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‘I am the holy Son of God Himself.’

Here is your declaration of release from bondage of the world. And here as well is the world released. You do not see what you have done by giving to the world the role of jailer to the Son of God. What could it be but vicious and afraid, fearful of shadows, punitive and wild, lacking all reason, blind, insane with hate.

You who perceive yourself as weak and frail, with futile hopes and devastated dreams, born but to die, to weep and suffer pain, hear this: All power is given unto you in earth and Heaven. There is nothing that you cannot do. You play the game of death, of being helpless, pitiful tied to dissolution in a world which shows no mercy to you. Yet when you accord it mercy, will its mercy shine on you.

 Be glad today how very easily is hell undone. You need but tell yourself:

 I am the holy Son of God Himself. I cannot suffer, cannot be in pain; I cannot suffer loss, nor fail to do all that salvation asks.

The best way to avoid pain is to stop focusing on it. I reminded myself of that today and found other things to focus on. It must also be true of swellings too, I thought. So I stopped looking to see if the swelling, from which the pain has now disappeared, is going down. Stopped feeling its size. I fully expect that it will be gone soon, without any further attention from me.

I’m into being nice to myself big time. Went to the gym, felt so good afterwards I took part in a BBC Radio WM phone in on the benefits of going to the gym to actually work out instead of just using it as a social occasion.

I was, however, gutted that rehearsal for the Don Giovanni production got cancelled, as I was really looking forward to airing my piece. But it didn’t bring me down for long. Neither did the news from the publisher that Betrayed may not be ready in time for the Jamaican Independence celebrations. I guess that’s one thing this Son of God cannot do – get the publishers to move any quicker. LOL! And I don’t seem to be able to stop it raining.

‘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.

‘I feel the love of God within me now.’

There is a light in you the world can not perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world. Yet you have eyes to see it. This light is a reflection of the thought we practice now. To feel the love of God within you is to see the world anew, shining in innocence, alive with hope, and blessed with perfect charity and love.

Who could feel fear in such a world as this? It welcomes you, rejoices that you came, and sings your praises as it keeps you safe from every form of danger and of pain. It offers you a warm and gentle home in which to stay a while. It blesses you throughout the day, and watches through the night as silent guardian of your holy sleep.

This is the world the Love of God reveals. It is so different from the world you see through darkened eyes of malice and of fear, that one belies the other. What would you see? The choice is given you. But learn, and do not let your mind forget this law of seeing: you look upon that which you see within.

It’s Sunday, and it’s another April-like day of sunshine and showers – in July. After the 3 hours outside Maplin’s last week I decided to have an easy Sunday of rest, meditation, and laughter. I reminded myself that the hectic world I’ve been experiencing is coming from an unsettled inner world. It was good to slow the pace right down. So I watched six episodes of the BBC comedy series EPISODES.

I also needed to remind myself that I cannot take responsibility for anyone else’s feelings or progress in life. I recognise when I’m doing this as it manifests as pain, and pain = guilt according to Louise Hay. I’ve found it challenging not to feel responsible for someone who has been making a concerted effort to hold me responsible for the hurt he feels in his life.

Today I focused on the future and resisted the temptation to over analyze the past. I was determined to remember the law of seeing – I look upon that which I see within. The future is very exciting, full of love and light.

The peace of God is shining in me now.’

Why wait for Heaven. Those who seek the light are merely covering their eyes. The light is in them now. Enlightenment is but a recognition, not a change at all. Light is not of the world, yet you who bear the light in you are alien here as well. The light came with you from your native home, and stayed with you because it is your own. It is the only thing you bring with you from Him Who is your Source. It shines in you because it lights your home, and leads you back to where it came from and you are at home.

The peace of God is shining in you now, and from your heart extends around the world. The peace of God can never be contained. Who recognises it within himself must give it. And the means for giving it are in his understanding. He forgives because he recognises the truth in him. The peace of God is shining in you now, and in all living things.

For it is we who make the world as we would have it.

The peace of God is shining in me now.
Let all things shine upon me in that peace.
And let me bless them with the light in me.

