EPILOGUE, P 3
3 Be not afraid. We only start again an ancient journey long ago begun that but seems new. We have begun again upon a road we travelled on before and lost our way a little while. And now we try again. Our new beginning has the certainty the journey lacked till now. Look up and see His Word among the stars, where He has set your Name along with His. Look up and find your certain destiny the world would hide but God would have you see.
This paragraph makes me wonder exactly what is meant. We start a journey… does this mean Holy Spirit and I? Jesus and I? My brothers and sisters and I? Have I imagined the life of Myron over and over or have I imagined many, many different lives? Perhaps I focus my attention on a story as often as I need to until I have learned the lesson within the story, then I move to another story for awhile. It feels as though it must be many stories but I don’t really know. I don’t even understand the concept of “I”.
I know that I am not Myron. I presume I have taken on the persona of other characters, but whether I have or not, I have left Myron behind in the ritual of death and awoken to my self, but it is still a separated self. Without the story of a body and the feeling of being that body, it must feel a bit more real, and not as confusing, I would think. Without the complete amnesia we experience when we “enter” the world (maybe immerse ourselves in that experience would describe it better) it must feel so much freer.
But if there is not a complete and permanent awakening, a total enlightenment such as occurred for Jesus, then the journey is not over and presumably rebirth is chosen so we can try again. This cannot be the “I” that I truly am, the real Self, because it is still not One. It must still be part of the dream. Letting go of the idea of animating a body for a while in the dream story does not end the dream.
And yet, I exist. I exist exactly as God created me. I exist in God, as part of God, and I exist as creator. I, at this moment exist. I continue to create as God creats. I have creations that know me and love me. Creation does not cease to exist simply because I am dreaming. Some part of mind has wondered off on an adventure and is being called back home. My focus seems to be on the part that is dreaming of this strange world of separation with its impossible possibilities.
Jesus tells us that the world is old and tired. We are beginning to realize that it is time to let go of the adventure, to return to our Self and that is what is happening. That is the reason this time the journey is going to have a different ending. This time we began the journey with a new certainty. We have seen past the world to the truth that has been kept perfectly safe for us.
It seems that we need to waken gently, allowing the memory to surface in its own way and in its own time. The death of the body does not awaken us; it does nothing but end a certain story, an experience of a certain body. But we will awaken, because we already have. We are one with Jesus and he has awakened, therefore so have we. Now we are only using time to accept what has happened. We are forgiving the dream and allowing it to end.