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I follow in the way appointed me.

I have a special place to fill, a role for me alone. Salvation waits until I take this part as what I choose to do. Until I make this choice, I am the slave of time and human destiny. But when I willingly and gladly go the way my Father’s plan appointed me to go, then will I recognise salvation is already here, already given all my brothers and already mine as well.

Father, your way is what I choose today, where it would lead me do I choose to go; what it would have me do I choose to do. Your way is certain, and the end secure. The memory of You awaits me there. And all my sorrows end in Your embrace, which You have promised to Your Son, who thought mistakenly that he had wandered from the sure protection of Your loving Arms.

A few days ago, in reply to ‘how are you generally?’ I wrote to a friend that sometimes I feel very lonely, but mostly I feel very excited about the new paths I’m discovering. Today in Walking in This World I read a quote by Lorraine Hansberry – ‘The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely. My answers come in the most unusual ways, but come they do.

The writing flowed rapidly and easily this morning, broken only by my need to research the church’s view on Yoga. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that only a couple of months ago, on 26 September a priest in Portsmouth withdrew permission for a Yoga teacher to hold classes in the church hall. Yoga is incompatible with Christian teachings he said, being from Hinduism. But this controversy is not new; it’s been around since at least 2006 and has supporters and dissenters from both religions.

Well, here’s a heads up – it will definitely feature in the new book, it was only a maybe before this morning’s research – now it’s a must.

There was a point this morning when I was in the full creative flow, music playing softly, room toasty warm, and ideas flooding out onto the page, when I thought – could anything on earth be better than this? And I couldn’t think of a single thing that gives me this feeling of divine connectedness. Well, maybe one other…

All gifts I give my brothers are my own.

As every gifts my brothers give is mine, so every gift I give belongs to me. Each one allows a past mistake to go, and leave no shadow on the holy mind my Father loves. His grace is given me in gift a brother has received throughout all time, and past all time as well. My treasure house is full, and angels watch its open doors that not one gift is lost, an only more are added. Let me come to where my treasures are, and enter in where I am truly welcome and at home, among the gifts that God has given me.

Father, I would accept Your gifts today. I do not recognise them. Yet I trust that You Who gave them will provide the means by which I can behold them, see their worth, and cherish only them as what I want.

More lessons in forgiveness – BIG TIME. At the heart of the forgiveness was letting go what I perceive the misdemeanour to be and not try to make the person feel guilty, i.e. leave no shadow on the holy mind my Father loves. I just had to keep reminding myself that whatever I gave to my brother I was giving to myself – did I want guilt? No then don’t give it. Send love instead to ensure that’s what you’ll receive.

Re the new book. The third story is complete and story number four is taking shape. Bliss. Nearly halfway there. It is looking decidedly possible by Christmas.

All gifts my brothers give belong to me.

Each day a thousand treasures come to me with every passing moment. I am blessed with gifts throughout the day, in values far beyond all things of which I can conceive. A brother smiles upon another, and my heart is gladdened. Someone speaks a word of gratitude or mercy, and my mind receives this gift and takes it as its own. And everyone who finds the way to God becomes my saviour, pointing out the way to me, and giving me his certainty that what he learned is surely mine as well.

I thank You, Father, for the many gifts that come to me today and every day from every Son of God. My brothers are unlimited in all their gifts to me. Now may I offer them my thankfulness, that gratitude to them may lead me on to my Creator and His memory.

The gift I received from one of my sons was the opportunity to do four machine loads of his washing. Cleaning, whether its clothes or carpets, is very therapeutic. It cleared space to write another 1500 words, compensation for not writing on Thursday.

Got the DVD of Caribbean Juices! It was such a good night!

I seek a future different from the past.

From new perception of the world there comes a future very different from the past. The future now is recognised as but extension of the present. Past mistakes can cast no shadows on it, so that fear has lost its idols and its images, and being formless, it has no effects. Death will not claim the future now, for life is now its goal, and all the needed means are happily provided. Who can grieve or suffer when the present has been freed, extending its security and peace into a quiet future filled with joy?

Father, we were mistaken in the past, and choose to use the present to be free. Now do we leave the future in Your Hands, leaving behind our past mistakes, and sure that You will keep Your present promises, and guide the future in their holy light.