There seem to be a relentless drive to implant the idea that we are the creators of our world. I looked around today and wondered how on Earth I created some of the crap that I’m experiencing at the moment; the doubts, the fears, the uncertainties. How did all this creep back in to my life? I’m trying hard to focus only on what I want and therefore create more of that, but my mind keeps wandering back to the things I mistakenly created.

Yet, let me not be too maudlin. Let me take credit for some fantastic things that are also happening. I think the issue for me is how to stay focused enough on the positives so as not to create any of the negative stuff. Is that possible? I guess it will be when I can truly accept that I am not a mind and body. When I can accept that I am pure Consciousness and therefore pure light, then anything and everything is possible.

We had Jan Watts,Birmingham’s 2011-2012 poet laureate visit us at our Writer’s Without Borders meeting to talk to us about writing humorous poems and to share some of her own with us. I made a pledge today to try and write more humorous stuff, maybe that will bring a little more laughter into my life.

‘I bless the world because I bless myself.’

No one can give unless he has. In fact giving is proof of having. We have made this point before. What seems to make it hard to credit is not this. No one can doubt that you must first possess what you would give. It is the second phase on which the world and true perception differ. Having had and given, then the world asserts that you have lost what you possessed. The truth maintains that giving will increase what you possess.

Ideas must first belong to you, before you give them. If you are to save the world, you must first accept salvation for yourself. But you will not believe that this is done until you see the miracles it brings to everyone you look upon. Protect all things you value by the act of giving them away and you are sure that you will never lose them.

Give gladly. You can only gain thereby. Never forget you give but to yourself.

I was finally inspired to write the second part of the poem for Don Giovanni today. Faced with no major commitment till4 p.m.and rain outside (will we ever get more than a day of sun at a time) I stayed in bed and mined a creative streak. Although it needs a little more refining I’m quite pleased with it. Writing in bed is one of my favourite things, and I feel very blessed that I was able to do it.

I met with the film cast (or at least most of them) for a drink and a meet and greet at the Hare and Hounds in Kings Heath. Suddenly it feels like things are upon me, and if I’m really honest, I didn’t think much about the lesson today.

‘Salvation of the world depends on me.’

Here is the statement that will one day take all arrogance away from every mind. Here is the thought of true humility, which holds no function as your own but that which has been given you. It offers your acceptance of a part assigned to you, without insisting on another role. It does not judge your proper role. It but acknowledges the Will of God is done on earth as well as in Heaven. It unites all wills on earth in Heaven’s plan to save the world, restoring it to Heaven’s peace.

Let us not fight our function. We did not establish it. It is not our idea. The means are given us by which it will be perfectly accomplished. All that we are asked to do is accept our part in genuine humility, and not deny with self-deceiving arrogance that we are worthy. What is given us to do, we have the strength to do. Our minds are suited perfectly to take the part assigned to us by the One Who knows us well.

A cancelled coaching session today gave me extra time to meditate on the fact that the salvation of the world depends on me. It’s not such a scary thought second (or is it third) time round.

The bit that stayed with me throughout the day is ‘what is given us to do, we have the strength to do.’ In among some moments of elation with the things that are going really well in my life, were others of despondency at the ones that threaten to overwhelm. In those moments I questioned out loud my role as the world’s saviour, but quickly reminded me that I have the strength to do it.

I was looking forward to discussing the lesson at the study group tonight, but had forgotten that we had a film night. The idea was to watch something quite uplifting, but the film chosen was ‘The Soloist’ which left me feeling quite flat. The story of a journalist rescuing a brilliant cellist with schizophrenia from street life could have been told in half the time. I didn’t really want to project myself into the world created where 90,000 people live on the streets of Los Angles. 

Is that world even real? If I didn’t believe it would it still exist? I’m trying hard to keep myself positive, to see only the things I want to see and not project lack and pain and the madness that comes from identifying with the body. I’m focusing on love and peace and strength.

‘I want the peace of God.’

To say these words is nothing. But to mean these words is everything. If you can but mean them for just an instant, there would be no further sorrow possible for you in any form; in any place or time. Heaven would be completely given back to full awareness, memory of God entirely restored, the resurrection of all creation fully recognised.

No one can mean these words and not be healed. But few indeed have meant them. The world would be completely changed, should any two agree these words express the only thing they want.

