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Projected Selves

Projected selves ride on spirit

Just some doodling after a Course in Miracles gathering . . .

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Art

Pastel paintings 2007

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Art

Pastel paintings 2007

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The River of Time

I emerged, a parody of Life, from Eternity into an oddly flowing turbulence. Rather, i submerged. This suffocating stream carried me along relentlessly, tumbling me and spinning me, dazed and confused, to an unknown destination. Where was my freedom? Where had my peacefulness gone?

This turbulence was of my own making. Yes, i made it, out of an insane subatomic thought that i might leave my Source.

I cannot leave my Source, yet here i think i am, in this madly rushing river, which has no source. It comes from nowhere and goes nowhere. It’s the river of time.

I am now a creature of time. I am dwelling in a river of time. This river is of my own making, but i have forgotten that i made it.

I was born into it and seem to be carried by it, to my death. It is relentless in its motion, always carrying me along into a future that it alone will savor.

The bed of this river is strewn with boulders, rocks, gravel, sand and mud. But i have perceived them as treasures; gold, precious jewels, beautiful crystals. Yet i am hurled along by this river of time, tumbling willly nilly over the sharp, jagged rocks, smashing into boulders, blinded by swirling clouds of sand and dust, and thinking it will be worth it if i can just capture some of those treasures.

But the river of time is merciless. It will stop for no one nor even slow down. All are hurled along together, through this battlefield of lures and impediments that i struggle to surmount or acquire. On the bed of the river of time i may glimpse a shiny stone, a glittering mound of sand and try to grasp it, and though i may hold it for a short distance, it will inevitably be wrested from my grip by this angry river and lost in the murky, sinking silt fading behind me.

The river is angry. Its purpose is to destroy me. I can sense its anger, its relentless urge to annihilate me. All who enter it will be torn to shreds and finally give up to the river and clutch no more at the seeming treasures it had offered.

There seems to be no sense to what the river of time will fling me against next. It is a chaotic flow that sometimes seems calm and smooth, and then suddenly drags me through a rapids of turbulent events, upside down and gasping for air.

Yet—at any instant, any instant at all, i can emerge from the river of time. I can choose to exit this turbulent, mad uncaring flow of chaos and lie on the light-drenched banks which surround it and stretch to infinity. There I will find peace and love and joy and all the eternal attributes of Spirit. There I can bask forever in the warm and caring light of Love and the river of time will fade from existence.

On the banks of what used to be the river of time, there is no motion, no confusion, no turbulence, no conflict. My mind is still. I can sense the fullness of every wonderful feeling that Spirit has ever felt. I am Peace, forever. I am Joy, forever. I am Love, forever. And I am Freedom, forever.

This is my true Being. I thought I was lost in the river of time. But in truth, I made it all up, a bad dream that now I have awakened from. I am free forever, in Eternity, where I was created and where I belong. Thank God!

Consider this: Is there really time?
If so, where is it? I have looked
and found only a memory of the past,
in my mind.
Or a daydream of the future,
in my mind.
And I can change my mind!

If I look right now, I see no time.
If I realize reality as spirit,
non-physical, without form,
I see there is no time.

Even in the physical world
of space and form
there is no time.
Unless i believe in
cause and effect.

At any instant,
anything can be created by spirit.
Anything at all. There are no rules.
Spirit is limitless.
In one instant
it can be a human being,
in the next instant, it can be a star.

That is not time,
that is Eternity!
Time is the erroneous
and limiting belief
in cause and effect as separate.
It is the belief that cause comes first,
then effect.
This imaginary string of cause, effect,
cause, effect,
cause, effect,
is what i perceive as time.

In truth, cause and effect are one.
They are the same thing.

And I, as spirit, AM that cause.
And I am that effect.
If I cause myself to be a human,
I AM that human.
If I cause that human to be happy,
I AM that happiness.
And they are the same.

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