We have adjusted our minds to the world we made up. We have adjusted our minds to the limits we have placed on this world and, thus think we are limited. We have learned these lessons, believing they came from outside ourselves, from something we have no control over. Yet these lessons we made up, denying we have any control over what seems to affect our happiness and well-being. Some keep this world we think we “see” in our imagination, believing with all our mind that our choice is this world or nothing at all. We hate this world we learned and everything we think it serves appears to remind us we are incomplete and bitterly deprived – hell on earth.
To this seeming “truth” we adjust everything about ourselves. We see this as a necessity to avoid losing what little security we seem to glean from this world. We try and fail, disappointed again and again as we try to connect with each other meaningfully. And so we settle. We settle for loneliness, believing we must retreat to preserve what little we think we have. Stop! Look! Listen for just a moment and try to remember an ancient melody that speaks to you now.
Listen,–perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you. T-21.I.6::1-3
-The notes are nothing. Yet we have kept them with us, not for themselves, but as a soft reminder of what would make us weep if we remembered how dear it was to us. We could remember, yet we are afraid, believing we would lose the world we learned since then. Yet we know that nothing in the world we learned is half so dear as this. Let us listen, and see if we remember an ancient song we knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody we taught ourselves to cherish since.
Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything you see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as you look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before your eyes. The edges of the circle disappear, and what is in it is no longer contained at all. The light expands and covers everything, extending to infinity forever shining and with no break or limit anywhere. Within it everything is joined in perfect continuity. Nor is it possible to imagine that anything could be outside, for there is nowhere that this light is not. T-21.I.8:1-6
Here is our Vision reawakened. Here is the gift of the remembrance of who we really are, memory of what is wholly true and still within us and joined to all as surely as it is joined in us. Accept the Vision Spirit offer us. We know this ancient song of joy well. It reminds us of our wholeness. It reminds us of our completeness. It reminds us of the light of holiness that shines from the core of our being. This is the truth we have forgotten. Accept its return to our awareness. Release the limits we have placed on it. Nothing can or will be as dear as this ever present song of joy that lifts us into the present – the now – as we realize the truth that love is all we are and all that surrounds us.
What is a miracle but this reawakening? The light in one of us awakens the light in all. As we see and realize this light in each other, we are reawakening this light for everyone.
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