Two minds with one intent become so strong that what they will becomes the Will of God. For minds can only join in truth.

I sooooo needed this lesson today. For whatever reason, since coming back from holiday I seem to have lost my peace. So many things to attend to, so many things that appears to be going wrong. And the more I try to regain my peace the further it seems to slip away. Much of this has to do with watching someone else experiencing emotional pain and not being able to help them out of it. Then feeling guilty and creating physical pain for myself. Why do I slide back into this place of fear this far into the course? Even though I know I’m creating this, I don’t seem able to stop it.

Yes, there are moments of peace, but the moments of guilt and closed-heartedness are longer. The other thing that’s helped today in addition to repeating today’s idea was repeating ‘in my defencelessness my safety lies’, from a previous lesson, until I felt a modicum of calm.

‘I call upon God’s Name and on my own.’

God’s name is holy, but no holier than yours. To call upon His Name is but to call upon your own. A father gives his son his name, and thus identifies the son with him. His brothers share his name, and thus they are united in a bond to which they turn for their identity. Your Father’s Name reminds you who you are, even within a world that does not know; even though you have not remembered it.

Repeat God’s Name, and you acknowledge him as sole Creator of reality. And you acknowledge also that His Son is part of Him, creating in His name.

I went for a run after reading this lesson, and, as my mp3 player is broken, was forced to find that stillness recommended from yesterday’s lesson. In that space I grappled with the fact that I am the same as God, that there is nothing in my life, nothing that I see, hear, touch, taste, smell and experience in every other way, that I did not create.

It make me look at all my relationships, the ones I’ve deemed successful and the ones I’ve perceived as failures. I was able to see how I’ve created all of them to help me experience the things I’m in this body to experience.

The holographic nature of the world I move around in stays with me. The game like quality of this physical world leads me to see all the people in my life as avatars that I have created. To this one I gave these qualities, so that I could learn from them certain lessons. When I’d learned the lessons I created another avatar with different qualities, and so on. I therefore cannot blame anyone for anything. If they moved me to anger, its because I wanted the experience of anger. The same goes for disappointment, resentment, anguish, loss and all the other fear-driven negative emotions I have or continue to experience.

These lessons, and the David Icke book Remember, Remember, Remember, where and who you are, are constant reminders that if the car is the world, I am the driver, I can take the car where I want it to go, its not the other way round. Now here’s the BIG thing. THIS IS A MASSIVE RESPONSIBILITY. Interesting too that all prayers to God, becomes prayers to myself. I tested it out with my daily prayer; the bold version is me as God, as co-creator.

Dear God, I give you this morning
Dear Predencia, I give you this morning

Please take away my despair of yesterday
Take away your despair of yesterday

Help me to forgive the things that caused me pain and would keep me bound
Forgive yourself the things that caused you pain and would keep you bound

Help me to begin again
Begin again

Please bless my path and illuminate my mind
Bless your path and illuminate your mind

I surrender to you the day ahead
Surrender to the day ahead

Please bless every person and situation I will encounter
Bless every person and situation you encounter

Make me who you would have me be, that I might do as you would have me do
Be who you are, and do as you will

Please enter my heart and remove all anger fear and pain
Remove all anger, fear and pain from your heart

Renew my soul, and free my spirit
Renew your soul, free your spirit

Thank you God for this day
Thank yourself for this day

I am blown away with the enormity of it. This could be a very challenging way to live.

‘I will be still an instant and go home.’

This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting you, as if there were a place that called you to return, although you do not recognise the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainly you are an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again.

When you are still an instant, when the world recedes from you, when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then will you hear His Voice. So poignantly He calls to you that you will not resist Him longer. In that instant He will take you to His home, and you will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that you are at home.

The stillness recommended by today’s lesson was in short supply as I stood outside Maplin in the city centre for three hours to fill twenty five questionnaires. Yesterday only four people refused to engage with me. Today at least fifteen people were too busy, even before they heard what I was asking of them. I have always been sympathetic to market researchers, and will be even more so after this experience.

I interviewed a couple of men who certainly looked and sounded as if they knew this was not their real home. Yes, I often have the feeling (still) of not ‘fitting’ here, and I am trying to hear the Voice more often and to return to my real home.