My aunt, who was 100 last Christmas, was buried today. Her body is gone, but her spirit remains, infused once again into the melting pot that becomes our future. I did not grieve today, I was happy that she’s been freed from the decays of the body. Instead, I lived today to the full. Pushed myself beyond my usual limits at the gym, pampered my body in the spa areas, swam, and allowed the Jacuzzi jets to massage the soles of my feet, a bit like water reflexology.

Met my friend for a long awaited catch-up meal, and instead of taking me to the restaurant in Sutton as I was expecting, he drove to one of my favourite places, The Robin Hood in Droitwich. It was a lovely afternoon/evening and with food that gorgeous, it was just as well I went to the gym in the morning.

Now let a new perception come to me.

Father, there is a vision which beholds all things as sinless, so that fear has gone, and where it was is love invited in. And love will come wherever it is asked. This vision is Your gift. The eyes of Christ look on a world forgiven. In His sight are all its sins forgiven, for He sees no sin in anything He looks upon. Now let His true perception come to sin in anything He looks upon. Now let His true perception come to me, that I may waken from the dream of sin and look within upon my sinlessness, which You have kept completely undefiled upon the altar to Your holy Son, the Self with which I would identify.

Let us today behold each other in the sight of Christ. How beautiful we are! How holy and how loving! Brother, come and join with me today. We save the world when we have joined. For in our vision it becomes as holy as the light in us.

Struggled to get going after the marathon day yesterday. Had to go outside and do some deep breathing before starting work on the new book. An interesting thing I’ve noticed is that the characters don’t want to talk to me when I’m tired. They feed me a few disjointed words here and there until I’m fully awake, and then they let it flood out. I didn’t quite manage the 2000 words today (about 300 short) because I’d arranged to see a client for NLP which turned into a writing workshop. I’m always amazed at how these things pan out.

At the end of the second week of my new writing job I’ve written (including blogs about 24,000 words. That’s more than some books I’ve read.

I may do a bit more tomorrow to make up the word count and finish the third story. I am, however, very tired.

I see all things as I would have them be.

Perception follows judgment. Having judged, we therefore see what we would look upon. The sight can merely serve to offer us what we would have. It is impossible to overlook what we would see, and fail to see what we have chosen to behold. How surely, therefore, must the real world come to greet the holy sight of anyone who takes the Holy Spirits purpose as his goal for seeing. And he cannot fail to look upon what Christ would have him see, and share Christ’s Love for what he looks upon.

I have no purpose for today except to look upon a liberated world, set free from all the judgments I have made. Father, this is Your Will for me today, and therefore it must be my goal as well.

Driving to Manchester at 7.30 a.m. with the lesson in my head, I choose to see the bright sunshine bouncing off the bonnets of cars, streaking through trees, and slipping playfully in and out of the clouds, and not notice the cold wind that tried to snuggle under my jacket as I filled up with fuel for the journey.

Once there, I tried not to judge the state of my son’s house, but rather helped him and his housemates to understand the stifling effect dirt and mess can have on their creativity, and helped them clean it up. I believe it was much appreciated. The enormity of the physical cleansing and the academic planning was too great for the time I’d allowed. I need to go back again next week. Feel like I’ve signed up for a course at the university myself!

I heard today that one of my cousins died. My aunt is being buried on Saturday. Later heard of the birth of my friend’s son, the circle of life goes on.

Back in time to make it to ACIM group tonight. LONG DAY!!

I judge all things as I would have them be. (Lesson)

Judgment was made to be a weapon used against the truth. It separates what it is being use against, and sets it off as if it were things apart. And then it makes of it what you would have it be. It judges what it cannot understand, because it cannot see totality and therefore judges falsely. Let us not use it today, but make a gift of it to Him Who has a different use for it. He will relieve us of the agony of all the judgments we have made against ourselves, and re-establish peace of mind by giving us God’s Judgment of His Son.

Father, we wait with open mind today, to hear Your Judgment of the Son You love. We do not know him, and we cannot judge. And so we let Your Love decide what he whom You created as Your Son must be.

The reading from Walking in This World was all about how, as artists, we often get a glimpse of what our finished work could look like, and of what new technique we can try to achieve it. This sometimes frightens us, because it means doing something different, or doing something big when we’ve been used to working small.

Today I decided not to judge whatever came, to just let it flow. I think my characters are happiest when I do this. Met and surpassed my target today – needed to do extras because I’m going to Manchester tomorrow and may not have time to write.