Lesson 163

There is no death. The Son of God is free.

Death is a thought that takes on many forms, often unrecognized. It may appear as 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.

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.

All things but death are seen to be unsure, too quickly lost however hard to gain, uncertain in their outcome, apt to fail the hopes they once engendered, and to leave the taste of dust and ashes in their wake, in place of aspirations and of dreams. But death is counted on. For it will come with certain footsteps when the time has come for its arrival. It will never fail to take all life as hostage to itself.

Would you bow down to idols such as this? Here is the strength and might of God Himself perceived within an idol made of dust. Here is the opposite of God proclaimed as lord of all creation, stronger than God’s Will for life, the endlessness of love and Heaven’s perfect, changeless constancy. Here is the Will of Father and of Son defeated finally, and laid to rest beneath the headstone death has placed upon the body of the holy Son of God.

Unholy in defeat, he has become what death would have him be. His epitaph, which death itself has written, gives no name to him, for he has passed to dust. It says but this: “Here lies a witness God is dead.” And this it writes again and still again, while all the while its worshippers agree, and kneeling down with foreheads to the ground, they whisper fearfully that it is so.

It is impossible to worship death in any form, and still select a few you would not cherish and would yet avoid, while still believing in the rest. For death is total. Either all things die, or else they live and cannot die. No compromise is possible. For here again we see an obvious position, which we must accept if we be sane; what contradicts one thought entirely can not be true, unless its opposite is proven false.

The idea of the death of God is so preposterous that even the insane have difficulty in believing it. For it implies that God was once alive and somehow perished; killed, apparently, by those who did not want Him to survive. Their stronger will could triumph over His, and so eternal life gave way to death. And with the Father died the Son as well.

Death’s worshippers may be afraid. And yet, can thoughts like these be fearful? If they saw that it is only this which they believe, they would be instantly released. And you will show them this today. 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.

Our Father, bless our eyes today. We are Your messengers, and we would look upon the glorious reflection of Your Love which shines in everything. We live and move in You alone. We are not separate from Your eternal life. There is no death, for death is not Your Will. And we abide where You have placed us, in the life we share with You and with all living things, to be like You and part of You forever. We accept Your Thoughts as ours, and our will is one with Yours eternally. Amen.



To the ego my death is the ultimate proof that it is real and God is not. It is the triumph over Life, and proof of its existence. Every negative feeling and thought is a small death, so every thought of judgment, anger, fear or guilt is proof that ego lives and God doesn’t. That I believe in death does not make it true. The body can only seem to die, but how could it since it has never lived?

Through the study of Manual for Teachers I have been given clarity about death. What I understand now (and this is something I feel to my core) is that Jesus meant what he said; there is no death. How can death exist if God does? It is not possible. God is Life, God is Love, and it is not possible that God could have an opposite.

The belief in an opposite of God is the ego at its essence and the ego is not real. It is the belief in the ego that we are here to undo. I will not be distracted by the imagined effects that we think of as our world and our life. The truth lies just beneath that, and the truth is, death has never occurred.

It’s funny because for such a long time I just could not grasp that death is not real. I would say that, yes, some part of me lived, but some part of me died with the body. I would try to hold onto the idea that there is no death, but I lived in dread of it in spite of my professed beliefs. Now that has all changed. I see that there is no death and I wonder how I didn’t see it before.

I think that I understand the reason it was so hard to accept that death is not real. It is because so many of us believe in death and cherish death as an escape, and the mind is so firmly rooted in this idea of death. This is why it is hard to pull away from the belief. But once accepted, it seems so apparent that I laugh that I ever believed in it.

Death of the story is the only thing that is happening and I am not my story. I just continue on and pick up another story or the same story and watch that until the belief in death pulls me back into its embrace. So not even the story dies, really, just this viewing of the story. The after life is not a solution, it is just more illusion, a way station where we make a choice for another story. We do not die, we simply change form, and if we have not made a clear choice for life, we fall back into another dream story.

