LESSON 163. There is no death. The Son of God is free.
Death is a thought that takes on many forms… sadness, fear, anxiety or doubt; as anger, faithlessness and lack of trust; concern for bodies, envy, and all forms in which the wish to be as you are not may come to tempt you.
All such thoughts are but reflections of the worshipping of death as savior and as giver of release.
My favorite retort as a teenager was, “I never asked to be born!”
I still feel this way sometimes but is it fair? Have the joys not outweighed the rest? Yet I’m still afraid of every future day and regret so much of the past.
I spent the 10 days holiday drinking upon waking, working on a personal project, and passing out in front of the tv before my husband. Is that life?
Embodiment of fear, the host of sin, god of the guilty and the lord of all illusions and deceptions, does the thought of death seem mighty. For it seems to hold all living things within its withered hand; all hopes and wishes in its blighting grasp; all goals perceived but in its sightless eyes. The frail, the helpless and the sick bow down before its image, thinking it alone is real, inevitable, worthy of their trust. For it alone will surely come.
And that’s the problem. I’m listening to the devil, not the angel.
in place of aspirations and of dreams. But death is counted on…It will never fail to take all life as hostage to itself.
Here is the opposite of God…
There is no death, and we renounce it now in every form, for their salvation and our own as well. God made not death. Whatever form it takes must therefore be illusion. This the stand we take today. And it is given us to look past death, and see the life beyond.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Too many thoughts racing about this and that and nothing really. And something I’ve heard a million times before finally made sense.
I thought of the brain and how these thoughts are just synapses firing. They’re not reality, just activity!
My husband always tells me that that your brain is trying to trick you. Convince you that thoughts that aren’t true are.
And he (and all those meditation books) are right!
I have always been in love with my thoughts. So much as to enjoy doing crystal meth because I always had new thoughts. Of course to be discarded the next day.
This is not being in love with reality. Loving reality is embracing everything here and now.
Me. You. This place. This weather. This life.
And this new year, I will try to not always reject, want more, but love this here and now. Not to reject others as I fear being rejected. To make the most of the beautiful life that we are all given.
Thank you lord.
I am grateful for being born.