Section 11. What is Creation?
Creation is the sum of all God’s Thoughts, in number infinite, and everywhere without all limit. Only love creates, and only like itself. There was no time when all that it created was not there. Nor will there be a time when anything that it created suffers any loss. Forever and forever are God’s Thoughts exactly as they were and as they are, unchanged through time and after time is done.
God’s Thoughts are given all the power that their own Creator has. For He would add to love by its extension. Thus His Son shares in creation, and must therefore share in power to create. What God has willed to be forever One will still be One when time is over; and will not be changed throughout the course of time, remaining as it was before the thought of time began.
Creation is the opposite of all illusions, for creation is the truth. Creation is the holy Son of God, for in creation is His Will complete in every aspect, making every part container of the whole. Its oneness is forever guaranteed inviolate; forever held within His holy Will, beyond all possibility of harm, of separation, imperfection and of any spot upon its sinlessness.
We are creation; we the Sons of God. We seem to be discrete, and unaware of our eternal unity with Him. Yet back of all our doubts, past all our fears, there still is certainty. For love remains with all its Thoughts, its sureness being theirs. God’s memory is in our holy minds, which know their oneness and their unity with their Creator. Let our function be only to let this memory return, only to let God’s Will be done on earth, only to be restored to sanity, and to be but as God created us.
Our Father calls to us. We hear His Voice, and we forgive creation in the Name of its Creator, Holiness Itself, Whose Holiness His Own creation shares; Whose Holiness is still a part of us.
I read what I wrote in the past and I was stunned by the message I received from the Holy Spirit. It was so far from anything that could have come from me at that time. I am newly humbled to have been a channel for His Voice when I was still so lost in the story.
Holy Spirit, I understand that I am being told that Creation is the extension of God and that it can never change or be changed. I read; “We are creation; we the Sons of God.” I notice a thrill of recognition. But I also notice a seed of doubt that quickly grows as I consider it. I ask myself what is more likely, that I am the Son of God with all the power and creative force of God, or that I am simply Myron, alone and limited and fragile, and daily coming closer to the end of my pitiful life? The ego thought of separation in my mind makes me want to curl up in the corner and hide from the thought of holiness.
Holy Spirit: Holy Son of God, turn your face from the lies of ego. It tells sad and frightening stories to scare the child it dreamed. You are so afraid of opening your heart to your loving Father because you feel as if you swim in a lake of guilt; guilt so deep and so thick it will hold you forever bound in its dark and awful depths. These dreams of fear are the source for all the thousands of stories you have lived.
Each story tells you that you are unworthy and guilty and doomed. Even your happy stories are often based on someone else’s loss. The best story you have ever made is laced with dread that it will soon end. Why would the perfect Son of a perfect God live in fear and dread of his own power? Why would he embrace guilt with such fearsome determination?
Holy One, put away your toys of self-destruction. Take up, instead, the hand of your brother and come to Me, for your guilt is unfounded, your fear an illusion. Your Father smiles with gentle tenderness at your playful efforts to create outside your own nature. God is your loving Father, not an angry judge.
I assure you that you have come to the truth because you recognize the truth. You hear it and you feel the answering call from deep within your holy mind. Do not look at the flimsy excuse for proof of failure and punishment the ego offers. Just pull your eyes from its insane stories and know that only God is true. You can play at being less, but you cannot do anything in your play that would make you less than you were created. Only your thoughts condemn you; God but loves you.
My resistance to this incredible and incredibly beautiful lesson has changed. My resistance is weaker and no longer frightening to me.
I am now thinking of God’s creations (all of His Thoughts) as holographic in nature. It is how they are all the same. Every aspect holds all of creation and all of the Creator within it. I wonder if that is close to the truth.
Jesus says, “Let our function be only to let this memory return, only to let God’s Will be done on earth, only to be restored to sanity, and to be but as God created us.” The word that stood out for me this morning is “only.” Let this be my only function. I see that I have not done this. Lately, especially, I have allowed the story to distract me from my function. I hear the ego’s voice warning me that I have to care about this story, at least some aspects of it.
When I think of certain elements of my story and think they are not real and so not a real concern, I want to cry. That is the fear that the story represents, fear of loss and lack, fear for my special relationships, fear that the truth is not true. This is how the ego keeps the story going, by making the story feel more important than waking up from the story. What I remember this morning is that I came to save the world, not to save the story.
Holy Spirit, I know I sound desperate when I ask for your help to remember my purpose, but that is only because I still feel a strong draw toward the story, and I scare myself with that feeling. But I do want to live my purpose and know that the story is simply a representative fabrication of the beliefs in my mind. I can live the belief that I am a separate body with some very real and frightening problems, or I can live the belief that I am of the Sons of God and am here to awaken the world. Both are in my mind; please help me today as I choose to remember my purpose.
As I read this beautiful lesson I want to cry. I am particularly touched by that one sentence, “We are creation; we the Sons of God.” This is the absolute truth. I feel it resonate all through me. I know my purpose and I live my purpose. Even when I get sucked into a story, it is only momentary. My gratitude is boundless.