim myself a sinner, not a Son of God; alone and friendless in a fearful world. Yet this perception is a choice I make, and can relinquish. I can also see my brother sinless, as Your holy Son. And with this choice I see my sinlessness, my everlasting Comforter and Friend beside me, and my way secure and clear. Choose, then, for me, Father, through Your Voice. For He alone gives judgement in your name.

Hard to believe we’re coming to the end of the course. This year feels as if it’s whizzed by. So, first day of this penultimate set of lessons finds me failing miserably to do any editing at all, but I did help to put up the Christmas tree. I went to my first circle sitting at ASH Centre and did my first ever one-to-one public reading. Scary but true. This was followed by Christmas treats – also met another erotic writer. She’s offered to show me how to publish directly on the web.

You know how satisfying it feels when you put a tick bedside something that’s been on your list for a long time, like almost a year? YES! I had one of those moments. My New Years list contained ‘re-connect with family abroad’ Last night I make one five phone calls. I’ll fit the rest in before the year is out. There, I’ve said it publicly now, so I’ll have to do it.