There is no salvation in death. It is here, watching our story and making our choices that we have the chance to choose life. Each time we choose anger or fear or guilt, sadness or grief, sickness or suffering of any kind, we have chosen death. We do this over and over until we seek escape through what we hope is the final choice for death, and end the story through sickness or an accident or old age. But we accomplish nothing because death is nothing, and does nothing.

The solution to this endless cycle of choosing between forms of death is simple. Here is an example. One week I spent the week working very hard to catch up at work. I was working outside and the heat was oppressive. It had been very stressful that week and the hard work in the first days of a long hot summer to come, just wore me out. I woke up one morning feeling depressed at the thought of the months to come with more of the same.

But, though I felt these emotions, I also have practiced A Course in Miracles for a long time. I have accepted many of the principles, including the understanding of death. I recognized my emotions as the belief in death and I knew this was not what I want to believe anymore. I accepted responsibility for my story. I asked myself a question that has become so familiar to me as to be a mantra that I live by.

The question I asked myself was this. “Myron, whose story is this? Who writes the script?” Lesson 152 assures me that I am fully responsible for my world and that it represents my every wish. With that thought came a certain peace. I did it; I can undo it. The ego mind pulled me back into the story of my victimhood and for a moment I felt hopeless before the inevitable.

I wanted to beg for release, ask for a miracle. But I understand that this kind of death thinking is not the solution. I was saying that I am a victim of a cruel world and I need help getting out of this situation. The world is not the cause, and the story is not the cause. They are the effect. The solution does not lie in fixing the effect. I had to step away from my enthrallment with the story. With this thought, I had some small clarity.

I surrendered my desire to fix the story. I surrendered my desire to be a victim and to be saved from my own choices. I told the Holy Spirit that I don’t know how to un-believe what I have believed, but I know that I am wrong, that I am making a sick world with my sick thoughts and I want to be healed. I surrendered to His healing power. The ego kept trying to pull me back into the story, insisting something had to change. But I had reached the tipping point and it was over for the ego, at least in this situation.

This is the way I choose life. I choose life over death one dark thought at a time. I do this as long as I need to until I finally accept life and never look back. While all this was going on it felt deadly serious. Once I accepted the Atonement in that situation, it all fell away so completely that I was left vaguely confused about what the fuss had been about. It feels good to be at peace again.

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rosemarie tropf · June 11, 2016 at 8:53 am

Myron said, “Whose story is this? Who writes the script!” Those are life giving words! That IS the question to ask myself no matter what the drama is. This lesson pulls no punches. All our drama, all the scripts we have written are confirmations of death because they all say that I believe I am a body and this dream is the truth. Every drama has a truth that I am overlooking because every drama has some form of un-forgiveness in it. I have an analogy about truth that I made up. And that is everything is light and if I don’t see that halo of light around it then I am seeing darkness. Like seeing the light of Christ within another. Or seeing the light of God in animals or objects. One time in the 60’s when I was stoned I saw that halo around everything. It scared me then but that halo was so alive, so full of life, dancing with loving energy. I knew that energy was true but I didn’t know what it was and it scared me. Sometimes now I see halo’s around people, animals and objects and it reminds me of that experience in the 60’s. If I get caught up in my drama then I am writing a script that stops me from seeing the halo of energy that is the quantum/God energy that is there and that includes the quantum God energy that is me. How could THAT die? It can transform, it can morph but it cannot die. I also think resisting my drama is not the way either. So of course, the answer is….ask Holy Spirit because I do not know what anything means and Holy Spirit does. I feel that Holy Spirit sees that whole energy field and Holy Spirit knows the energy of drama patterns and the energy of truth patterns so She can sort them out but I cannot because I do not have a birds eye view. I am grateful for this lesson and I am grateful to Holy Spirit and I am grateful to Myron. Who IS writing my script? good question ay?

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