About ten years ago I was going through a difficult time. One of many… In the course of events it occurred to me that the mistake I had been making wasn’t that I was being too radical, it was, quite to the contrary, not being radical enough!
As I kept walking my path, teachings came – some came and went, some stayed for a chat… What I got to in the end came together from a number of different sources who were all saying the same thing: God is all there is.
Funny though, how we need volumes and volumes of books and large numbers of teachers and preachers telling us the truth in mindboggling variety when it all boils down to just one thing: God is all there is.
Even ‘A Course In Miracles’, easily the most precious book in the world in my eyes, takes about 1500 pages to state this very truth. In its credit though it has to be said that it gives a summary to that effect on the very first page:
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the peace of God.
No one would really need to read any further than this because all we ever really need to know is said in these words.
The scribe of the Course, Helen Schucman, had a dream once where she was shown a scroll with ‘Past’ written on one side, ‘Future’ on the other and in the middle it said ‘God Is’.
‘That’s all I need’, she said in her dream. But she didn’t in her ‘real’ life and that way had a much more difficult time of it than necessary.
So, ‘God is all there is’ or, for short ‘God Is’… what on earth does that mean anyway?
It means that if we had our mind in its right focus, God would be everything we would see everywhere, and we would know that anything that itches or hurts, anything that doesn’t work properly, that gives us aches and pains, everything that wrinkles and shrivels, that blows up or weakens and dies on us or as us, all that is made up misperception – big capital BS!
How’s that for Good News?
Of course we all know that really.
Trouble is, we have been getting so engrossed in this movie we call our lives with all its different trials and tribulations that all we do as we sit bent over our cart sized box of popcorn is to wave off the projectionist who is trying to tell us that we can choose to leave the cinema and do something infinitely better – and more interesting – if we so wish.
Have you ever watched a movie where you think the actors and the scenes are all interchangeable and the effects, as loud and colourful as they are – they’re just another explosion or explosions in another form? That the drama always comes from someone getting hurt in more or less inventive ways or someone – oh no! actually dying?
Have you ever wondered why sometimes life feels so exhausting? Could it not be because the effects in our movies are wearing thin and the thrill has gone about leaving this body behind and getting a new one, starting all over again? Isn’t it just another new suit?
How about going for a real ride, like in Reality, where everything is always new, fresh, loving, wonderful, and never so boring that you have to start jumping off high things with an elastic attached to your waist just to get some kicks…
God Is- does that not mean that all we really truly are is God? And if all we really truly are is God – how could we be sick or age or die? Isn’t it time we gave this guy we are still talking about after 2000 years a bit of credibility? Allow for the possibility of the impossible to be possible?
What’s the internet? CCTV? Somewhat clumsy, distorted, technical expressions of One Mind. No privacy, nothing to hide, everyone knows everything about you – or at least they can find out if they really want to.
What’s cosmetic surgery? A pretty clumsy, distorted, technical expression of our knowledge about our perfection.
All of these are just examples of us feeling deep down that certain things are not only possible but actually natural. Forever beautiful, forever young, forever alive and healthy – wouldn’t that be so much more fun than that miserable experience of what we call ‘retirement’ where everything conspires to stop us from actually enjoying any fruits of our labours and instead just leaving us tired again from the struggle with our worn out ‘material’.
So . . . what are you waiting for? Expect the Impossible!