I can attack but my own sinlessness,
And it is only that which keeps me safe.
Father, Your Son is holy. I am he on whom You smile in love and tenderness so dear and deep and still the universe smiles back on You, and shares Your Holiness. How pure, how safe, how holy, then, are we, abiding in Your Smile, with all Your Love bestowed upon us, living one with You, in brotherhood and Fatherhood complete; in sinlessness so perfect that the Lord of Sinlessness conceives us as His Son, a universe of Thought completing Him.
Let us not, then, attack our sinlessness, for it contains the Word of God to us. And in its kind reflection we are saved.
I think that I am attacking my brother (which I obviously think he deserves) and in truth I am only attacking my own sinlessness and so guaranteeing my own imprisonment in suffering. Crazy stuff this projection business. Of course I am attacking myself, as there is only one of us. As I attack my brother I am teaching myself that I deserve attack. And once again I am enmeshed in a web of ego deceit. But I did it to myself and this realization is my salvation. If I did it, I can change my mind.
My brother is myself. This is the thought that I keep losing sight of. I have done an excellent job of convincing myself that we are separate and that we have separate goals and only one of us is going to win. I have made an enemy of my self through this crazy ego thinking. In truth, there is only one Christ, which is us. Christ had the thought, what would not-God look like, and He fell asleep and dreamed He was many. Myron is one of the many He dreams, but I am not Myron, I am Christ, along with you.
Lately, I have been noticing the many little things people do in the course of the day that is a subtle attack on their brother. For instance, shopping in a store I see piles of clothes left on the floor of the dressing room for the clerk to sort and hang. Why do this? It is because that person doesn’t understand she is one with the clerk. She thinks they are different people who have different interests. That person doesn’t understand that she cannot hurt another without hurting herself.
It seems a little thing, but this bit of unkindness is an attack on another and so an attack on herself. It says that the person who cleans up behind her is unworthy of love and kindness, and so, being one with the clerk, she is teaching herself that she is unworthy of love and kindness. Unconscious behavior like this multiplied many times during the day thoroughly teaches separation and sinfulness. This is not a lesson I want to learn and so is not one I want to teach.
Holy Spirit, I am willing to see my brother as part of my self. This is the truth but I keep forgetting it. Please help me to remember. This day I dedicate to being aware of how I see my brother. I am willing to look with you and I ask that you help me to see the truth.
We are so like little children squabbling with each other, play fighting, pushing and shoving to see who gets to be king of the hill this time. Who gets to play hero and who gets the part of villain? Who wins and who loses? All of it is meaningless because all of it is equally unreal, just imaginative play. And all the while, our Father smiles down on us in unconditional love. He sees only our sinlessness, our perfect innocence.
No matter how serious the game becomes, how awful the actions of the players, it still remains unreal. This sin is not bigger than that sin, but rather this sin is as unreal as that sin. We judge how much worse is one action over another, but the only judgment we need make is whether it is true or not. Is this action in alignment with God? That is the only question we need to answer. If it is not, then we may want to admit that it is causing us to suffer and choose again.
The world is not real, but it is real to us because we believe in it. As long as we believe in it, then our actions are going to have the potential to cause suffering. We escape from this suffering as we turn to the Holy Spirit with our thoughts and beliefs and allow them to be corrected. The miracle inspires the true thoughts we are entitled to, being the Sons of God.
We can allow the Holy Spirit to be the catalyst that breaks apart our false perceptions and rearranges them so that they are true perceptions. For awhile yet, we turn to Him with this mistaken thought and that one, allowing them to be corrected one at a time until we become aware that all are one, and so we ask that the one be healed. Then our play becomes gentle and sweet, until we become ready to ascend from this playground altogether, and God lifts us up to Him.